<?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-10313434</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:14:38.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say it like you mean it</title><subtitle type='html'>Razors pain you; Rivers are damp; Acids stain you; And drugs cause cramp.  Guns aren't lawful; Nooses give; Gas smells aweful:  You might as well live.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-116956352746753355</id><published>2007-01-23T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T06:45:27.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Becky's Birthday</title><content type='html'>Today is becky's birthday.  She's 18 now!  yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-116956352746753355?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/116956352746753355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=116956352746753355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/116956352746753355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/116956352746753355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2007/01/beckys-birthday.html' title='Becky&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-116585952656343501</id><published>2006-12-11T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T09:52:06.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat Squirrels</title><content type='html'>Mother says I look like crap.  I feel like crap.  Not brown and squishy and stuff but just miserable?  I didn't sleep last night so mom kept me home today.  I slept for five hours this morning and then I woke up.  I cleaned my room, made my bed, did my laundry...now I'm bored.  My mom tells me that I can't take a nap or I wont sleep tonight.:(  I hate the thought of going to school tomorrow and being behind again.  Mother called work and told them she doesn't want me working tomorrow.  So now I feel like I'm not a good worker anymore.  I've never actually called in sick before.  I've gone in sick and had to go home but that's different, isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;Meh I gotta finish the laundry now.&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-116585952656343501?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/116585952656343501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=116585952656343501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/116585952656343501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/116585952656343501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2006/12/fat-squirrels.html' title='Fat Squirrels'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-116171136515744465</id><published>2006-10-24T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T10:36:05.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer lab</title><content type='html'>Here are Hannah and Abby live from the computer lab at WLA.  where the three most gorgeous girls are raising hell.  That's right Becky is here with us!  Becky is having laugh attcks.  Her face is all red (we are remeniscing about our day.   She is so cute. &lt;br /&gt;Abby would like me to say that her bologna has a first name.  its H-O-M-E-R...She also thinks your tractors sexy. &lt;br /&gt;Becky says "my shirt is falling down and i have to keep pulling them up."&lt;br /&gt;Abby:  Becky's falling out... I like big butts and I cannot lie....when Becky walks in with a little bitty waist...You are happy with your body.  Especially with your booty.&lt;br /&gt;Becky:hannahs copying everything we say.&lt;br /&gt;Abby:  *Sings*  No body knows me anyway.  your body is my friend.  It loves me....yesterday*  We're sooo stupid...hungry for banana bread.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-116171136515744465?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/116171136515744465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=116171136515744465&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/116171136515744465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/116171136515744465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2006/10/computer-lab.html' title='Computer lab'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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-10313434.post-116035845199428790</id><published>2006-10-08T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T18:47:32.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>every where i look...</title><content type='html'>I see beautiful people.  :)  Homecoming was this weekend.  It was fun.  I went to three games.  WLA won all of them.  I bought a new belt.  I hung out with my friends.  Ate two of the best caramel apples I have ever had in my life.  Danced for a long time.  Got high on life and sparkling grape juice.  Laughed hysterically for a very long time.  Tried sleeping by a kookoo clock.  Couldn't.  Slept in Mal's bed instead.  slept for not a long time...watched Sabrina(the witch show)  Rented two of the most depressing, longest movies ever.  I need a book to read.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all are well.&lt;br /&gt;-Hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-116035845199428790?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/116035845199428790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=116035845199428790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/116035845199428790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/116035845199428790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2006/10/every-where-i-look.html' title='every where i look...'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-115906610111212313</id><published>2006-09-23T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T19:48:21.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Auntie Hannah</title><content type='html'>Guess What!  My brother, Nate, and his wife, Shree, had a baby girl!  So I am an Auntie!!!!!!!  Okay well...other than the exciting news my life is boring&lt;br /&gt;So hope you all are happy and stuff...see ya later&lt;br /&gt;Hans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-115906610111212313?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/115906610111212313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=115906610111212313&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/115906610111212313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/115906610111212313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2006/09/auntie-hannah.html' title='Auntie Hannah'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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-10313434.post-115631244540327438</id><published>2006-08-22T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T22:54:05.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's back and I cant stand it.</title><content type='html'>School has started in a few hours I will be there for the third day.  Along with the Joy of returning to school my insomnia and some sort of messed up disorder also came back.  I got done working at ten tonight and I just wanted to sleep when I got home.  Its what I looked forward to all day from the moment I woke up.  Now About 20 hours later hear I am.  I should be in the middle of my sleep but everytime I start to sleep I wake up al panicy.  My heart is racing fast for absolutely no reason at all.  I just feel like crying but I say "I can do this...I can get to sleep."  