<?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-5885575368357087570</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:21:21.819-07:00</updated><category term='lectures'/><category term='teen brain'/><category term='i know best'/><category term='teen thoughts'/><title type='text'>Girlonasleepdeprivedoveride</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesidoknoweverything.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885575368357087570/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesidoknoweverything.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>FVHS Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00909369226471921066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885575368357087570.post-5150803006122829492</id><published>2008-06-05T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T20:09:55.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leftovers and Other Unpleasantness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever have really unlucky experiences? Friends fighting three to one, and you helping the one who is the outcast? Cell phones not working? Bikes getting STOLEN?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm experiencing these "technical difficulties" now. All of them. And guess what's for dinner? LEFTOVERS!!! This is NOT a good time for leftovers! No time is good for leftovers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Mom here * Pipsqueak, If you had eaten your ravioli and snow peas the first time, I wouldn't have it to serve as leftovers, would I??? You have the power to avoid leftovers - use it! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Well, at least some things in life are great. My science class is going to dissect bullfrogs next Tuesday, I got a hand-me-down bike, and I've been reading 564 page books in two days. So I guess life isn't as bad as I thought it to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;(P.S.- If my friends EL, CM, LP, or are reading this, this is on a public website, so I expect that they will cut it out! I don't like this game of tug-of-war!!! )&lt;/span&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/5885575368357087570-5150803006122829492?l=yesidoknoweverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesidoknoweverything.blogspot.com/feeds/5150803006122829492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5885575368357087570&amp;postID=5150803006122829492' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885575368357087570/posts/default/5150803006122829492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885575368357087570/posts/default/5150803006122829492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesidoknoweverything.blogspot.com/2008/06/leftovers-and-other-unpleasantness.html' title='Leftovers and Other Unpleasantness'/><author><name>FVHS Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00909369226471921066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885575368357087570.post-5455801243270248348</id><published>2008-05-31T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T20:15:45.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenage Life = Chaos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;My teenage life is chaos!!! I have so much homework, tomorrow is a field trip, and my room is a mess! If any teens are reading this, they know what I mean by “chaos”. Maybe even a few grown-ups know what I mean, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And speaking of chaos, I was in charge of two of my little brothers a few minutes ago (maybe a few hours now). At times they can be really annoying to watch. I also don’t like to do what my parents would like sometime. But, if I don’t, I face the consequences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Here are a few of them:&lt;br /&gt;1. Stay out in the backyard forever&lt;br /&gt;2. Write a one thousand word essay on why I should obey my parents&lt;br /&gt;3. Be a servant to one of my sibs or parents&lt;br /&gt;4. Go to bed early&lt;br /&gt;5. Go to bed without dessert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Number five is the most dreadful, I think. I mean, who can live without dessert?&lt;/span&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/5885575368357087570-5455801243270248348?l=yesidoknoweverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesidoknoweverything.blogspot.com/feeds/5455801243270248348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5885575368357087570&amp;postID=5455801243270248348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885575368357087570/posts/default/5455801243270248348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885575368357087570/posts/default/5455801243270248348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesidoknoweverything.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-teenage-life-is-chaos-i-have-so-much.html' title='Teenage Life = Chaos'/><author><name>FVHS Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00909369226471921066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885575368357087570.post-6190843690872155744</id><published>2008-05-27T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T20:15:02.754-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lectures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teen thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i know best'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teen brain'/><title type='text'>I Have a Brain Too!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I have a brain too! AND I think I know more than AT LEAST SIX of my sibs. My only older sister is probably a LITTLE smarter than me because she is one year older. Yes. I have seven siblings. You can read this twice if you want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;My mom and dad are smarter than me, that much is true (although I hate to admit it), but that does NOT mean they have to explain things OVER AND OVER AND OVER again. You know, why don't they just put their lectures into song? If they did, I'd probably listen better (and not do the same thing again, it's getting boring). They treat me like I don't know a thing. To them, I'm the silly little trouble-maker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You know what's silly, though? Just last Sunday I told my sister to quit telling my other sister that she had no cerebrum (sis. 1 was telling sis. 2 that she was stupid). "What's a cerebrum?" They asked. I specifically told them it was the part of the brain that controlled the thinking, balance, language, and movement. Then I told them that there was another part of the brain called the cerebellum that controlled the involuntary muscles. For some reason, they acted like &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; had no cerebrum. How nice of them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5885575368357087570-6190843690872155744?l=yesidoknoweverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesidoknoweverything.blogspot.com/feeds/6190843690872155744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5885575368357087570&amp;postID=6190843690872155744' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885575368357087570/posts/default/6190843690872155744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5885575368357087570/posts/default/6190843690872155744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesidoknoweverything.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-brain-too.html' title='I Have a Brain Too!!!'/><author><name>FVHS Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00909369226471921066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
