<?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-8807847394253003393</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:39:17.004-08:00</updated><category term='Patience'/><category term='Band Class'/><title type='text'>My Blog Of My World...</title><subtitle type='html'>Of Pigs, Pancakes, School, syrup, books, wolves, dots, trees, and Me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-3768982554200952171</id><published>2009-04-01T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:06:09.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A couple of updates.</title><content type='html'>Ellllllllllllo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad to say that I will never, ever, ever be posting on blogspot again. =[[ Sorry. I just can't do it anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April fools!&lt;br /&gt;though my posts aren't very often, I will still post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahh wrists, ankles and feet hurt. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The WASL is coming up soon. After spring break. I am NOT looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. well there's really not very much for me to say at all. byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-3768982554200952171?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/3768982554200952171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=3768982554200952171' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/3768982554200952171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/3768982554200952171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2009/04/couple-of-updates.html' title='A couple of updates.'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-510672762189930319</id><published>2009-03-18T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T17:48:46.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And my foot fell asleep. =]</title><content type='html'>90th post!&lt;br /&gt;yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Delaney got me to try to cross my legs- not criss cross applesauce, but over eachother- which was hard enough as it was, and then walk on my hands and crossed legs. After a couple tries, I did succeed.&lt;br /&gt;My poor sore knees haven't recovered. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an F in band.&lt;br /&gt;Me. An &lt;strong&gt;F.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot about the combined rehearsal in fifth period, which there was no reminder for, and Mr. D was absolutley fuming when I got there. Aparently a bunch of kids were screwing around and he went off on them, and I was lucky I missed it.&lt;br /&gt;But I lost 100 points for forgetting, so I wasn't lucky. My grade went from an A- to an F. Yeah. That much. =/&lt;br /&gt;I'm really hoping I can change it before 3rd quarter ends, but I'm sure I can. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have to go finish my Great Thinkers project on the fourteenth Dalai Lama of Tibet.&lt;br /&gt;And I remember his full spiritual name!&lt;br /&gt;Jamphel Ngawang Lobsang Yeshe Tenzin Gyatso, the Fourteenth Dalai Lama of Tibet.&lt;br /&gt;His original name? Lhamo Thondup.&lt;br /&gt;The name he goes by? Tenzin Gyatso.&lt;br /&gt;Date he was born? July 6, 1935.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Yeah. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-510672762189930319?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/510672762189930319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=510672762189930319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/510672762189930319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/510672762189930319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-my-foot-fell-asleep.html' title='And my foot fell asleep. =]'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-7410329077554242156</id><published>2009-03-01T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T14:14:27.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi! Um! Ok! So!!!</title><content type='html'>We have had a three day weekend. We are having a lot of time off lately. But anyways, Cynde and Dave came up, and it was fun. We went and saw Coraline, and it is now one of my favorite movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Girl Scout troop has started working cookie booths outside stores and stuff, so two days ago, my mom and I went out and worked from 1-5 with four other girls from my troop. we worked two shifts, that is. and we sold a little less than 200 cookies. But it was kind of boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Button, my lizard, has the runs. and she "went" on me. So I took a shower, and now I'm wondering how to help lizard runs. I'll look that up.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Button the lizard, I'll put up pictures of her soon. Zane has become attached to my laptop, so I'm using my mom's, so I can't really upload pictures. But I'll get to that as soon as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another book project is due. Tomorrow. And I'm so pathetic. I've read at LEAST ten books this past month, and I can't decide which one to do the project on. =/ I should probably get to work on that. But I just want to READ. it's like a disease. =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl Scout cookies evaporate. =/ My second box of thin mints are more than half gone. And I don't have any money left. =/ hahahahhahahahahahaha. I need to learn how to not pig out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially not sick anymore, though I still cough occasionally. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past two days, I have had scramble egg sandwiches for lunch, and I love them. I scramble one egg, then put it on bread, then put shredded cheddar cheese on top of the eggs, then mayonnaise and mustard, and then hot sauce in the eggs. ---That's my recipe. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Well. I should get to work. Maybe. I'll try to decide between the possible... 15 or so books that I could do my project on. Byeeeeeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-7410329077554242156?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/7410329077554242156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=7410329077554242156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/7410329077554242156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/7410329077554242156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi-um-ok-so.html' title='Hi! Um! Ok! So!!!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-528965650153908640</id><published>2009-02-08T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T16:30:32.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soo... Pretty much,,</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I'm sick. =[&lt;br /&gt;being sick is stupid. stupid stupid stupid. &gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm not sure what else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except that this prgnant man is disgusting. ewww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death Cab For Cutie is my favorite band lately.&lt;br /&gt;although it could change anytime. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmkae, byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-528965650153908640?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/528965650153908640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=528965650153908640' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/528965650153908640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/528965650153908640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2009/02/soo-pretty-much.html' title='Soo... Pretty much,,'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-226916721948836996</id><published>2008-12-26T23:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T23:03:26.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After much thinking, I can say honestly...</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-226916721948836996?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/226916721948836996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=226916721948836996' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/226916721948836996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/226916721948836996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/12/after-much-thinking-i-can-say-honestly.html' title='After much thinking, I can say honestly...'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-5733257426071163621</id><published>2008-12-13T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:01:52.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A gameeeee.</title><content type='html'>The clasp on my bracelet just broke for a second time today.&lt;br /&gt;And it's a brand new clasp, too.&lt;br /&gt;=[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently watching Delaney play Animal Crossing, the best game in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Her character seems to be a duck.&lt;br /&gt;Mine seems to be a zebra,&lt;br /&gt;and Zane's seems to be a panda sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you don't know, Animal Crossing is a video game in which you are a human living in a community full of animals, that walk around, talk to you and fish, hunt bugs and shake trees in a very human-ish manner. It's a very funnn game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;The Excorcism of Emily Rose is just a bit creepy.&lt;br /&gt;Not very scary, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmm. Yeah, that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;Delaney wants me to play chess with her.&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-5733257426071163621?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/5733257426071163621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=5733257426071163621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/5733257426071163621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/5733257426071163621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/12/gameeeee.html' title='A gameeeee.'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-5623645087508051038</id><published>2008-12-04T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:07:36.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do?!?!?!?!?! DYE YOUR HAIR!!!</title><content type='html'>Hai Hai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up everyone?&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, don't answer that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooooooo.... I've come to the conclusion that cocoa butter and orange are my two most favorite scents on this entire planet.&lt;br /&gt;MOST favorite. I have many favorites.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, cocoa butter and orange doesn't exactly mix. So cocoa butter lotion on my hands and an orange smelling face masque are kind of causing something strange in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;I love being so weird.&lt;br /&gt;I miss being a sevie.&lt;br /&gt;I love being an eighth grader&lt;br /&gt;I don't like any of my teachers&lt;br /&gt;except for Skydancer.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my old teachers.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework stinks.&lt;br /&gt;Three day weekends are almost as cool as four day weekends.&lt;br /&gt;A three day weekend is amazing the weekend after a four day weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Yipee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I wake up early and Mom and I go buy hair dye.&lt;br /&gt;Me, dark brown. Mom, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;My roots are showing, I'm tired of red.&lt;br /&gt;TIME FOR BROWN!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then we come home, and we dye our hair.&lt;br /&gt;Then I get all ready to go,&lt;br /&gt;and I head on over to my friend Abby's house, where Cami and I are spending the night&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;it's always fun.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just hope that this time they have something vegetarian for dinner besides the bread. Last time it was pasta with meat sauce.&lt;br /&gt;Ahww, and it looked really good, too.&lt;br /&gt;so after carefully wiping off a few noodles with my napkin, amidst the stares of my fellow *meat eater* friends, I got about three noodles, and about four pieces of bread.&lt;br /&gt;and then ice cream time, I had four scoops, because I was hungry.&lt;br /&gt;and got stares. HAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-5623645087508051038?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/5623645087508051038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=5623645087508051038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/5623645087508051038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/5623645087508051038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-to-do-dye-your-hair.html' title='What to do?!?!?!?!?! DYE YOUR HAIR!!!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-874559667679717629</id><published>2008-12-02T18:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T18:33:13.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camera and Button!</title><content type='html'>Taylor is &lt;em&gt;tirrrrrrrredddddd&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have terribly chapped lips. stupid stuffed nose, making me breath through my mouth!!!&lt;br /&gt;(whine whine whine, is that all I do lately?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! So, my power point went reeeeeeeeally good.&lt;br /&gt;I was the only one with a power point, everyone else did like posters or stuff like that. Well mine was second to last, and it went very well.&lt;br /&gt;I think I got full credit. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Button is doing amazing. She is growing, and I cleaned out her cage, and decided to put newspaper on the bottom of her cage this time (there was poop crusted on the bottom... &lt;em&gt;terribly &lt;/em&gt;hard to clean.) and she loves hiding underneath it. I'm not sure how she's taking the cold, but her heated side is &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; warm enough for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Christmas, I want a camera. Like a real one. And I want it to be a funky color and easy enough for me to figure out, but also digital and not small and crappy like the one my grandparents gave me. (You have to connect it to a computer to see the photos, and they're really bad quality.) Really, that is the only thing I want for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, of course I'd be disappointed if that was &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; that I got, but I really do want one. Maybe I can buy one with my Christmas and birthday money combined...&lt;br /&gt;OH and I also want a kitten in a stocking. Like a real kitten. But that's not likely. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well that's all that I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;d&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8807847394253003393-874559667679717629?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/874559667679717629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=874559667679717629' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/874559667679717629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/874559667679717629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/12/camera-and-button.html' title='Camera and Button!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-6952700698185027699</id><published>2008-12-01T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T18:59:01.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown Starts Today!</title><content type='html'>I have a bad headache&lt;br /&gt;and bad conjestion.&lt;br /&gt;and I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. I will live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend told me that I didn't seem sick at school at all.&lt;br /&gt;Well why show it when you're sick? Making the most of my day includes making sure I put out a good vibe to everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's because people's moods infect me. So if the person sitting next to me is all sad, if I'm next to that person for long enough, I become sad. Same thing with happiness, but happiness works a lot faster than sadness on me. So I don't want to be that person infecting everyone with a bad mood because I'm conjested and have a headache, so I pretend like my head doesn't hurt and ignore my conjested voice.&lt;br /&gt;and I am actually happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all I have to say. Happy December!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;COUNTDOWN TO CHRISTMAS STARTS TODAY:::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-6952700698185027699?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/6952700698185027699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=6952700698185027699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/6952700698185027699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/6952700698185027699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/12/countdown-starts-today.html' title='Countdown Starts Today!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-9145183850910886687</id><published>2008-11-30T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T17:17:58.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Procrastinator. :^[</title><content type='html'>Me think me's getting sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blegh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headache, sore throat and tired.&lt;br /&gt;of course, the headache and tired could be because I haven't been getting a lot of sleep&lt;br /&gt;and the sore throat could be because of that idiotic cinnamon chug with Zane yesterday&lt;br /&gt;but what about the conjestion and runny nose? allergies, I suppose, but I've never had allergies at this time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I dooooo feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished a book without starting it. The Beastly Arms.&lt;br /&gt;I read it over the summer, and it was pretty good. I was at a loss as to what to do for this month's book project, which is due tomorrow. I'm such a procrastinator. I hate it. I started with Stardust at the end of last month, but I couldn't quite comprehend it, and I think doing a book project on it might have been hard. Then I was going to read Inkheart (500 pages) again over these four days, but failed miserably. As in I didn't get past page sixty. So I brought out The Thief Lord earlier today to skim through for my project, but gave up on it in frustration at all of the different characters there were. So I went and got The Beastly Arms. It didn't take long at all to do my power point for it, and I finally finished it, with nine slides instead of the eight required.&lt;br /&gt;hopefull I will get a good grade, like the last two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowwwwwwwwwwww.......... It's off to take an advil for this terrible headache and sore throat, then go clean my room, so Mom won't tomorrow, then do homework late after dinner. bye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-9145183850910886687?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/9145183850910886687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=9145183850910886687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/9145183850910886687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/9145183850910886687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/11/head-aches-and-last-minute-book.html' title='What a Procrastinator. :^['/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-5357348269909119154</id><published>2008-11-27T14:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T15:01:58.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>I would write a whole "I'm thankful for this, this and this!" sort of thing, but why write something so limiting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for having a world to live on,&lt;br /&gt;even if it is a big nasty dump. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm wishing everybody who reads (probably no one, seeing as I barely ever post) a very happy Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even certain people in Nagasaki, Japan. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zane and I are having a Tofurky Feast! Complete with soy and tofu fake meat!&lt;br /&gt;It smells wonderful. And it has &lt;strong&gt;MUSHROOM GRAVY&lt;/strong&gt;! Yummm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't complain about how many turkeys were killed for one day, because I know most people reading aren't vegetarians like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the day of turkey eating, tofurky eating, mushroom gravy, meat gravy, mashed potatoes and pumpkin and pecan pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And vegetarians can't eat marshmallows... doesn't that suck?? So no sweet potatoes with marshmallow topping for us........)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-5357348269909119154?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/5357348269909119154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=5357348269909119154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/5357348269909119154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/5357348269909119154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-2361095474234150503</id><published>2008-11-24T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T17:58:08.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heyyyyy Apples!</title><content type='html'>Helllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked outside about twenty minutes ago, and the sunset was turning the clouds bright pink and red on thier undersides and purplish on their topsides. I looked outside about ten minutes ago, and the sunset was turning the clouds purple on their undersides and dark blue on their topsides. I look outside right now, and the dusk has turned the clouds dark blue all around, and the sky a strange greenish color on it's underside and deep blue on it's topside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been strange lately.&lt;br /&gt;Got homework in science. That never happens. ???&lt;br /&gt;My english period has read thirteen chapters of The Giver, and the rest of the class periods have only read four. ???