and then it all happens again.  Maybe I should go for a walk or something.  I hate just being awake not being able to sleep.  I should do something.  but its so dark...I cant see anything. &lt;br /&gt;You know last night I stayed at mal's house and i had the best sleep I have had in so long.  I didnt wake up once and when I woke up in the morning I wasnt stiff or sore.  It's sad that i can't sleep In my own house and I sleep better other places.&lt;br /&gt;Im so tired!  Why cant I sleep?  This never happens to my during the summer.  I always get enough sleep and never have problems falling asleep to start with.  Why does school hate me so much?&lt;br /&gt;Mr tom just came in the office and asked "cant sleep?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "no."&lt;br /&gt;tom:  "why not?"&lt;br /&gt;me:  "like I know.  I just want to sleep but i cant." &lt;br /&gt;I think im going to go outside for a while now.&lt;br /&gt;h&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-115631244540327438?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/115631244540327438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=115631244540327438&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/115631244540327438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/115631244540327438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-back-and-i-cant-stand-it.html' title='It&apos;s back and I cant stand it.'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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-10313434.post-115544619512644515</id><published>2006-08-12T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T22:16:35.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow I missed it!</title><content type='html'>^^my summer is gone! what happened to all of it?  I did like five fui things with friends and I worked the rest.  Now All i feel like i did was work.  I dont want to go back to school!  Its like a jail.  Everyone wears the same thing cuz you know how we all shop at the same stupid store.  The classrooms are like our jail cells and their doors are gaurded by what frightens us most.  haha im lame school isnt bad...i just dont want to go back....&lt;br /&gt;Well tonight i went to culvs with my friend jake and we talked and stuff and ate ice cream...it was enjoyable...we shall do it again some day yep&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;h&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-115544619512644515?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/115544619512644515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=115544619512644515&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/115544619512644515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/115544619512644515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2006/08/wow-i-missed-it.html' title='wow I missed it!'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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-10313434.post-115180923543358810</id><published>2006-07-01T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T20:00:35.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st of july!</title><content type='html'>Well that was a very long and tiring day of work.  Almost 12 hours!!!  anyways.  Im  exhausted and my feet hurt.  Like they actually hurt.  they are throbbing with pain.  But it makes you appreciate those times you get to sit down.  So there are fireworks in wautoma right now.  We never actually have them on the 4th of july i dont think.  Its kinda weird.  I didnt go cuz i felt like taking a shower.  But last year i went with keith and Jess and it was loads of fun.  well i just wanted to say hello and i love you and miss you&lt;br /&gt;-h&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-115180923543358810?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/115180923543358810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=115180923543358810&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/115180923543358810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/115180923543358810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2006/07/1st-of-july.html' title='1st of july!'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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-10313434.post-114991281237322242</id><published>2006-06-09T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T21:13:32.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>????</title><content type='html'>Whats Happening?  Why am I all the sudden hit with this feeling of aloneness and boringness?  I am not supposed to run out of things to do this early!  Well thats not true.  I havent run out of things to do.  Just the motivation and willingness to do them.  Oh here's something  amazing:  On Wed. I mowed part of camp for 4 hours.  So when you come and you wonder who cut all this grass...think of me.  But the truely amazing part is:  No one asked me to mow.  I just did it.  And it was fun.  Excpet sometimes the wind would blow at unfortunate moments and grass and dirt would fly in my face.  Or some large disgusting insect would land on me and try to bite me.  Or they would fly in my hair and try to get me to fall off the mower and run myself over with it...although that is quite impossible cuz once yer butt leaves the seat it stops running...I know too cuz I would like barely stand to fix my shorts and the thing would practically die and then i would remember and quickly sit back down.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so...  next week i work everyday except for tuesday so woohoo!  so I wore a hat at work yesterday.  Christianos got new red hats as opposed to the white ones we used to have.  So I grabbed one well actually jenny grabbed one and I put it on for maybe twenty minutes before it was just too hot.  Sorry Im a pansy...&lt;br /&gt;im off to be bored some more...call me if you want...if you have my number...if you love me...at all...&lt;br /&gt;h&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-114991281237322242?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/114991281237322242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=114991281237322242&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114991281237322242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114991281237322242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title='????'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-114896026484760445</id><published>2006-05-29T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T20:37:44.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first day of summer vaca</title><content type='html'>^^I was going to go to a parade in wautoma but i missed both of them cuz i like sleep.  Then i showered and watched a movie with kristen.  Then I was going to go swimming but i went fishing instead.  Not to catch anything though.  if i would have cought something I would have freaked out cuz im not good at taking them off the hook.  i just went to get a tan and look at the fish that try to eat my green sprakly rubber worm cuz they were prety funny.  I did catch some seeweed though.  I threw it back of course.  It wasnt big enough to keep.  After fishing I went to work..  Reuben and Jenny tried to get me to close for one of them but i didnt want to so i left at 8.  then I took my movie back and went home...ran for awhile.  sweat like a pig...took a shower...watched yes dear and chatted it up with some people.