&lt;br /&gt;In math, I sit next to Tina, instead of Jordan. Never happened before. ???&lt;br /&gt;In social studies, I find myself reeaaallly annoyed with Mrs. Ricker for not knowing my name. None of my teachers have ever not known my name after the first week of school. We're in second quarter. ???&lt;br /&gt;In PE, I find myself quite enjoying basketball, and I don't mind it all that much. also, for the first time ever, Cami and I have the same PE period. =0 ???&lt;br /&gt;In band...... I find myself rather distracted... by, ahem... the guy who sits in first chair... When last year, all I wanted was for him to go away. ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such strangeness, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Thank you for reading, despite my neglectful ways. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-2361095474234150503?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/2361095474234150503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=2361095474234150503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/2361095474234150503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/2361095474234150503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/11/heyyyyy-apples.html' title='Heyyyyy Apples!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-162869132236778206</id><published>2008-11-05T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:37:37.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY!&lt;br /&gt;Obama won!!!&lt;br /&gt;There were guys at my school who wore "OBAMA" on their forheads!!&lt;br /&gt;lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm glad that Obama and Biden will be our president and vice president! I personally think that Mccain blinks too much, I don't like his policies, and he'd probably die in office, and then PALIN would be running our country... And she's just not ready for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well whoever read this...&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for still checking into my blog, even though I barely EVER write on it!&lt;br /&gt;=DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-162869132236778206?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/162869132236778206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=162869132236778206' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/162869132236778206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/162869132236778206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/11/yay-obama-won-there-were-guys-at-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-2393166720830204045</id><published>2008-10-16T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T18:09:33.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMAZING PINK BALL!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; WIDTH: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;object height="275" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.socialvibe.com/sv2.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="s=12-439571"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.socialvibe.com/sv2.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="s=12-439571" width="250" height="275"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.socialvibe.com/?r=342605&amp;amp;rs=join_sv" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.socialvibe.com/m/badge/join_sv.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yeah! join me in supporting a good cause! and help me get points! for a lame pink ball! i mean COOL pink ball!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-2393166720830204045?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/2393166720830204045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=2393166720830204045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/2393166720830204045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/2393166720830204045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/10/amazing-pink-ball.html' title='AMAZING PINK BALL!!!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-6643693088891983149</id><published>2008-09-17T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T09:35:10.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Tongued Button!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today... is the day... that I get my blue tongue skink Button!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm so happy. I get to stay home this morning. And ooooooooooooh it's going to be oodles of fun! This is what she looks like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247026227595220866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/SNEujdb4l4I/AAAAAAAAANg/Gs6b4743Tmc/s400/button.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isn't she a cutie??? And I get to SIGN for her!!!!!! OMG(oodness) I'm so excited!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We have her terrarium all set up (For the most part) and a little table in my room for her big cage and everything! We have a heating lamp, and a water dish, and little food things and thermometers and hydrometers and haha! I'll post a picture of her when I get one taken myself. For all of you lizard haters out there- they don't scurry around and scratch. They're actually pretty lazy for the most part. They like to watch TV! And hang out on your lap and stuff like that. Yesterday I told my friend Cami that I was getting a lizard today and my science teacher heard me and was like "Who said that?" and I was like "I did" and he was like "What type of lizard are you getting?" and I was like "A blue tongue skink." and he was like "Awesome! where are you getting it from?" and I was like "This dude on the internet. He has this whole page and breeds every year and stuff." and he was like "Let's look him up." and then he was like tapping away on his computer and I was like "It's bluetongueskinks.net" and he was like "how big do they get?" and I was like "About this big (Holding up my hands)" and he was like "wow" and then we went to the site and found Button, class was over and we all left. And then people were like "My cousin has a leopard gecko." And I heard that phrase SOOO many times. I was like "That's nice. Leopard gecko's are tiny. Blue tongued skinks get huge." Lol, and they were like "well my cousin's leopard gecko eats crickets. What does a blue tongued skink eat?" And I was like "Cat food!!!!!" which is true. but they also eat sqash, and berries, and leafy greens and an ocassional egg or mealworm. Mom just got home. oooooooooooooooooooooooooooh I want Button to be here!!! Well I'm going to go get my room ready. Bye!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-6643693088891983149?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/6643693088891983149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=6643693088891983149' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/6643693088891983149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/6643693088891983149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/09/blue-tongued-button.html' title='Blue Tongued Button!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/SNEujdb4l4I/AAAAAAAAANg/Gs6b4743Tmc/s72-c/button.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-5629260546548428000</id><published>2008-09-08T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T19:25:03.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sevies and School</title><content type='html'>Since school started, my two favorite classes have been Science and Honors Oceanogrophy, or Inquiry, as you might call it. The sevies do get one my nerves, but not as much as they could. I get along witha lot of them, like the girl I sit next to in science. We found that we both don't like Y night, a dance at the Y. Some sevies are loud, some are quiet. Some are mean, some are nice. Most of the girls all think they're SO CUTE! and most of the boys think they're &lt;em&gt;soooooooo cool&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; IS getting on my nerves. The strange thing is, Zane describes most of the freshman the same way I describe most of the sevies. I wonder if it has something to do with being in the lowest grade at the school. But the one thing that is the most &lt;em&gt;unnerving &lt;/em&gt;and annoying is that all of the sevies are rude, and don't respect the teachers or the eighth graders. Looking back, I &lt;em&gt;know &lt;/em&gt;that I wasn't like that. They push, and they yell, and they jump and they are completely oblivious to the grumbling they are getting from the eighth graders and the teachers. I do like a few of them, as I said before, but the jumping ones just... ooh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy this year. I liked last year's teachers better, but I'm perfectly happy with my schedule this year. Thank you for listening to my grumbling about the sevies. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-5629260546548428000?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/5629260546548428000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=5629260546548428000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/5629260546548428000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/5629260546548428000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/09/sevies-and-school.html' title='Sevies and School'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-8595332644947708183</id><published>2008-08-18T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:53:31.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Wordle Pic"</title><content type='html'>So I just went to look at my mom's blog, and I saw this nifty little thing. And guess which word I use the most??? WONDERFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Wordle: Taylee's Blog" href="http://wordle.net/gallery/wrdl/129356/Taylee%27s_Blog"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ddd 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; BORDER-TOP: #ddd 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; BORDER-LEFT: #ddd 1px solid; WIDTH: 121px; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ddd 1px solid; HEIGHT: 101px" height="137" src="http://wordle.net/thumb/wrdl/129356/Taylee%27s_Blog" width="192" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Wordle: Taylee's Blog" href="http://wordle.net/gallery/wrdl/129356/Taylee%27s_Blog"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So Got try it out. It's really cool: &lt;a href="http://wordle.net/"&gt;Click This!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Don't ignore my lower post. I don't want my birthday forgotten because I had to post my word picture! Goodnight!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-8595332644947708183?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/8595332644947708183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=8595332644947708183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/8595332644947708183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/8595332644947708183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-i-just-went-to-look-at-my-moms-blog.html' title='&quot;Wordle Pic&quot;'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-8640053227212937673</id><published>2008-08-18T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:37:57.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am now OFFICIALLY a teenager. 13. Thir&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TEEN. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I turned THIRTEEN today.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;And I am very happy. I just thought I'd tell anyone who doesn't know. Well, goodnight, everyone! (P.S. I'm still up for "Happy birthday!'s" at least two to three weeks after my birthday. ;D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-8640053227212937673?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/8640053227212937673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=8640053227212937673' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/8640053227212937673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/8640053227212937673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday.'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-2336586037134268324</id><published>2008-08-05T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T16:43:56.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blogging Award!</title><content type='html'>I got my first blogging award!(From Gina, my mom@ &lt;a href="http://www.ginaagain.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ginaagain and again and again&lt;/a&gt;)  Here, let me show it to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231681485402898386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/SJqql6Ntf9I/AAAAAAAAAM4/1JSc1azyhus/s400/BRILLIANT_AWARD_08%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's an Q&amp;amp;A that comes with this. Here I'll give you all the answers:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A. Attached or single? Single. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;B. Best friend?(S) Cami and Stacey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;C. Cake or pie? Cake. Pie isn't good unless it's chocolate marshmallow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;D. Day of choice? Thursday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E. Essential item? Bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;F. Favorite color? Blue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;G. Gummy bears or worms? Worms. Much yummier.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;H. Hometown? As in where I was born: Edmonds, Washington. Where I've lived longest: Tracy, California&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I. Favorite indulgence? Cookies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;J. January or July? July&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;K. Kids? None.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;L. Life isn't complete without? Cheese&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;M. Marriage date? Don't have one&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;N. Number of brothers &amp;amp; sisters? Two older brothers, and one younger sister&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O. Oranges or apples? Apples, unless it's mandarin oranges.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P. Phobias? Bugs... *Shiver*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q. Quotes? Not sure what this means, but my language arts teacher always made us write about them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;R. Reasons to smile? Friends, and jokes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;S. Season of choice? Autumn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;T. Tag seven peeps! I don't know seven... um... "peeps." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;U. Unknown fact about me? Hm..... I like to organize and decorate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;V. Vegetable? Asparagus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;W. Worst habits? Criticizing &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;X. X-ray or ultrasound? I don't know. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Y. Your favorite food? Italian. Preferably spaghetti without meat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Z. Zodiac sign? Leo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have but one person to tag, due to my lack of blog friends. Here is my &lt;em&gt;long long long &lt;/em&gt;tag list:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jordan @ &lt;a href="http://www.jordanreyha.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jordan's Journal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you Mom, for the award, and congrats, Jordan, you deserve the award! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Goodnight everyone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-2336586037134268324?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/2336586037134268324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=2336586037134268324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/2336586037134268324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/2336586037134268324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-first-blogging-award.html' title='My First Blogging Award!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/SJqql6Ntf9I/AAAAAAAAAM4/1JSc1azyhus/s72-c/BRILLIANT_AWARD_08%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-479563197969308189</id><published>2008-07-26T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:21:46.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Room!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Readers of my blog are mostly also readers of my mother's blog. So this won't be news to you. But I'll share it anyway! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I got my own room!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just thought I'd share that with everyone. And now... This is me since I got my own room:&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/_4nILmWDqhSg/SIwSLWGOOCI/AAAAAAAAAMw/GmWRTDxn5Yc/s1600-h/istockphoto_437828_giant_smiley_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227573253589841954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/SIwSLWGOOCI/AAAAAAAAAMw/GmWRTDxn5Yc/s400/istockphoto_437828_giant_smiley_big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also painted my toenails a bright pink color. I'm not good at painting my fingernails, so they weren't painted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my room, going back to that, I have my wonderful bed, my wonderful giant jewelry box, my wonderful floating bed-side table, my not so wonderful bookshelf filled with my oh-so-wonderful books (LOTS AND LOTS OF BOOKS), my not so wonderful old desk, which has my wonderful TV and DVD player, my wonderful closet, my wonderful DNA lamp, my wonderful trombone and music stand, and my wonderful wonderful WONDERFUL own space. I'm very happy to have my own room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to paint my room green to match my bed sheets and the wall around the door bright orange. And then I want to paint my ceiling sky blue and I want it to have clouds. =D Well I have to get ready to "turn in for the  night." See ya'll later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-479563197969308189?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/479563197969308189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=479563197969308189' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/479563197969308189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/479563197969308189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-new-room.html' title='My New Room!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/SIwSLWGOOCI/AAAAAAAAAMw/GmWRTDxn5Yc/s72-c/istockphoto_437828_giant_smiley_big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-3270587813386096787</id><published>2008-07-13T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T22:57:55.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Found my Lost Post!</title><content type='html'>I found the post! Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if anyone knows this, but I, like Mom, love to write. And I am currently writing a story, that, at this point, is 71 pages long. And the weird thing is that this is my 71 post. =D I just thought I'd say that. I had another story on my first computer, which shut down, that was... 36 pages and another one that is 8 pages and another that is 45. Writing and reading are two of my most favorite pass-times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not posting for so long, but as you probably know, I was on vacation. First, we went to San Diego, for my Aunt's wedding. It was beautiful. You can check out my mom's blog for pictures. After that we went to Oklahoma for the week to visit my Nona and Grandpa. My cousins were there. My grandparents live on a lake, and they have a boat and two wave runners. I was driving one with Zane as passenger behind me, and he grabbed the steering wheel and he pushed the accelerator all the way, just as a really big wave was coming. We both flew off and I hit both of my legs, my right one on the outside, my left one on the inside. My right leg had no mark, bu hurt worse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-3270587813386096787?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/3270587813386096787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=3270587813386096787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/3270587813386096787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/3270587813386096787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/07/found-my-lost-post.html' title='Found my Lost Post!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-5404302653175240054</id><published>2008-06-24T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T16:50:30.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Dare</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone. We're going on vacation in a couple days. Right now I'm wearing a guy's jacket with one of my dad's old ties, and I'm about to put on stripey socks. I just wanted to say hi to everyone and assure them that I hadn't died. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare you all to rigght about what you did/doing for vacation this year, or the last time you went on vacation what you did. =D I know that you most likely won't do it, but it's just a dare. =D bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-5404302653175240054?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/5404302653175240054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=5404302653175240054' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/5404302653175240054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/5404302653175240054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/06/vacation-dare.html' title='Vacation Dare'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-8907906024330817252</id><published>2008-06-17T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T21:00:16.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WE WON FIELD DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WE MADE A NEW SCHOOL RECORD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOUSE 3 ROCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;it was 17 (house 2) 19 (house 1) and FORTY!!!!!!!!!!! (that was us!) HAHA, YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WE WON BY &lt;strong&gt;TWENTY-ONE &lt;/strong&gt;POINTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H-O-U-S-E, HOUSE 3'S THE PLACE TO BE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHO ROCKS THE HOUSE, I SAY HOUSE 3 ROCKS THE HOUSE, AND WHEN HOUSE 3 ROCKS THE HOUSE, THEY ROCK IT &lt;strong&gt;ALL THE WAY DOWN! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOUSE 3, HOUSE 3, ROCKED YOU! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HEY YOU, HEY YOU, YOU KNOW THE STORY, YOU KNOW THE STORY, TELL THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD, THIS IS &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HOUSE 3 TERRITORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THOSE WERE THE CHANTS THAT HELPED US WIN!!!!!! BYE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M REALLY TIRED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two days left in school. I'm so tired. Ok, well goodnight everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-8907906024330817252?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/8907906024330817252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=8907906024330817252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/8907906024330817252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/8907906024330817252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-won-field-day-we-made-new-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-710531649488163493</id><published>2008-06-13T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T22:38:57.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LBA Park</title><content type='html'>Today is a tired day. Tired, but fun. Today I went to LBA park. It was lots of fun. I did this blow up opstacle (???) course. I went against Stacey, and I won. Then I went against Cami, and I won again. Then I went against this one dude Matt, who's in my math class. He won. =[ But it was very tiring. Then I went against my friend Alexis on this one thing, that you are basically tied together in a bouncy thing. There's a pole in the middle, and you have to get to the basketball hoop on the end and put the small basketball in it. Alexis won. It was really pathetic. I was like being dragged backwards. I was crawling, trying to get to the net, and i kept getting pulled back. It was fun, though! I got my yearbook today, and almost all of the signature pages are filled up. I had a fun time, but I'm really tired. Night everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-710531649488163493?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/710531649488163493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=710531649488163493' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/710531649488163493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/710531649488163493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-is-tired-day.html' title='LBA Park'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-4737645757118063474</id><published>2008-06-10T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:15:24.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Absence, and The Last Two Weeks of School!</title><content type='html'>I was nagged by my mom (and Debbie =D) to post. So I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST WEEKS OF SCHOOl!!!! Whoo! Ok, here's my schedule:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week:&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: NADA (except for a dinner and a trip... talk about it later)&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Wacky Day&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Twin Day&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Sports Day&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: School Spirit Day&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Seal (Awards that you get) Activity (Must have 8 or more seals to go. I have 26!!! Most in my advisory, thank you VERY MUCH!) We're going to LBA Park for the day, and year books are distributed during advisory. Also this is the last day to turn in late work&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Flag Day (????????????????????)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Week:&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: FATHER'S DAY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Rewards party. (If you haven't gotten any write ups, you get to do the "fun" house activity. There are three houses.. 1 2 and 3) House 1 goes to a park to play, House 2 goes to Skateland (Skating arena) and guess what MY house gets to do??? HAVE A FREAKING BINGO GAME AND A GARDEN PARTY!!! (Talk about my agrivation later)&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Field Day (Competition of the houses! Talk about it later)&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Aparrently a talent show???&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: LAST DAY OF SCHOOL!!! (Possibly a small party at my place. NO PROMISES!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Friday: SUMMER BEGINS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. I believe I put in... three "talk about it later"'s?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first Sunday: SO! This weekend was my friend Cami's birthday party. I went to that, and it was a lot of fun. It was supposed to be a sleepover, but because of a girlscout thing she had to do the next day, it couldn't be. Then, one of the girls in her troop couldn't come, and so they invited me to come. Mom said it was okay, so we went home, got packed, then came back to Cami's house so I'd spend the night. The next morning, we had to wake up early to get ready to leave. Cami's troop showed up, and I knew everyone excecpt for one girl. Then we left, and were in the car for 2 and a half hours. We stayed at a hostel, had an art class, and a tour, also went shopping, and climbed a tree. The hostel beds were old, but not uncomfortable. so... then we went home, and Dad was having a friend over for dinner. I went and took a quick shower, then we ate dinner, then I went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Monday: There are three "houses" in my school. there's House 1 (Orchestra) House 2 (8th grade band) and House 3 (7th grade band). There's others in every house besides just those enrichments. But ayway, For rewards day, House 1 is going to spend the day at a really fun park. House 2 gets to go to Skateland, which is a skating arena which is old, but very fun. And then there's House 3. This is the house that apparently either isn't smart enough, or good enough to leave the school during the rewards activity. So during this day, we are going to be forced into the school library to play Bingo. I HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE (Goes on infinitely) bingo. IT IS THE STUPIDEST GAME IN THE WORLD! (No offense meant to those who like Bingo. I just don't like it.) Then, we get to go out into the vandalized, jaggedly rocked (say: jag-ed-ly rock-ed: my way of pronouncing those words, if words at all.) cold, muddy garden, and have a stupid GARDEN PARTY. You know what's worse? It's going to be run by Mr. Other Science Teacher Of House III, who LOVES planting things, worms, and dirt. So we'll probably be planting flowers, or repairing the greenhouse, or cutting weeds. (Mr. Whatever I said runs the school's Grub Club.)  I'm not happy about our rewards day. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Tuesday: FIELD DAY! A COMPETITION OF THE HOUSES!  So this is basically what field day is: You sign up for a certain event (You don't HAVE to.) and then you run out when they call that event and compete. There's Tug of War(boys and girls), Three-Legged Race, human pyramid, ring toss, and a couple other things. Me and Cami are doing the Three-Legged Race. That was all we were going to do, but then we got on a Tug of War team. And you want to know something? I'm one of the smaller girls in the seventh grade population. I'm not extremely short, or skinny or anything, but there are taller and bigger girls. And my group is made up of some of the SMALLEST girls in House 3. LOL, I do NOT think we will win. But it will be fun. The way the entire Competition of the houses! thing works is that people from different houses play against teams from different houses. Your house gets awarded points for winning, and good sportsmanship, or your house loses points for losing and bad sportsmanship. Sportsmanship is a GIMONOURMOUS (gigantic, enormous, humongous) amount of points. It's about half. House 3 has NOT won a lot. House 1 has won 6 times, House 2 (2 times in a row) 7 times, and House three has won... guess.. go on... that's right... 4 times. We've won 4 times in the history of field day. That's pathetic. So I'm hoping we win this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Wacky day, I wore a spongebob tanktop, an old half jacket not zipped, a sparkly belt around my head, a pink scarf around my neck, shorts under my green, multi-colored polka-dotted pajama pants, dress shoes, and my hair in a ponytail on one side with the other teased a bit. Today, Twin day, I was twins with Cami. We spent about an hour and 20 minutes planning what to wear, half of which was spent figuring out socks. We ended up wearing a blue jacket over a white button up shirt over a blue tanktop, jeans, pink and purple socks, and our hair in a ponytail. We had one of the other persons shoe, also. Even though we tried, we only matched a &lt;em&gt;bit.&lt;/em&gt; Tomorrow, sports day, I'm going to wear my hair in a high ponytail with hairband, and my hockey jersey and knee pads. On school spirit day, I'm debating what to do. I'll think of something. If you've got ideas, PLEASE help. (my school colors are green, white, and silver.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for tolerating my absence. =D I love the end of school. Night everyone! (Don't worry, I'll keep blogging. =D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-4737645757118063474?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/4737645757118063474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=4737645757118063474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/4737645757118063474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/4737645757118063474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-absence-and-last-two-weeks-of-school.html' title='My Absence, and The Last Two Weeks of School!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-8690316891454964576</id><published>2008-05-26T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:21:46.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/SDuVJBdXUfI/AAAAAAAAAMg/LHaL5uBFXdA/s1600-h/03-06-08_1856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204917776599699954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/SDuVJBdXUfI/AAAAAAAAAMg/LHaL5uBFXdA/s400/03-06-08_1856.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before.........................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/SDuVJhdXUgI/AAAAAAAAAMo/KUV6BRHMkdI/s1600-h/Taylor+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204917785189634562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/SDuVJhdXUgI/AAAAAAAAAMo/KUV6BRHMkdI/s400/Taylor+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After. TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK! It's so soft, and shiny! AND RED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-8690316891454964576?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/8690316891454964576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=8690316891454964576' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/8690316891454964576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/8690316891454964576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/05/before.html' title=''/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/SDuVJBdXUfI/AAAAAAAAAMg/LHaL5uBFXdA/s72-c/03-06-08_1856.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-7456262082922674781</id><published>2008-05-24T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T21:57:40.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UNDER RENOVATION!</title><content type='html'>Taylor's Blog is undergoing some changes. I am about to change the title of my blog. I finally thought of something. Like it or not, it's changing. Hope you like the newness of the title. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-7456262082922674781?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/7456262082922674781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=7456262082922674781' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/7456262082922674781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/7456262082922674781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/05/under-renovation.html' title='UNDER RENOVATION!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-4471972256175234083</id><published>2008-05-23T18:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T18:22:32.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 338px; HEIGHT: 261px" height="519" alt="natalie dee" src="http://www.nataliedee.com/080906/haha-dork-i-bet-your-dogs-name-is-ipod.jpg" width="600" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/"&gt;nataliedee.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom blogs about me all the time, and I've never been made fun of... I hope..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-4471972256175234083?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/4471972256175234083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=4471972256175234083' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/4471972256175234083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/4471972256175234083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/05/nataliedee_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-568141430384487035</id><published>2008-05-23T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T17:26:48.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Again...</title><content type='html'>Changed blog again. Must go put in widgets. Comment on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-568141430384487035?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/568141430384487035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=568141430384487035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/568141430384487035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/568141430384487035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/05/again.html' title='Again...'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-3209521118305338116</id><published>2008-05-21T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:21:47.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today is a tribute to all of the animals that live in my house. These are the animalS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/SDTNdomOwnI/AAAAAAAAALQ/T7FIvtXWFbo/s1600-h/04-29-08_0732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203009378517434994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/SDTNdomOwnI/AAAAAAAAALQ/T7FIvtXWFbo/s400/04-29-08_0732.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;George, the mangy little mutt I brought into our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/SDTNdomOwoI/AAAAAAAAALY/qnosp4gEmC4/s1600-h/Gracie+and+Dakota.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203009378517435010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/SDTNdomOwoI/AAAAAAAAALY/qnosp4gEmC4/s400/Gracie+and+Dakota.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dakota, who passed away recently. (The older looking one.) And Gracie. (The puppy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/SDTNd4mOwpI/AAAAAAAAALg/SpL3sfnwlYg/s1600-h/03-18-08_1958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203009382812402322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/SDTNd4mOwpI/AAAAAAAAALg/SpL3sfnwlYg/s400/03-18-08_1958.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jack, who stinks up the entire hosue and annoys us with his loud meows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/SDTNd4mOwqI/AAAAAAAAALo/5-yjJCeMlJk/s1600-h/Gracie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203009382812402338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/SDTNd4mOwqI/AAAAAAAAALo/5-yjJCeMlJk/s400/Gracie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gracie, who in this picture, is a lot younger than she is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/SDTNdYmOwmI/AAAAAAAAALI/1EwCXyESuBk/s1600-h/cuteanimal04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203009374222467682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/SDTNdYmOwmI/AAAAAAAAALI/1EwCXyESuBk/s400/cuteanimal04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And these little guys, who actually are NOT mine. They're just such cute little porcupines. I think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is, of course, other animals I know. There is the five hermit crabs we own, mine being Cornelia. I've had four, but three of them have died. There was Mellie, then she died. Then I got Cornelia, and then Cornelia's best buddy, Violet. Violet died, and then I got Comet. Comet moved into a shell too small for him, and died as well. Then Cornelia was only alive. But Delaney and Zane had each gotten two hermit crabs. Delaney's was tiny. Her name is Emma. Then One day, I bought a pretty purple shell from a hermit crab stand, and to my surprise, a little hermit crab came out. We gave that one to Delaney, as Zane had two then, and Comet had still been alive then. (Comet and Cornelia were boyfriend and girlfriend. She was DEVESTATED when he died. =D) Delaney named the tiny hermit crab rose. Zane had gotten a very shy hermit crab, and named it Mushu. Mushu was kind of big, but he's grown. Then, Zane got a GIANT hermit crab, and named it, appropriatley, Mr. Bigglesworth, who became fast friends with the tiniest of the hermit crabs, Emma. Cornelia and Mushu always seemed to have a liking for eachother, but Rose has always been a bit of a brat that none of the others liked. I know, it's crazy. Hermit crabs that have personality! Zane had won a goldfish, who was extraordinarily smart for being a fish, and which me and Delaney named Larry. Then there was a black dog that passed away when I was about two due to a back injury, and Alex, a gray outdoor kitty that we had when I was about... 8? 9? She passed away around then. I used to feed her. she was &lt;em&gt;tiny. &lt;/em&gt;I am also waiting for a blue tongued skink, which I might get, and name Ruby Holler after a book I heard of, and never read. =D I have a lot of pets. =D thanks for reading! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. The Blue Tongued Skink looks like this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/SDTR6RdXUaI/AAAAAAAAALw/nsJGogvK6JU/s1600-h/med_BlueTongueSkink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203014268568949154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/SDTR6RdXUaI/AAAAAAAAALw/nsJGogvK6JU/s400/med_BlueTongueSkink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8807847394253003393-3209521118305338116?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/3209521118305338116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=3209521118305338116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/3209521118305338116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/3209521118305338116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-is-tribute-to-all-of-animals-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/SDTNdomOwnI/AAAAAAAAALQ/T7FIvtXWFbo/s72-c/04-29-08_0732.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-4634813983913403493</id><published>2008-05-20T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T15:50:15.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing To Say...</title><content type='html'>Today I finsihed an art project. At one point in the day, it looked like it was hailing. But I wasn't sure, because I was stuck inside my school. Now it's sunny, but still cloudy and kinda drizzly feeling. I really don't have that much to say... I guess I'll post again later. SEEYA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-4634813983913403493?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/4634813983913403493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=4634813983913403493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/4634813983913403493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/4634813983913403493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/05/nothing-to-say.html' title='Nothing To Say...'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-3712007300341502933</id><published>2008-05-19T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T21:37:13.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layout!!!! Again!!!</title><content type='html'>I changed my layout! Haha, Seamonsters!!!! Ok. Tell me what you think! then comment on my last post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-3712007300341502933?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/3712007300341502933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=3712007300341502933' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/3712007300341502933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/3712007300341502933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-layout-again.html' title='New Layout!!!! Again!!!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-634178406329201350</id><published>2008-05-19T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T16:54:41.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School!!!</title><content type='html'>I went back to school today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People kept on saying "OMG you're back! Did you change your hair?" Or "Where've you been??? Is your hair longer???" Or even "AHH! Taylor!!!!!!!!!!!! Where'd you go???!!! Did you die your hair???" Everyone thought I did something to my hair. I didn't, I just straightened it and parted it down the middle instead of on the side, like normal. I wore shorts to school today, and a pretty shirt, too. My teachers were all worried. they were like "Are you feeling better? You're finally back." Then they gave me work. =( I've just got some bookwork to make up in social studies, and some English stuff. My friend walked around with me to get my homework during Intra Murals (Dodge ball, soccer, stuff like that during advisory) and we couldn't get science work because they weren't in their class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately enough, I missed a test in almost every class. I missed a science genetics quiz, a math negative adding and subtracting and graphing quiz in math, I missed two vocabulary tests in English, I missed a quiz on some historic happening in social studies, and I missed two chair tests in band. I also didn't have to take an eight scale test today, which is eight different scales in a row from memory. I haven't practiced in two weeks, so Mr. Band-Teacher said I didn't have to take the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to go play hockey with my little sister. Bye Bye! (Please comment!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-634178406329201350?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/634178406329201350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=634178406329201350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/634178406329201350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/634178406329201350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/05/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School!!!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-8558956333133397136</id><published>2008-05-14T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T21:13:43.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reporting from at home for... EIGHT DAYS!</title><content type='html'>I've been at home sick for my personal record. It has been eight school days since I've gone, and I'm BORED!!! Plus, it's supposed to be warming up tomorrow, and aparrently, my science class is going on a field trip to a beach, and I WON'T BE THERE!!! I have to rest until Monday, when I can finally go back to school. Until then... stuck here... at home...........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've ordered another no stankyou shirt. I'm waiting for it. I just ordered it a couple hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to make up a bunch of math homework. Everyone send me help. Bye!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-8558956333133397136?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/8558956333133397136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=8558956333133397136' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/8558956333133397136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/8558956333133397136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/05/reporting-from-at-home-for-eight-days.html' title='Reporting from at home for... EIGHT DAYS!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-5377528772651007468</id><published>2008-05-06T16:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T16:33:49.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate being sick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about all I can say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-5377528772651007468?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/5377528772651007468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=5377528772651007468' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/5377528772651007468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/5377528772651007468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-hate-being-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-4550577474807190840</id><published>2008-05-02T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:21:48.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why isn't anyone commenting? Was it something I said??????????????????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finallly got a picture of George. Here they are::::&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/SBv01r2EY3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/cHaBFNnxs80/s1600-h/04-28-08_1658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196015798241747826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/SBv01r2EY3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/cHaBFNnxs80/s400/04-28-08_1658.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/SBv01r2EY4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/Kyv0XiqZGCI/s1600-h/04-28-08_1814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196015798241747842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/SBv01r2EY4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/Kyv0XiqZGCI/s400/04-28-08_1814.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/SBv0172EY5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/pai5OZzYklo/s1600-h/04-29-08_0732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196015802536715154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/SBv0172EY5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/pai5OZzYklo/s400/04-29-08_0732.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't he adorable??? Well. Please comment. I feel so lonely. Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-4550577474807190840?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/4550577474807190840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=4550577474807190840' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/4550577474807190840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/4550577474807190840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-isnt-anyone-commenting-was-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/SBv01r2EY3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/cHaBFNnxs80/s72-c/04-28-08_1658.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-183168563716577651</id><published>2008-04-29T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T22:36:23.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness, guess what??????????????????????????????????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you read my mom's blog, you'll know this already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend found the CUTEST little dog!!! Me and her walked around the neighborhood for a while looking for its owner, but they didn't turn up! And now he's staying with us!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him and Gracie get along very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They seem like they've known eachother forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom thinks he's a Finnish Spitz. I don't have a picture yet, but go to ginaagain.blogspot.com and you'll see a pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to sleep now. Goodnight everyone!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-183168563716577651?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/183168563716577651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=183168563716577651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/183168563716577651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/183168563716577651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-my-goodness-guess-what-well-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-1851242391243256428</id><published>2008-04-24T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:21:49.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The WASL is finally over. And I couldn't be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pretty cold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you to everyone who patiently waited for me to come and post. =] joking, joking. ok. well. yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to answer Debbie's question from my last post: When does summer come 'round???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;School actually ends June 19th. So that's about two months away. I just don't want to count the days. But I guess I will. 57 days, unless I miscounted. ok. just info for anyone who wants to know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. I'm going to watch TV now. Goodnight everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/SBFq672EY2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/eHsN6bsS1L4/s1600-h/MyFutureDogAndBird!.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193049406064321378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/SBFq672EY2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/eHsN6bsS1L4/s400/MyFutureDogAndBird!.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is my FUTURE DOG AND BIRD! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-1851242391243256428?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/1851242391243256428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=1851242391243256428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/1851242391243256428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/1851242391243256428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/04/wasl-is-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/SBFq672EY2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/eHsN6bsS1L4/s72-c/MyFutureDogAndBird!.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-5581675577849375856</id><published>2008-04-18T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T17:19:05.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what??? This is my 50th post so far. Halfway to 100!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did awesome on my scale test. It was actually four scales in a row. Ok, but Mr. First Chair Trombonist (Who I really don't like) messed up on a lot of the notes and was having trouble remembering what order we were playing the scales in. You see, I would have had that problem, but I just thought of the thing as one long scale. So yeah. I did better than Mr. Annoying First Chair Trombonist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, well I have a lot (Of nothing) to do, so I'll post later! Bye everyone!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-5581675577849375856?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/5581675577849375856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=5581675577849375856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/5581675577849375856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/5581675577849375856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/04/guess-what-this-is-my-50th-post-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-6558016895400686837</id><published>2008-04-17T18:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T19:02:18.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GAH!!!</title><content type='html'>I HATE THE WASL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I'm in the same WASL testing room as three of my friends, but the problem is is that EVERYONE ELSE IS REALLY ANNOYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so there's the dude that's loud and obnoxious and tears up your homework, the dude who everyone hates because he calls you bad words no matter who you are, the four annoying, loud, preppy girls who can't shut up to SAVE THEIR LIVES, the dude who can't stop staring at you whether he's testing or not, the girl who finishes before everyone and then looks at you like she's better than you, the dude who, when finished, makes odd noises through his mouth, and then is told to shut up by the dude who is loud and obnoxious and tears up your homework, and then there's that one kid NO ONE KNOWS. It's like the worst testing room EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I like to take my time, and make sure I've done everything right, you know? And when there's 30 minutes left and people are whispering to eachother and laughing at jokes no one else heard, it's not the easiest place to work. Is it so wrong to check over you work, people? And if you've done that, then PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE just stick you nose in a book and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHUT...UP!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, taking out anger here from sitting in a classroom testing from 8:30 to 11:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well my friend doesn't have to take the WASL because her mom signed a note that said she didn't have to. So today I was walking to lunch, and that friend came out of my english teacher's room, which is where she would be testing, if she were testing. Well, anyway, we get jolly ranchers each time we take the test, so that's one every day of testing. Ok, well here's what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend: Mr. English Teacher won't give me a jolly rancher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend: I don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Maybe because you WEREN'T TAKING THE WASL??? (I didn't actually yell that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cami: (As we walk by Mr. English Teacher) Well the jolly ranchers are probably to reward the people that did take the test, not the people who didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. English Teacher: (Smiles) Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what happened. Now I don't have WASL testing tomorrow, but I do have a scale test in band. So I must practice, then I must sleep. The WASL just BURNT. ME. OUT. (We did math with tools on Tuesday, math without tools on Wednesday, and Writing 1 today.) Wish me luck on Writing 2 on... Tuesday? Maybe Monday. (And wish me luck on passing the WASL!!!) Bye!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;They try and make the WASL seem fun. I THINK NOT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-6558016895400686837?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/6558016895400686837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=6558016895400686837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/6558016895400686837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/6558016895400686837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/04/gah.html' title='GAH!!!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-6105042200936968616</id><published>2008-04-11T15:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T16:03:24.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracie. Stuffed Animals. Loud Phone Issues.</title><content type='html'>So this morning Zane woke me up by trying to find the house phone, which was in my room. We was calling it, and it was beeping loudly at me. I tried to ignore it, but alas, I couldn't. So I had to get up, make sure my stuffed animals (Stella, Cocoa, Series, Melanie, Septimus Duck, Oreo, and the pig and the duck. I love stuffed animals.) were all on my bed, and go answer the phone and ask Zane what he wanted, then stumble stupidly down the stairs to give him the stupid, loud, annoying phone. What a pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came downstairs and sat on the couch and then watched Gracie run around trying to kill herself with one of her toys. Now I'm feeling hungry, so I'm going to go eat a very late breakfast, seeing as it's 3:10. I'm so crazy. Be right back everyone. (I would say BRB but that has officially been changed to BIG RED BALL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back!!! Mom is going to re-highlight my hair today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well I'm going to go now, because yeah. That's why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-6105042200936968616?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/6105042200936968616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=6105042200936968616' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/6105042200936968616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/6105042200936968616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/04/gracie-stuffed-animals-loud-phone.html' title='Gracie. Stuffed Animals. Loud Phone Issues.'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-9144505500519422884</id><published>2008-04-10T18:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:21:49.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When will the miracle happen???</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone. What's up? Nothing much here. Still Spring Break. I should do my homework, but I'm being lazy. I played video games most of the day here. I'm posting this post for one reason:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're going to Disneyland at the end of JUNE!!! (Right mom? Isn't that what you said?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R_6-HwwN_iI/AAAAAAAAAJo/psjWuT-w3bI/s1600-h/big_hotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187792861332897314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R_6-HwwN_iI/AAAAAAAAAJo/psjWuT-w3bI/s400/big_hotel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-9144505500519422884?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/9144505500519422884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=9144505500519422884' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/9144505500519422884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/9144505500519422884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-will-miracle-happen.html' title='When will the miracle happen???'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R_6-HwwN_iI/AAAAAAAAAJo/psjWuT-w3bI/s72-c/big_hotel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-6444682871827379975</id><published>2008-04-06T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T20:26:43.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Movie Challenge</title><content type='html'>HAHA! YES! I FINALLY SAW A SCARY MOVIE THAT DIDN'T INVOLVE &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALIENS!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Which scare the CRAP ['scuse my language. I know. I'm wonderful.] outta me, and you'll find out why soon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so last night, I was playing guitar hero. Then Zane came in, all "COOKIES!" like normal and I "No." like normal and then, like normal I was nice and went to make cookies. And then somehow Zane and Dad figured out I had never seen *The Sixth Sense* and so they HAD to turn it on. The writer of The Sixth Sense wrote the movie Signs, too. And Signs is the reason why I am SERIOUSLY afraid of aliens. In case you haven't seen it, it's about some family who live in the middle of no where and signs are put in the cornfield and there's aliens running around the house and they're wearing tin foil hats so the aliens can't read their minds, and the aliens are afraid of water and the girl has a problem with drinking water, and the boy has asthma, and the dad is... not quite right, and the mom got killed in an accident and THEY'RE ALL GOING TO DIE but not really because the aliens aren't just AFRAID of water, they're allergic to it and the uncle's a champion baseball player and he kills the aliens and the boys asthma saves his life because he has an asthma attack, and they all live happily ever after. Don't watch the movie. It's REALLY creepy. Well anyway, Dad made me watch The Sixth Sense. And I thought it was going to be scary. IT WASN'T SCARY AT ALL! It was just a bit gory. Although all the surprise things with the whole dead people WAS a bit scary. But anyway, that movie scarred Zane for life, because Dad made him watch it when he was SEVEN!!! And he wouldn't eat, because he thought Mom would poison his food. Also, today, Zane made me watch the new version of The Omen, and THAT wasn't scary AT ALL either. The scariest movie I've ever seen is Signs. Don't watch that movie. I was a little kid when I saw that, (I think I was nine) and that scarred me for life like The Sixth Sense scarred Zane for life. So, I challenge you all to write about the scariest movie you've ever seen. And if you haven't EVER seen a scary movie, then write about the saddest movie, or the happiest movie, and SOME sort of movie. (Truthfully, The Sixth Sense made me more sad than scared.) Ok. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for choosing to read Taylor's Blog. We know you have many choices, and we just want to let you know, every person matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I don't feel very good... my head kinda hurts. Bye everyone!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-6444682871827379975?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/6444682871827379975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=6444682871827379975' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/6444682871827379975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/6444682871827379975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/04/scary-movie-challenge.html' title='Scary Movie Challenge'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-8619516926410530098</id><published>2008-03-31T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T18:16:33.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layout and Art</title><content type='html'>Hey peoples! As you can MOST LIKELY see, I've changed my blog layout. I don't have as many *widgets* as I used too, but hey... My funny picture is at the bottom again! (I know it's a weird picture, but I like it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next *school* quarter (Which is, might I say, LAST QUARTER OF THE *school* YEAR!!!) Is going to be fun! We're not going to have AS MUCH homework, and I'm hoping I'll be able to maintain my straight A report card once again. This quarter I'm pretty sure I'll have at least 2 B's. I know I sound like a nerd, but grades are REALLY important to me. So please save mean comments about being worried about having a B or two. Ok. Now. Back to next quarter. I'm going to have art 5th period, and band 6th period, as usual. I don't know much about art, but I'm sure I'll like it. I'm going to have art with my friend, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie was just lying at my feet, and is currently begging for whatever my dad is eating. Just thought I'd share that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well I must go do my math homework (I HATE math.) Also, my computer is screaming at me that it needs to restart because of some new software installed. PLEASE, leave your thoughts on my new layout!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-8619516926410530098?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/8619516926410530098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=8619516926410530098' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/8619516926410530098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/8619516926410530098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/03/hey-peoples-as-you-can-most-likely-see.html' title='New Layout and Art'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-5160256982993107305</id><published>2008-03-30T19:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:21:50.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Post</title><content type='html'>Today is going to be a picture post. (Sorry for the delay in posting all of these... I meant to earlier, I just never got around to it.) Ok so first, I'll start with my friend Stacey's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R_BO3meZyXI/AAAAAAAAAII/KDHgLqc19vc/s1600-h/03-06-08_1856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183729888231278962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R_BO3meZyXI/AAAAAAAAAII/KDHgLqc19vc/s320/03-06-08_1856.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was at Stacey's house. She picked up her glasses (I forget what she called them) and put them on. I decided I'd try them on. I took a couple of funny pictures. I ended up deleteing all but this one, though. Now for another picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R_BPuWeZyaI/AAAAAAAAAIg/qG57-QU6hqU/s1600-h/03-26-08_1640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183730828829116834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R_BPuWeZyaI/AAAAAAAAAIg/qG57-QU6hqU/s400/03-26-08_1640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know it doesn't look like it, but it's snowing. This was, again, at Stacey's house. We were in her garage, because Stacey's mom had just got home. And while it was snowing, we were eating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R_BQWGeZybI/AAAAAAAAAIo/z3drjJL8wzk/s1600-h/03-26-08_1642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183731511728916914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R_BQWGeZybI/AAAAAAAAAIo/z3drjJL8wzk/s200/03-26-08_1642.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SNOWCONES!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Those are the pictures I got. No, that's not it. This is going to make you laugh. Look at this picture I got of Delaney while we were waiting for Zane's conference to be over:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R_BQzWeZycI/AAAAAAAAAIw/SmupCJ_8HF0/s1600-h/03-27-08_1527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183732014240090562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R_BQzWeZycI/AAAAAAAAAIw/SmupCJ_8HF0/s400/03-27-08_1527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;LOL!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-5160256982993107305?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/5160256982993107305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=5160256982993107305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/5160256982993107305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/5160256982993107305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/03/picture-post.html' title='Picture Post'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R_BO3meZyXI/AAAAAAAAAII/KDHgLqc19vc/s72-c/03-06-08_1856.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-5506768149448069931</id><published>2008-03-22T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:21:50.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAT UP PEOPLE??? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delaney did her last performance in the play The Jungle Book today. It was a good play. Last year, in the school play, I was Penny the swan. I was stuck in a "rope" and had to be saved by the annoying star (whom is annoying) named Ugly. That was basically my part. =] It was a very important part though. In the end Penny came to live in the barn-yard with Ugly, his mom Ida, and all the hens and jays and birds. And yet I bowed with a ton of other people who didn't... have as big of parts as me and weren't... really as good. I'M TALKING PEOPLE WHO HAD NO LINES AT ALL!!! I had a ton of REALLY important lines/ parts! I'm gonna stop complaining now. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm tired, so I think I'll go to bed now. Hoppy Early Easter!!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R-X0jmeZyWI/AAAAAAAAAIA/yooEYGTFDSE/s1600-h/easter_bunny_07.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180815838820288866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R-X0jmeZyWI/AAAAAAAAAIA/yooEYGTFDSE/s400/easter_bunny_07.gif" border="0" /&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/8807847394253003393-5506768149448069931?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/5506768149448069931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=5506768149448069931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/5506768149448069931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/5506768149448069931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-up-people-hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R-X0jmeZyWI/AAAAAAAAAIA/yooEYGTFDSE/s72-c/easter_bunny_07.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-3937853004872654235</id><published>2008-03-18T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:21:50.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much salt, huh?</title><content type='html'>Anyone heard of the man who turned blue? Paul something? He's kind of creepy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now I'm listening to a song by Silverstein (I only have one song, Dad wouldn't give me the rest because it has a teeny tiny bit of screaming.) They are a very good band. (Not every band that screams screams about death, killing, and other disgusting lyrics like that, Dad.=]) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so if you've read my profile, you'll know that I have a delicious cookie recipe (I think...Unless I forgot to put that on there.) that everyone loves. That reminds me of a funny story... But let me finish THIS thought. Ok, well yesterday Zane was like "COOKIES" and I was like "NO" and he was like "YES" and you get the point. I didn't make the cookies, though. Then today, I was feeling nice, so I decided I'd make the cookies. One problem, though. We don't have chocolate chips. I NEED chocolate chips to make my cookies. But Zane was like "COOKIES!" so I had to find a different recipe. Zane was like "OATMEAL!" but we didn't have honey. But don't worry; I made the cookies. Zane found a substitute honey... that stuff you get in little packets for your biscuits at KFC. It was a LITTLE bit less than two table spoons, but it was close enough. (Let me point out that the KFC honey is fake...) It took a long time and I made a BIG mess. But I made Zane clean it up. Cause I'm evil and devious like that. (Just kidding) He cleaned it up and I got something for him in Super Smash Bros. Brawl. But the problem is, I really don't like oatmeal cookies. So I had one, and that's probably all I'll have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the funny story I was reminded of: When I lived in California, Delaney and I decided we were going to make cookies one day. Everything went exactly as planned. I predicted these cookies would be very good. *cough, hack, cough, WRONG, cough!* Delaney read me the wrong spoon size for the salt. Guess how THOSE cookies turned out? DISGUSTING!!! No one would eat them. We threw them all away. And Zane's teased me about it since then. (I have to say, though, that that's not as bad as Mom forgetting the eggs in the pie =] Sorry, Mom)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cat is sitting next to me. He says hi to everyone. He smells bad, though, so he's going into the bathroom soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R-CCKiXzckI/AAAAAAAAAH4/V3Ra1sDPcrs/s1600-h/03-18-08_1958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179282689013019202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R-CCKiXzckI/AAAAAAAAAH4/V3Ra1sDPcrs/s400/03-18-08_1958.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This was taken 2 minutes ago on my cellular device, then sent to me by myself, and then uploaded onto here. =] (See how he's trying to look smart? He does that in EVERY picture!) He' sitting on my pillow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-3937853004872654235?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/3937853004872654235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=3937853004872654235' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/3937853004872654235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/3937853004872654235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/03/too-much-salt-huh.html' title='Too much salt, huh?'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R-CCKiXzckI/AAAAAAAAAH4/V3Ra1sDPcrs/s72-c/03-18-08_1958.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-3529619734073513274</id><published>2008-03-17T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:21:51.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't there a holiday today? Hm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Whoo, 40th post!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So. How's everyone doing? I'm tired. Who knows why. But my acid reflux was acting up this morning on the bus. I should have drinken that yogurt before I left... (Sorry Mom...) We found out what chair we have yet, because today we had a substitute in band, who made us play the B flat scale in WHOLE NOTES! What the heck? Just ask Mom, she'll tell you about me playing that in the FIFTH grade. Yeah. Ok. Well, also not everyone has finished their tests, so we'll find out what chairs we have on... Wednesday. Yeah. That one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oh, and isn't there some sort of a holiday today? Does anyone know which one???&lt;/p&gt;My foot's asleep. That's one of the strangest feelings in the entire world. I remember once when I was... nine? I was in the car with everyone in my family, and my foot fell asleep, and I tried to move it, and I started laughing insanely. And everyone started laughing at me. Then my foot wasn't asleep. I laugh whenever my foot falls asleep, except when I can't tell that it's asleep and I try to get up and walk and then I say ow. Or ouch. Or sometimes "SHOOT!" Gracie's asleep on the floor. Something very funny happened today(What else is new?). I was in english class, and me and my friend were reading from a story called The Negro Leauges. It was about when black people weren't allowed in the major leauges and so they made their own. But yeah. Me and my friend were getting bored. She was reading. It was the last paragraph, and she started it talking very low pitched, and when she got to the end of the paragraph her voice was inaudible (right word?) because of how high pitched it was. We were laughing very hard. I, of course, could not do the voice right. Just like I couldn't draw the bunny, butterfly, bird, tree, or shrubbery right in that picture we had to draw in science, which that friend took from me, saying "You didn't do this right, Taylor. See, this isn't in the right place, and that's WAY too big." =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I think that's it... OH WAIT!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;HAPPY SAINT PATRICK'S DAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R98ARyXzcgI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Bdrw14-8cXU/s1600-h/shamrock.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178858402078749186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R98ARyXzcgI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Bdrw14-8cXU/s320/shamrock.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oh, and I have no idea how to answer this question for homework: What do you think Bunyenesque means? I'm completley stumped!&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/8807847394253003393-3529619734073513274?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/3529619734073513274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=3529619734073513274' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/3529619734073513274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/3529619734073513274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/03/isnt-there-holiday-today-hm.html' title='Isn&apos;t there a holiday today? Hm...'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R98ARyXzcgI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Bdrw14-8cXU/s72-c/shamrock.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-6834884552073572768</id><published>2008-03-15T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T20:29:33.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you know that time of evening when, if you turn off all the lights, it looks blue? Yeah, I love that time. It's cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness I am so sore. We had to do 30 push-ups and 40 sit-ups in PE on Friday, and we also spent the period jump-roping. Also, yesterday I tripped and broke the gate upstairs. I got a scratch on my shin. I know it doesn't sound bad, but it hurts horrible. My knees are sore, and I also got pushed into a wall and have a stupid painful brusie on my elbow. I also hurt my shoulders sleeping on my side last night. So right now my knees, shoulders, armpits, neck, shins, feet, back, and elbows hurt. Also my acid reflux is really stupid. I've had heartburn for a about a week. I'm going to go take an acid reducer after I'm done writing this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my hair cut today. I got a bit trimmed off the actual length of my hair and I got my side bangs (which shortest point was... my lips I think?) cut to about the middle of my nose. Yeah. It's cool. My haircut makes my eyes look more blue. :D Ok, well bye everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-6834884552073572768?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/6834884552073572768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=6834884552073572768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/6834884552073572768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/6834884552073572768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/03/do-you-know-that-time-of-evening-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-7696956931926054067</id><published>2008-03-14T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T23:25:35.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pi, jumprope, and feet! (And I'm back!)</title><content type='html'>Hey there everybody! I'm sorry I've been gone for so long. I have a lot to talk about. Let me say this first: I'm going to sleep well tonight. Today was Pi day. Plus it was fitness day, and my class was jumproping. Then I walked around my neighborhood with two of my friends for a while. Also, I had two tests in social studies and a chair test in band. I'll probably get... second or third chair. (Pi day is a day in my school where we bring in round foods for extra credit and eat it all in math class. lol, here's how it works: Pi is the number for for circles or whatever,(3.141592654 so on and so forth) so we brought in circular food. I brought a chocolate cake.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I hung out with my friends after school. Then I can home and had McDonalds, which actually DIDN'T make me sick for once! I've been sick for about a month and it stinks. Right now I'm watching home improvment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave my feet a treat and soaked them in warm water, and put lotion on them. they're so soft. My computer is dying and I have to get my cellular device. I gotta go everyone! I'll try and write sooner next time!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-7696956931926054067?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/7696956931926054067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=7696956931926054067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/7696956931926054067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/7696956931926054067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/03/pi-jumprope-and-feet-and-im-back.html' title='Pi, jumprope, and feet! (And I&apos;m back!)'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-779757296557937535</id><published>2008-03-07T17:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T18:30:12.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo Day 08</title><content type='html'>hola people this is zane taylors older brother and we had the day off from school today. there was nothing on tv so i desided that me and taylor were gunna have an emo fun day. we did and now we look EF (emo fabulous) it took us like an hour and we got some cool pictures. pictures are the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo: Genre of softcore punk music that integrates unenthusiastic melodramatic 17 year olds who dont smile, high pitched overwrought lyrics and inaudible guitar rifts with tight wool sweaters, tighter jeans, itchy scarfs (even in the summer), ripped chucks with favorite bands signature, black square rimmed glasses, and ebony greasy unwashed hair that is required to cover at least 3/5 ths of the face at an angle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-779757296557937535?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/779757296557937535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=779757296557937535' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/779757296557937535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/779757296557937535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/03/emo-day-08.html' title='Emo Day 08'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-984034098955002174</id><published>2008-03-03T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T21:59:48.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chairs and Beds</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I didn't make first chair. But I did make second! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so (that's the second time I've said that!) I love my bed. It's awesome. It's like a foot off the floor and dark wood and really cool. I'd get a picture, but I'm being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm charging my *sansa* (mp3 player) right now. I'm going to go to bed. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-984034098955002174?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/984034098955002174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=984034098955002174' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/984034098955002174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/984034098955002174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/03/chairs-and-beds.html' title='Chairs and Beds'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-4422966812896774623</id><published>2008-03-01T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T13:06:16.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Over!</title><content type='html'>I'm so happy! I just won a box of chocolates and a writing prompt book! WHOO! Thank you for letting me participate in the February Blogging Challenge, Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little disapointed too... I have to take down the Februarie Blogging Challenge picture that I finally put up last night. Oh well. I really need to learn not to procrastinate. Ok, well, I'm going to go now! And everyone reading this who participated in the blogging challenge... don't stop blogging! Bye everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-4422966812896774623?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/4422966812896774623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=4422966812896774623' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/4422966812896774623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/4422966812896774623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-so-happy-i-just-won-box-of.html' title='It&apos;s Over!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-790373186976867158</id><published>2008-02-29T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T19:41:47.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Februarie Blogging Challenge</title><content type='html'>It's so sad... I put the Februarie Blogging Challenge picture up on the last day of February. :) I'll have to take it down soon. :( Oh well. Should have put it up earlier, but it's not TOO late!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-790373186976867158?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/790373186976867158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=790373186976867158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/790373186976867158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/790373186976867158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/02/februarie-blogging-challenge.html' title='Februarie Blogging Challenge'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-7888032869166700919</id><published>2008-02-29T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T18:49:51.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes and Naps</title><content type='html'>Whoo. Naps are fun. I just woke up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week my left eye has been bloodshot for some reason. I think it's because I've been sleeping a lot more this week. But today, my friend asked whether someone hit my eye, and one of my other friends asked if I popped a blood vessel in my eye. When I got home from school it was better. it's more red now, but not horribly. But it's blurry. Like it's been all week. I think I'm going to put some eyedrops in. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I was stumped on what to write, but I just saw a comercial that made me a bit angry. Who knows about those head and shoulder things of like barbies and bratz and polly pocket that you put fake makeup on? Well I just saw a Dora one. I don't know why, but that just makes me angry. Little girls are putting makeup on head and shoulders of life-like dolls, so isn't that teaching them that they should wear makeup? Just thought I'd make that point. Ok well I'm going to keep watching TV now. Bye everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-7888032869166700919?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/7888032869166700919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=7888032869166700919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/7888032869166700919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/7888032869166700919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/02/eyes-and-naps.html' title='Eyes and Naps'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-2300918085395336672</id><published>2008-02-28T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:21:51.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toenails and Tests</title><content type='html'>About ten minutes ago I did my toenails. Now they're pretty and red. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tomorrow we have another chair test, and a math test. I hate math tests, they're horrible. The chair test will be ok. I won't get first chair though. Oh well. It was fun while it lasted. Ok well this was an incredibly short post, so I'll add a picture to make it better. Now, OFF TO COMB MY WET HAIR!!! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172265633553697826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R8eUMJvtzCI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zWVRNh8WhRI/s320/3+dolla+ring.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Zane put this picture on my computer. It's called the three dolla ring. I don't even know why he put it on here.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-2300918085395336672?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/2300918085395336672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=2300918085395336672' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/2300918085395336672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/2300918085395336672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/02/toenails-and-tests.html' title='Toenails and Tests'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R8eUMJvtzCI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zWVRNh8WhRI/s72-c/3+dolla+ring.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-5581926532706517106</id><published>2008-02-27T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T21:41:02.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30th Post And Burnt Seats</title><content type='html'>Ok, now that last post just didn't sastify me, so I'm going to write a longer one. Ok, this will be my 30th post I think. I know that's not a lot compared to the amount of posts some people have written, but still! It's 30 more than Delaney! I'm so mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever read the post about the people smoking marijuana on the bus, they actually weren't smoking. They were burning a seat. But my head still hurts from that smell. :( Oh well. But those kids should be suspended. The only reason I said they were smoking is because everyone was freaking out and yelling "SOMEONE'S SMOKING WEED! SOMEONE'S SMOKING WEED!!!" That's why I said that. Ok well time to get ready for bed. NIGHT ALL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-5581926532706517106?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/5581926532706517106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=5581926532706517106' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/5581926532706517106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/5581926532706517106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/02/30th-post-and-burnt-seats.html' title='30th Post And Burnt Seats'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-4685161610121556049</id><published>2008-02-27T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:21:51.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purrrrty Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R8ZHpqCAGkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6Syq0k-jhPQ/s1600-h/02-27-08_2035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171900003064486466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R8ZHpqCAGkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6Syq0k-jhPQ/s320/02-27-08_2035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aren't I purrrrty???&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/8807847394253003393-4685161610121556049?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/4685161610121556049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=4685161610121556049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/4685161610121556049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/4685161610121556049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/02/arent-i-purrrrty.html' title='Purrrrty Picture'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R8ZHpqCAGkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6Syq0k-jhPQ/s72-c/02-27-08_2035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-4189968811581409229</id><published>2008-02-26T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T21:29:58.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Technical Difficulties</title><content type='html'>I'm writing this from my AOL today. It is formatted very strangely. Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for my Sansa (MP3 player) to charge. My cellular device is somehow on the floor, and my lamp isn't plugged in. :( I'm confuzzled. I'm aparently having some Technical Difficulties. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, I just got out of the shower. It was very relaxing. I've had a headache since lunch today, because me and my buddy were being dumb and bumping our shoulders together very hard, and somehow it made my head hurt. But anyway, it was starting to feel better, and then, on the bus, someone decided it would be SO smart to smoke some marijuana. It made my head hurt so bad. I don't know who it was, but I think it was two kids in the back of the bus. The people in the front of the bus (including me) didn't smell it until last, but the smell didn't leave, and they couldn't figure out who! OH MY GOODNESS, HOW HARD IS IT TO FIGURE OUT WHO IT WAS??? Just smell all the kids in the back. D:&lt; *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching a dumb movie right now. Ok, well I have to get ready for bed. Goodnight all. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-4189968811581409229?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/4189968811581409229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=4189968811581409229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/4189968811581409229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/4189968811581409229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/02/technical-difficulties.html' title='Technical Difficulties'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-1446190708969552667</id><published>2008-02-25T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T21:42:48.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHAIR TEST RESULTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I GOT FIRST CHAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Everyone congragulate me! :))))))))))))))))) (super smile!) Well, that is the highlight of my day! I'm so happy! But, I'm kind of angry, too. The reason for that is, we have another chair test at the end of this week, so I'll be in first chair for... 5 days at the most. I have to get ready for bed now. Goodnight everyone!!!!!!!!!!! (This has been your very short post brought to you by TAYLOR!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-1446190708969552667?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/1446190708969552667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=1446190708969552667' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/1446190708969552667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/1446190708969552667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/02/chair-test-results.html' title='CHAIR TEST RESULTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-7206524530640012672</id><published>2008-02-24T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:21:52.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Books.</title><content type='html'>I'm re-reading the book The Giver. It's a really good book. Anyone who hasn't read it should. I'm almost finished with it and I started reading it at 12:00 this afternoon. Amazing, isn't it? I think I'll read it again tomorrow if I have time in school. I know that I'm crazy because I re-read things so many times, Mom. Let's see... the most times I've re-read a book was... I think maybe 7? It was a book called... Oh what was it called??? Oh yeah, The Fairy Rebel. It was a short book. I've read all of the Harry Potter books at least twice. The most I've read one of them was maybe 4 and I think it was the first one. When the seventh Harry Potter book came out, Mom and I had a reading competition, to see who could finish it first. She won. By like 2 pages, too. I was mad. There was no bet, so I didn't lose anything. I stayed up VERY late reading during that competition. And I still lost! And I got like a 2 day head start!!! UGH! Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The book I'm reading in school is taking me forever to read. I finished the book I was reading at the beginning of the year, The Thief Lord, and then I started Sea Of Trolls. I've been reading it (Or trying) for 2 quarters now. It's gotten pretty boring, that's the only reason why I've slowed down, Mom. (She kept on bugging me about why I hadn't finished it yet.) :) lol. Sorry. Ok, well I'm going to go find some cool socks. I have to start begging you for more awesome fuzzy cool socks, Mom. Bye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (READ!!!!!!!!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170783741064256050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R8JQaqCAGjI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zUKZWtBofew/s200/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-7206524530640012672?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/7206524530640012672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=7206524530640012672' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/7206524530640012672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/7206524530640012672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/02/books.html' title='Books.'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R8JQaqCAGjI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zUKZWtBofew/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-2251475189083114653</id><published>2008-02-23T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:21:52.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Pictures and Randomness!</title><content type='html'>Right now I'm listening to Anberlin, which is a rock band. They're awesome. I love them. Not as much as Taking Back Sunday and My Chemical Romance, but I still love them. Just thought I'd say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I desperatly need a manicure and a peticure. I'm too lazy to pick a nail color and file my nails though. :) So Mother should take me to the salon. :))))) (super smile!!!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate being sick. It stinks. This morning I slept until 12:00 and didn't get out of bed until 1:00. That is so lazy of me. But my back hurt and as soon as I stood up I would probably start coughing, so I watched TV in my room for another hour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sitting on my bed listening to music and needing to go to the bathroom. The TV is not on, Mom. I'm listening to music, writing on my blog and being bored. Well, I'll add a picture into this to make it more interesting. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R8EJs6CAGhI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Y9Yo6kLLLyc/s1600-h/image008.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170424514294585874" style="CURSOR: hand" height="193" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R8EJs6CAGhI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Y9Yo6kLLLyc/s200/image008.png" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R8EJsKCAGgI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4si_jAprlaI/s1600-h/image006.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170424501409683970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R8EJsKCAGgI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4si_jAprlaI/s200/image006.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R8EJraCAGeI/AAAAAAAAAGA/E9sxHRjRhM0/s1600-h/image002.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170424488524782050" style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" height="193" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R8EJraCAGeI/AAAAAAAAAGA/E9sxHRjRhM0/s200/image002.png" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Um... Make that three. No wait, four!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R8EKa6CAGiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/BhnaYMJCsck/s1600-h/image004.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170425304568568354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R8EKa6CAGiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/BhnaYMJCsck/s200/image004.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I got these from my friend. Aren't they weird/cute???&lt;/span&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/8807847394253003393-2251475189083114653?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/2251475189083114653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=2251475189083114653' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/2251475189083114653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/2251475189083114653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/02/right-now-im-listening-to-anberlin.html' title='Strange Pictures and Randomness!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R8EJs6CAGhI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Y9Yo6kLLLyc/s72-c/image008.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-5723472257382454910</id><published>2008-02-22T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T17:16:32.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so first, I'll do what I always do. Complain/tell about my day. Then we can get to the real post. So today my back was feeling better. I wasn't coughing as much. I felt pretty good. Then I went to PE. Today was fitness day, which is where you spend half the day running or jogging, and the rest of it playing basket ball, dodge ball, or badmitten. Wednesdays and Fridays are fitness days. Well, today, we ran the Pacer. (Which was created by the devil.) The Pacer is where you run across the short side in the gym. Today I could have done like... maybe 10. We had to do 25. I didn't quit though, cuz then points would have been marked off.  By the 12th run across (To that stupid elevator music playing at you, and the stupid lady's voice going 10... 15... everytime we ran 5 across) I felt like I was going to throw up or faint. I didn't, though. I just kept running, even though the muscle I pulled in my back was starting to hurt even worse, and soon it was over. I spent the rest of the period sitting out. Then I went to band, to sit up strait, plant my feet, hold an instrument up, and blow while coughing and trying to breathe. The good news is, I did very well on the chair test. Mr. Band Teacher told me so. The bad news is, I could barely play the entire time and the *UNNECESSARY LOUDNESS* of the drums, bari and tenor saxophones, trumpets, and the rest of the lower voices (Not including me) gave me a headache. Now for the real post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to give a brief description of where I lived from the age of 4 to the age of 11.&lt;br /&gt;It was flat, and anything that wasn't was made of concrete, dirt, or cow poo. At the age of about 8 I knew my way around the town. I was never allowed to go anywhere, though. But I didn't really care. It was BOILING hot. We had a pool, and a big yard. There were 4 rooms. Me and Delaney shared a room. It was a nice place, even if there were no trees. Well this has taken about two hours to write. I'm going to try and sleep now. Bye everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-5723472257382454910?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/5723472257382454910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=5723472257382454910' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/5723472257382454910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/5723472257382454910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/02/ok-so-first-ill-do-what-i-always-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-5936578818252643045</id><published>2008-02-21T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T21:26:41.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just wanted everyone to know that I won't be writing the "home" post this week, as I can't really do anything with some coffee. I don't drink coffee yet. (Which makes my parents very happy, I'm sure, since my energy level is higher than they'd like already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to figure out how to cut my hair. It's bugging the heck outta me, because I NEED a new hairstyle before I go crazy. I'm thinking about getting real bangs or cutting my layered (side type) bangs shorter. I don't want to cut the actual length of my hair any shorter, because I'm trying to grow my hair long. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been coughing an awful lot lately, and last night I hurt my back coughing. That was very strange. All today everything hurt. Coughing, laughing, talking to loud, walking, running (PE), playing my trombone, etc. I'm hoping that tomorrow my back won't hurt as much. Goodnight all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-5936578818252643045?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/5936578818252643045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=5936578818252643045' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/5936578818252643045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/5936578818252643045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-just-wanted-everyone-to-know-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-2510739949627611864</id><published>2008-02-20T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:21:53.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is my 23rd post and my 20th day of posting. How awesome is that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I just wanted to let anyone who read my last post know that since today was a short day and we had short classes, so Mr. Band Teacher didn't test us today. And I forgot to get the note my mom wrote, so I had to get my advisor to write one. Luckily Mrs. Advisor is very nice. And crazy. Ask my mom, she'll tell you. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend during my *mid* winter break I coughed so much that it feels like I have a bruise on my left rib whenever I cough now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to go to bed now. Goodnight everyone!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R70UD6CAGaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/CkxKSI8uOL0/s1600-h/LIttleKidsSpeakOut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169310004641012130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R70UD6CAGaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/CkxKSI8uOL0/s400/LIttleKidsSpeakOut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Isn't this AWESOME? :) I just felt like putting a picture into this. NO STANK YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-2510739949627611864?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/2510739949627611864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=2510739949627611864' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/2510739949627611864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/2510739949627611864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-is-my-23rd-post-and-my-20th-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R70UD6CAGaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/CkxKSI8uOL0/s72-c/LIttleKidsSpeakOut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-2399322192292591302</id><published>2008-02-19T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T21:22:19.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Again...............................</title><content type='html'>My wonderful *Mid* Winter break is coming to a close. I'm sad. :( My trombone hasn't been repaired or fully repaired yet, so I am going to get last chair in band because I won't be able to play the playing test. I'm sad. :( But oh well, I'll get over it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until next weekend. I can't wait for a break already and school hasn't even started this week. :) A little funny, but my friends understand. I have to get my mom to write me a note for Mr. Band Teacher as to why I don't have my instrument. Everyone wish me a good week so the magic of... I lost my trail of thought. :) Goodnight everyone reading!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-2399322192292591302?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/2399322192292591302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=2399322192292591302' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/2399322192292591302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/2399322192292591302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/02/school-again_19.html' title='School Again...............................'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-534419475080809674</id><published>2008-02-18T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:21:53.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Fairly Odd Baby!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyone who is not watching that right now is heartless! Or not in front of a TV. But serioulsy, how the heck can you resist this adorable baby?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R7pspaCAGZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/dlMH8BOAds8/s1600-h/FairyBaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168562980979218834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R7pspaCAGZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/dlMH8BOAds8/s400/FairyBaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(I took this picture with my cellular device!!!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-534419475080809674?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/534419475080809674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=534419475080809674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/534419475080809674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/534419475080809674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/02/fairly-odd-baby-anyone-who-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R7pspaCAGZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/dlMH8BOAds8/s72-c/FairyBaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-514596828541241346</id><published>2008-02-17T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T21:42:57.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puffy Sleeved Dress Shirt</title><content type='html'>At the beginning of this *school* year my mom bought me a white dress shirt for band concerts. It's very pretty, but there is one flaw: The sleeves. They're really puffy and giant. I'd wear, but I chicken out because I don't like the way it makes my arms look. I want to wear it, I just always take it off. :) Just so you know that I like that shirt, Mom. I'm tired and have to go to the bathroom. Bye everyone!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-514596828541241346?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/514596828541241346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=514596828541241346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/514596828541241346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/514596828541241346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/02/puffy-sleeved-dress-shirt.html' title='Puffy Sleeved Dress Shirt'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-4488810455611289938</id><published>2008-02-16T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T11:58:17.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Going To A Sleepover...</title><content type='html'>I'm going to a sleepover later today, so I won't have time to do this at 9:00 at night, so I'm doing it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching the *FEROCIOUS SLEEPING BADGERS* comercial. Funny, isn't it? Dad is talking on the phone, Gracie is trying to be asleep, and I'm sitting on a chair. Sounds boring, right? Well, Mom and Delaney should get home from Delaney's gymnastics class soon. I have something very important thing to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie loves her little pink squeaky toy lamb. :) NINJA SHOE!!! (Zane just threw a shoe at my Dad screaming "NINJA SHOE!!!")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-4488810455611289938?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/4488810455611289938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=4488810455611289938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/4488810455611289938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/4488810455611289938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-going-to-sleepover.html' title='I&apos;m Going To A Sleepover...'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-995542979226667319</id><published>2008-02-15T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T19:40:57.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor Taylor Taylor Taylor</title><content type='html'>Taylor Taylor Taylor Taylor Taylor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Taylor Taylor Taylor Taylor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Taylor Taylor Taylor Taylor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, leave me alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why I wrote that. I don't feel good, I've been losing my voice, my throat hurts and I've been coughing. But good news, I'M GETTING A NO STANK YOU SHIRT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-995542979226667319?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/995542979226667319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=995542979226667319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/995542979226667319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/995542979226667319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/02/taylor-taylor-taylor-taylor.html' title='Taylor Taylor Taylor Taylor'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-8057855098182400268</id><published>2008-02-14T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:21:53.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R7UdFKCAGYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/jmLG8aDCIo4/s1600-h/catdog%26bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167068121906813314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R7UdFKCAGYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/jmLG8aDCIo4/s200/catdog%26bird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This is the announcement of an unknown holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Since most people don't know when their pets birthdays are, there is a set day for appreciating and celebrating your pets. It's called "Pet's Day" and it's on the 23 of February. On this day you do these things to pamper your pets:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take your puppy on a walk and let them run around the house. Give them treats and play with them as much and in any way you can think of. Pet them and give them lots of treats. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pet your cat and let them fall asleep on the pillow without bothering them. If they do happen to be in the way, move whatever they're sleeping on carefully, rather then pushing them off. If you have special cat treats, give them lots. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you have reptiles, such as turtles, lizards, hermit crabs and whatnot, let them walk around a wet towel for a while. If you give them lettuce or fruit every now and then, give it to them. Give them baths and pamper them in any way you know. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you have birds then... give them treats... I don't know, just do something nice for them, I don't know much about pet birds. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;For all the pets I didn't mention: Do everything nice for your pets. Don't punish them, and pamper them. Spoil them this once. If you know how to make that dog and cat safe ice cream, then do. Get your pets new toys and make sure they stay out of trouble, but be extra nice to them. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyone that is reading this, (Mom) please spread it around. Pets like to be pampered and spoiled every once in a while too, just like you. So tell everyone you know, and tell them to tell everyone they know and HAVE FUN SPOILING YOUR PETS!!! (It's a great date, Saturday! You have the WHOLE DAY!!!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-8057855098182400268?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/8057855098182400268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=8057855098182400268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/8057855098182400268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/8057855098182400268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/02/pets-day.html' title='Pet&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R7UdFKCAGYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/jmLG8aDCIo4/s72-c/catdog%26bird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-6860383444273242136</id><published>2008-02-13T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T21:32:26.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upcoming Event???</title><content type='html'>Today I made cookies and Nerd's valentines in preperation for the event tomorrow. I think they said it has something to do with hearts and like valentines? I think they're talking about Valentine's Day. Well, my mean principal Mrs. Principal (Girls have to wait for bathroom passes at lunch while boys just come up whenever they like, and here's Mrs. Principal, coming up and pushing us all yelling in our ears "GO WAIT OUTSIDE TO GO TO THE BATHROOM!" I think she's deaf.) told us all that we weren't allowed to have stuffed animals or balloons. Which is weird cuz tons of people have stuffed animals EVERY DAY! And you're allowed to have balloons on your birthday. She doesn't make sense. I have like *50* nerds valentines. But in middle school you don't have to give one to everyone, cuz it's not very likely someone's going to get their feelings hurt anymore. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I get to celebrate, and the 15th I have another STUPID STUPID STUPID chair test. At least I can play this one. Right now one of my eyelashes is bugging me, so I'll leave it at that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-6860383444273242136?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/6860383444273242136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=6860383444273242136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/6860383444273242136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/6860383444273242136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/02/upcoming-event.html' title='Upcoming Event???'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-8032158357552854194</id><published>2008-02-12T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:21:53.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAVORITE BAND(S) EVER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I promised myself something yesterday. I'd do my homework before using my laptop... I'm a little sad. But oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm stumped. So I'll say "IT'S NINE I HAVE TO GO TO BED IN LIKE 30 MIN TO AN HOUR!!!" I have science tomorrow... Ew... I really don't like science. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R7J6OKCAGXI/AAAAAAAAAFI/HsxI5hk1P2k/s1600-h/AdamandGerrard!.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166326106176887154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R7J6OKCAGXI/AAAAAAAAAFI/HsxI5hk1P2k/s400/AdamandGerrard!.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I just thought I'd make a tribute to my TWO most favorite bands in the world. On the left is Gerrard of My Chemical Romance, in the middle is Adam of Taking Back Sunday, and the dude on the right is... a guitarist in My Chemical Romance I think. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-8032158357552854194?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/8032158357552854194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=8032158357552854194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/8032158357552854194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/8032158357552854194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/02/favorite-bands-ever.html' title='FAVORITE BAND(S) EVER!!!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R7J6OKCAGXI/AAAAAAAAAFI/HsxI5hk1P2k/s72-c/AdamandGerrard!.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-5419114166536644665</id><published>2008-02-11T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T20:45:55.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Band and hearts.... (Ew...)</title><content type='html'>So, who remembers my post "&lt;a href="http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/02/with-chair-tests-in-band-all-you-need.html"&gt;With Chair Tests In Band, All You Need Is Patience And Practice&lt;/a&gt;"? Only one? Thank you, Mom. Ok, well it turns out that I was wrong about one part of that. Ok two. Autumn is a real girl. And she's also OFICIALLY a real lower brass. Well, sorta. When I said she plays the bari sax, I was confused. She played the tenor sax, which is after alto. At the beginning of this *school* year, she played alto, then she switched to tenor, and, just today, she's switched to bari! It was really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's ever seen a bari sax? THEY'RE REALLY BIG!!! Well, they also have a really low sound to. This is the highlight of my day: During warmup, Autumn tried to play the bari for the first time. She did really good, and it sounded REALLY funny. Not that it was a weird sound, just that it was just low enough that it made me laugh. Well, I cracked up in the middle of warmup (I've been laughing at nothing all day. I think it's because I was totally awake today when I went to school. Oh, and I've been getting the hiccups, which made me laugh more, which made me hiccup more!) and, thankfully, my teacher... What did I address him as? Oh yeah, (lol) Mr. Band Teacher is nice and doesn't care about things like that. If there's a lot of people doing stuff like that, he'll stop the band, shake his head slowly, and say in his froggy voice "I don't care about people who play ahead. I don't care about people who won't play. I just want this band to keep going." (Does that even make any sense???) Well, there you go. That was the highlight of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, science is my least favorite subject of all. That is because we've had two dissections this year, and I haven't gotten a seal in his class. (He doesn't like kids.) Welllllllllllllllllllllllllll, Mr. Icky Yucky Science Teacher made us open up a poor little *SHEEP'S HEART* and stick little pieces of lable paper on pins INTO IT! Me and my friend wanted to throw up. We were, actually. But we held it in, 'cuz science would be over in like *2* minutes. That was pretty much the worst part of my day. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-5419114166536644665?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/5419114166536644665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=5419114166536644665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/5419114166536644665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/5419114166536644665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/02/band-again.html' title='Band and hearts.... (Ew...)'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-7695248408908116575</id><published>2008-02-10T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:21:53.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Picture</title><content type='html'>A while ago I took a really good picture of our puppy Gracie and our old dog Dakota who passed away. I showed the picture to my parents, put it on my computer, my parents got it, they sent it to my Nona and Grandpa, who LOVED Dakota so much, and they sent it off to this place that put it in a frame. Then, when we went to California to visit our family this Christmas break, my Nona and Grandpa gave the picture in the frame to my mom and dad. Mom, you were there for it, so you already know, and since you're pretty much the only one reading my blog, there's really no point in me writing this. But I thought I would anyway. Well, I was pretty much crying. It's a really nice picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R6_WuaCAGWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/S65ERuOZR-o/s1600-h/Gracie+and+Dakota.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165583390367291746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R6_WuaCAGWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/S65ERuOZR-o/s400/Gracie+and+Dakota.jpg" border="0" /&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/8807847394253003393-7695248408908116575?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/7695248408908116575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=7695248408908116575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/7695248408908116575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/7695248408908116575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/02/pretty-picture.html' title='Pretty Picture'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R6_WuaCAGWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/S65ERuOZR-o/s72-c/Gracie+and+Dakota.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-5587578461398766697</id><published>2008-02-09T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:21:54.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Robots And Hot Chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today I sat around in my pajamas. I'm still in them right now. My sinus's's's's's's are congested and my throat hurt when I woke up. I slept until 12:00 until my sister and her friend woke me up playing with Gracie downstairs. Then I came downstairs, had hot chocolate and poptarts, then sat on my couch for a long time. After that I went to play a video game, and ten minutes later my brother made me stop so he could play Fable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:( I wanted to play my little robot game! (Which is called Chibi-Robo) That was pretty much my day. Very boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R65miaCAGVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tnee3PaWsyI/s1600-h/chibi180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165178563929839954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R65miaCAGVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tnee3PaWsyI/s400/chibi180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Run Chibi, RUN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-5587578461398766697?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/5587578461398766697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=5587578461398766697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/5587578461398766697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/5587578461398766697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-i-sat-around-in-my-pajamas.html' title='Robots And Hot Chocolate'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R65miaCAGVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tnee3PaWsyI/s72-c/chibi180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-3391375633307526619</id><published>2008-02-08T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T18:12:42.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARTY!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today was an awards party from 1:00 to 2:30. It was lots of fun. They had activities all over the school. There was movies, a dance, sports, games, and bingo. The only bad part was you still had to go to all of your classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, my friends and I went to the dance. We goofed around a little and tried to dance two step and soulja boy, but we were unsuccesful. They're stupid dances anyway, but me and my friends can not resist the chance to dance without being stared at. (Happens at lunch sometimes.) One of the teachers was break dancing. It was pretty cool. The bad part was they wouldn't let you go get a drink of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to volleyball. My friends and I just watched, and we were allowed to get drinks, so OF COURSE, we did. After that we went and played airhockey and foosball. Now I'm going to a real dance, that has a pajama theme, so I'm wearing my long sleeved red pajama shirt, jeans under my pink pajama pants, and I'm about to put on some slippers. Bye everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-3391375633307526619?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/3391375633307526619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=3391375633307526619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/3391375633307526619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/3391375633307526619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/02/party.html' title='PARTY!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-1430219896165637011</id><published>2008-02-07T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T20:55:14.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School................</title><content type='html'>So I had another test today. It was a scale test, really easy. Just 15 notes, 5 measures, up and down. I did great. So did most everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also told my most favorite person's friend that she's really sorry and she didn't know he was grounded. (I'm a messenger, since they don't go to school together anymore.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a test in math, that I did bad on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My science teacher had a sub, so I couldn't get the work that I missed during my field trip yesterday, and UNLUCKILY, we turned two assignments in that were ten points each, and since it's the beginning of the quarter, I now have an F because I was absent when we did one, and turned the other in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also tried to finish something in social studies, which most of us didn't, and I really should be working on that right now. Good bye anyone reading this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-1430219896165637011?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/1430219896165637011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=1430219896165637011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/1430219896165637011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/1430219896165637011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/02/school.html' title='School................'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-4183396745127691999</id><published>2008-02-06T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:21:54.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Field Trip To The Digipen Institute Of Technology</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;There was a long bus ride, a tour, another bus ride, another tour, a long lecture about how things move, another long bus ride, and a wait for my ride home. Sounds like lots of fun to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Bus Rides: Strangely enough, I think I liked the bus rides the most. They were fun, and me and my friends spent them taking funny pictures of eachother, joking about nothing in general, and being plain silly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;First Digipen Institute: I took pictures of a ton of digital artwork hanging on the walls, and my favorite one was a little green man, who deserved a place in my cellphone that is overcroweded with pictures. It is now my wallpaper. We looked through the library, and the HUGE computer lab, and then went to lunch. After lunch, we left for our bus to the campus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The Campus: We walked through a hallway, I took one picture, and then we sat through a guy telling us how things move and how to make it look smooth on a computer. (He felt he had to explain how humans move too...) Me and my friend were sitting on the same chair, since there were none left at our table, and it was not that comfortable sitting like that for an hour. After an hour was up, we left to go back to school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Since it was a late start and school started an hour and thirty minutes late, anyone going had to be there about ten minutes early. We got back at 3:00 which is about 25 minutes after school gets out. So I didn't have to go to school at all today! So much fun!!! LITTLE GREEN MAN!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R6pgb2rRzmI/AAAAAAAAACo/SG0Ge0h42_A/s1600-h/Pictures!!!+232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164045954383466082" style="CURSOR: hand" height="247" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R6pgb2rRzmI/AAAAAAAAACo/SG0Ge0h42_A/s400/Pictures!!!+232.jpg" width="326" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;This isn't a very good picture, the good one's on my cellular device.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-4183396745127691999?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/4183396745127691999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=4183396745127691999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/4183396745127691999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/4183396745127691999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-field-trip-to-digipen-institute-of.html' title='My Field Trip To The Digipen Institute Of Technology'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R6pgb2rRzmI/AAAAAAAAACo/SG0Ge0h42_A/s72-c/Pictures!!!+232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-5661828555954487647</id><published>2008-02-05T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:21:54.853-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Band Class'/><title type='text'>With Chair Tests In Band, All You Need Is Patience And Practice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R6gIHWrRzlI/AAAAAAAAACg/UY7VOqNWTAo/s1600-h/Gerald_G_Trombone_Silhouette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163385895219482194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="154" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R6gIHWrRzlI/AAAAAAAAACg/UY7VOqNWTAo/s200/Gerald_G_Trombone_Silhouette.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I play the trombone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;in my seventh grade band class with my wierd, yet funny band teacher. We've had a series of chair tests in band. The first time we had a chair test, I did a pretty good job. I got second chair, while Mr. 1st Chair got first chair (Hence his name). It was a pretty easy test actually. Well, anyway, this second test came 'round and this is where most of us failed. I practiced THAT ONE SONG for an hour the night before (Procrastination... I hate it...) the test, and Mr. 1st Chair DIDN'T EVEN LOOK AT IT, and he still got a higher chair than me. That time he got second chair, so he's now officially Mr. 2nd Chair, and the new Mr. 1st Chair is one of the baritone players, while I became Miss Third Chair (I'm more important 'cuz I'm the only REAL girl lower brass player, so my name gets to be SPELLED out. My friend Autumn is the other lower brass girl, but she plays the bari sax, which is the next saxophone after tenor) and now we have a new playing test coming up. The test is on the 15th, and Mr. Band Teacher told us to PRACTICE PRACTICE PRACTICE! He also told all of us to look at the song and try playing it on our day off, Groundhogs Day, and Super Bowl Sunday. Not gonna happen. But still, I did manage to practice that song for 20 out of 30 minutes spent practicing my trombone yesterday (Something I should do WAY more often then I do) And after practicing it a couple times, I was as good at it as the other song during the test, so I think I'll do better or this test then the last one. Imagine that. What a little practice and patience can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Patience can't be acquired overnight. It is just like building up a muscle. Every day you need to work on it.- Eknath Easwaran&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-5661828555954487647?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/5661828555954487647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=5661828555954487647' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/5661828555954487647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/5661828555954487647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/02/with-chair-tests-in-band-all-you-need.html' title='With Chair Tests In Band, All You Need Is Patience And Practice'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R6gIHWrRzlI/AAAAAAAAACg/UY7VOqNWTAo/s72-c/Gerald_G_Trombone_Silhouette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-8404427205132096712</id><published>2008-02-05T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:21:55.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Sisters...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;They're NO help AT ALL!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I asked Delaney what I should write about this post, and she said "You're asking me for a promp?" When I ask "What's a promp?" She says "Something you write about." Isn't that a "prompt"? I said "No, what should I write about for THIS POST?" she says "What's a post?" Ugh... No help at all. Well, it doesn't really help that she was reading &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The Cafeteria Lady from the Black Lagoon"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Next time I'll ask Mom.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163372456266812978" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" height="285" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R6f75GrRzjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fQd6RY0qcHc/s400/BlackLagoon.jpg" width="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-8404427205132096712?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/8404427205132096712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=8404427205132096712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/8404427205132096712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/8404427205132096712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/02/little-sisters.html' title='Little Sisters...'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R6f75GrRzjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fQd6RY0qcHc/s72-c/BlackLagoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-9146167450956387351</id><published>2008-02-04T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T17:46:59.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 2 plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;So, I'm thinking really hard about what to write. This is going to go a bit out of order:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Wednesday: How my type 3 field trip (the field trip that students with all A's and B's get to go on every now and then) to the... digipen school of arts(?) went. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Friday: All of the awards/ grades I got for my last quarter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tuesday: Decided at the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Thursday: Decided at the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Saturday: Decided at the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sunday: Decided at the time (AGAIN!!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Well, sounds like a decided at the time week! I can't think of much to write about right now, and I think it would be easier to decide at the time that I have to write it! Well, that's my week for ya. And to everyone reading, my sister is doing cartwheels across the living room and my dog Gracie is watching her interestedly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-9146167450956387351?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/9146167450956387351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=9146167450956387351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/9146167450956387351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/9146167450956387351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/02/week-2-plan.html' title='Week 2 plan'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-971707274875075688</id><published>2008-02-03T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:21:55.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dream Home (This will take a LONG time)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R6WDY2rRzhI/AAAAAAAAACA/C00nyyDoMN0/s1600-h/DreamHouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162677010867277330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R6WDY2rRzhI/AAAAAAAAACA/C00nyyDoMN0/s320/DreamHouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R6WChmrRzgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bwXN-VGyQKE/s1600-h/GiantJewlryBox.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My dream home... Let me think...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Well, I think that it would take a while to explain my ENTIRE dream home, so I'll tell you five rooms of it: Kitchen, Family Room, My Room, The Bathroom, and The Den. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;The Kitchen: This is going to take a while... Ok, I'd love all black appliances. My appliances would include a microwave, a refrigerator, an oven, and what else would a twelve year old who loves to bake need? I don't really know... Which is a little sad seeing as I make cookies 4 times a week to the delight of my cookie dough loving brother and cookie loving parents (Delaney is both) For the walls... tan would work great.and the drawers and shelves and cabinets would be cherry wood. And there would be a GIANT pantry full of all my favorite foods and ENDLESS baking suplies so I'd never have to say "I need more chocolate chips!" again! Oh, and there'd be endless recipes on cakes, brownies, cookies, pies, and... anything else you can bake! There'd be cherry hard-wood floor that matched the drawers and shelves and cabinets, and that is about all I can think of at the moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;The Family Room: Well, I'd have black leather couches, some sort of beige walls, and a T.V. That's not all, silly! I'd have a GIANT window, and it would look out into my GIANT yard, and the T.V. would be REALLY BIG and hang on the wall. I forget what those are called... oh yeah, flat screen! Oh, and there'd be two awesome black leather chairs (I really like black leather) and I'd still have cherry hard-wood floor. There'd be a black rug in the middle of the room, and on the rug there would be a cherry coffee table (I really like cherry wood too) There'd be lots of pretty paintings all around the room too, and a pretty firplace with bricks under the T.V. Doesn't that sound awesome? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;My Room: Ok, this is where things get weird... I'd have a big (not tall, wide) cherry wood bed. It would sit in the middle of my GIANT room. My room would have yellow paint all over it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;(something like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and it would have tons of writing about basically nothing that I wrote on it for no reason. I'd write things like my favorite songs and my friends names and my favorite poems or paragraphs from my favorite books or something like that, and my floors would again be cherry hard wood. I'd have my GIANT JEWLRY BOX that I'm staring at right now. My giant jewlry box is just an UNDIES drawer (and clothes... the first two drawers are for UNDIES) with a mirror on the top that closes and opens and has a place for jewlry in it. I LOVE IT! It's really cool. I'd have a really big walk-in closet with all of the clothes that I LOVE and have or don't have, and it would get the clothes I like whenever I see something I like. I'd have another flat screen, on the wall in front of my bed. I'd have a cool cherry desk facing one of my walls, and it would be REALLY BIG so I'd have enough room for my laptop and my homework and everything else I put in and on my desk. Also, on both sides of my bed, I'd have floating bedside tables with cherry wood. One wall of my room would be entirely bookshelves and there'd be a secret door in the middle that led to my SECRET LIBRARY. And my awesome bathroom which is next. Ok, and my blanket would be a darker yellow comforter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(like this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and I'd have red pillows (my TWO favorite colors, red and yellow) and the sheets under my awesome comforter would be red&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(this color red)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and it would be the most comfortable bed EVER! The lights would be awesome too. Also, any toy or game I want would be in my room! There'd be a corner in my room for practicing my trombone (hasn't happened in a while) and I'd have really big speakers for my music (my room would be soundproof so my parents don't have to listen to it too. Yeah, I'm thinking of you Mom.) well, that's about all I can think of, except for posters of my favorite bands and lots of pictures. Oh and, my room would be in the tower in our REALLY big house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R6WDe2rRziI/AAAAAAAAACI/ukymJv50muI/s1600-h/GiantJewlryBox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162677113946492450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R6WDe2rRziI/AAAAAAAAACI/ukymJv50muI/s320/GiantJewlryBox.jpg" border="0" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Bathroom: Ok, so my personal bathroom would be SOOOOO cool. It would be GIGANTIC, and have a sauna! there'd also be a hot tub. There would be a regular bathroom with a toilet and sink and stuff through a door. The shower would be really cool. It would have like a built in music thing so I can listen to my music while I'm in the shower. The shower itself would be like... Tile... yeah... The bath would be great, like one of those ones where you know, it's like sitting in the middle of the room and there's like steps leading up to it and like it's really square and has the cool overflow thing on the sides and stuff. The walls would be yellow. Same as my room. I would have tile floors, who know's what color, and I'd have a massage chair with a thing for soaking my feet and stuff. Oh, and there would be really nice smelling candles all over the place. Yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;The Den: Well... there'd be a T.V. ... and a couch... and game systems... and video games for the game systems... yeah... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well, that would be five rooms of my dream house! Oh WAIT!!! THE MOST IMPORTANT PART!!! The backyard! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;The Backyard: GINORMOUS!!! There'd be a pool, and tons of flowers that Gracie didn't eat, and she'd play outside ALL THE TIME and the grass would be awesome and there would be a deck with a table and yard chairs and there'd be a hot tub and an outdoor shower and bathroom so you didn't have to go inside and there'd be lots of pool toys and towels and lots of space to run and there'd be a garden and PALM TREES lots of palm trees. :) That basically sums up my dream backyard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, I hope you've enjoyed this five room and backyard *written* tour of what my dream house would be like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doesn't it sound wonderful???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8807847394253003393-971707274875075688?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/971707274875075688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=971707274875075688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/971707274875075688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/971707274875075688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-dream-home-this-will-take-long-time.html' title='My Dream Home (This will take a LONG time)'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R6WDY2rRzhI/AAAAAAAAACA/C00nyyDoMN0/s72-c/DreamHouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-4316057622580356207</id><published>2008-02-02T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:21:56.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Groundhog's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R6Ts0WrRzdI/AAAAAAAAABg/f401UJ0V9Dc/s1600-h/philcloseup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162511457057885650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R6Ts0WrRzdI/AAAAAAAAABg/f401UJ0V9Dc/s320/philcloseup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, Puxsutawney Phil made his appearance around 7:00 this morning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And guess what he predicted? 6 more cold weeks of winter. That is either and "awwwww..." or a "yessssssssss!" In my case, that would be a mixture of the 2. So it would sound like "yawwwwwssssss!..." Well, I do want 6 more weeks of winter because that means *MORE SNOW!!!* I don't want 6 more weeks of winter because that means more time until summer is here. And that means it doesn't get warm for a longer time... And that means I can't ride my bike... But we have *MORE SNOW!!!* and what is better than that? *WARM WEATHER!!!* So I'm kind of in mixed feelings right here, but oh well. At least we know that we have 6 more weeks of winter instead of wondering why it isn't beginning to warm up. Almost all of my friends had no idea today would be Groundhog's Day. Who else didn't know? Well me until yesterday. When did you figure out? My mom didn't know until I told her yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I didn't get up at 7:00 to see Punxsutawney Phil make his prediction, so I had to go figure out what he said. Mom hadn't checked either; She was waiting for me to write this so she could know whether we'd have winter or spring, and I just went up to her and told her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It looks like winter outside. It's still cloudy and people have fires on (In our neighborhood you have a handy little light switch next to your fire that starts it for you. It's a gas fire. Very boring.) I'm no good at guessing what the weather's going to be like, but it doesn't look like it's going to snow. Well, I hope I've informed anyone reading this enough about Punxsutawney Phil's prediction, and I hope we're all at least as happy as I am (yawwwwwwsssssss!...) about his prediction.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's always next year for a different prediction!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/8807847394253003393-4316057622580356207?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/4316057622580356207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=4316057622580356207' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/4316057622580356207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/4316057622580356207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/02/groundhogs-day.html' title='Groundhog&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/R6Ts0WrRzdI/AAAAAAAAABg/f401UJ0V9Dc/s72-c/philcloseup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-787212682244757310</id><published>2008-02-01T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T22:40:03.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Plan (Half) Week 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm being smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I've decided that to make sure I write every day this month, I'm going to plan out everything I'm going to write about per week. So at the beginning of each reward week I'm going to post about what I'm going to write about that week! Smart, right? I know. So this (half) week, this is what I'm going to write about (for the next 2 days):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Groundhogs Day (Which is tomorrow!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;My Dream House (I'm watching Discovery Home, it was the most creative thing I could come up with)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Well, that is what I'm posting about. Just so that you all know... well, I'm kind of spoiling the surprises of posting, but oh well. :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm so smart.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-787212682244757310?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/787212682244757310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=787212682244757310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/787212682244757310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/787212682244757310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/02/post-plan-half-week-1.html' title='Post Plan (Half) Week 1'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807847394253003393.post-838222493499735946</id><published>2008-02-01T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T20:34:37.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This IS MY first post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exclamation point&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this is my first post! Finally, after my mom made her "February Challenge" she let me put up a blog! It had actually been a misunderstanding that I wasn't allowed to... She thought I was asking for a myspace when I was asking for a blog. But now I have a blog, and I'm doing my first post! (Oh, and Mom, I'm in on the "February Challenge") Mom just taught me most of what I need to know about blogging on Blogger. And she also warned me not to block her, which I wouldn't do anyway. Well, I'm kind of stumped on what to say... So I'll say I'm happy to have a blog and to be eligible for the Ferbruary Challenge! What else to say... Well, I'm glad January's over, (Very stressful month... Every single year...) and I hope February's better! That's about all I can think of right now, so I guess I'll try to post something else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exclamation point, this was my first post!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807847394253003393-838222493499735946?l=taylortaytay8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/feeds/838222493499735946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807847394253003393&amp;postID=838222493499735946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/838222493499735946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807847394253003393/posts/default/838222493499735946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylortaytay8.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-is-my-first-post.html' title='This IS MY first post!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15177605657709320768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nILmWDqhSg/STXrhpJd-eI/AAAAAAAAANo/Bd6y4f0otKc/S220/10-29-08_1714.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