&lt;br /&gt;hope your summer is great&lt;br /&gt;-h&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-114896026484760445?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/114896026484760445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=114896026484760445&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114896026484760445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114896026484760445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2006/05/first-day-of-summer-vaca.html' title='first day of summer vaca'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-114883099118281055</id><published>2006-05-28T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T08:43:11.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No more</title><content type='html'>^^it's over!!!  Summer is finally here!  WOOHOO!  Now I just get to work all the time...At least ill have money.  Which is good you know for road trips and going to college and stuff.  So yeah...I only have one year left!!  Ah thats kinda scary.  Well hopefully i figure out what I want to do.  Well Have a summer!&lt;br /&gt;-h&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-114883099118281055?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/114883099118281055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=114883099118281055&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114883099118281055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114883099118281055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-more.html' title='No more'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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-10313434.post-114850720138531941</id><published>2006-05-24T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T14:46:41.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 classes.  two days.</title><content type='html'>So last night I went to my very first softball game.  Or the first one that i actually watched.  There was one point when I was like "they can do that?"  And Lisa's response was "it's called stealing a base"  I was like "OHHH!"  Then kanda turned around and was like "was that hannah?"  and then she shook her head at me.  I felt dumb but hey i just never really got into softball or baseball. &lt;br /&gt;So yeah I thought I failed my English exam but i got an 80%.  Not bad.  Well just have to see how i did on my Geometry now.  Hopefully I still have an A but its doubtful. &lt;br /&gt;After school today I got my fishing license and Im going to go fishing later woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and to Tyler S.  If you tip me well I shall still get you your dews.&lt;br /&gt;-h&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-114850720138531941?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/114850720138531941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=114850720138531941&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114850720138531941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114850720138531941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2006/05/5-classes-two-days.html' title='5 classes.  two days.'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-114834221459615244</id><published>2006-05-22T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T16:56:54.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>four days</title><content type='html'>^^theyre not even full days either!!!  I cant wait for you summer!!!  Um well not really much going on in Hannah land.  I went to a movie.  The davinci code.  Nice adventure.  Wish I could understand all of it.  Yep.  Then I went home and watched a movie.  Summer is coming!! &lt;br /&gt;For all you camp people out there, im not doing jr staff this year cuz well i live here and its just to weird for me.  but nobody cares anyways.  i dont think people read this anymore.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;-h&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-114834221459615244?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/114834221459615244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=114834221459615244&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114834221459615244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114834221459615244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2006/05/four-days.html' title='four days'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-114758325214477937</id><published>2006-05-13T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T22:07:32.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the count down</title><content type='html'>ten more full days of school.  So depressing.  It should just be done. &lt;br /&gt;Life has been good this past week.  I was happy and cheerful all week long.  Just in a good mood for some reason though according to the conditions i was living in i should have been exhausted(which i was but i ignored it), sad, angry, depressed and unhappy things but i wasnt and i loved it.  I shall always be in a good mood.  It just makes everything so much better.  I shall be optimistic.  I wont be grumpy.  When the road gets bumpy, ill just smile and be happy.  Sounds like a super plan to me.&lt;br /&gt;sad story.  Im a cat killer.  Last night i was driving home and two cats ran in front of me.  They were too close and tried running really fast and sad to say i think only one of them made it.  I felt aweful.  if felt like balling.  I killed a cute cat.  But this afternoon i drove past the spot and i didnt see it so i say that i didnt kill it at all and he and his mate are out there frolicking in the rainy meadows of wautoma country.  Yep.  I did not kill that cat. &lt;br /&gt;-h&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-114758325214477937?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/114758325214477937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=114758325214477937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114758325214477937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114758325214477937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2006/05/count-down.html' title='the count down'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-114707143135986581</id><published>2006-05-07T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T23:57:11.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock a bye baby....</title><content type='html'>So on saturday I worked from 11 am to 10 pm with no breaks.  I was dead tired and ready to collapse by the time I got home.  So that night I slept from about 12 to 11 and then all day I did my homework and stuff.  Now it is 2 am on monday and I have been laying in my bed for the past 3 hours trying to sleep but finding it impossible.  Why does my body hate me so much?  Its okay though cuz i only have three weeks left of this and then I can sleep until noon everyday. &lt;br /&gt;My eyes are so tired but like my body and my mind just arent ready yet.  Compared to everyday ive lived for the last 8 or 9 months this day was just too short.  Im not used to this sleeping half the day away and then having to get up so fricken early the next day.&lt;br /&gt;today is going to be a bad day too.  I can feel it.  I have an English test, Geography quiz...lots of frustrating stuff.  maybe in study hall ill take a nap.  and then at lunch.  and then on the way home.  and then when i get home. Then i just wont wake up at all.&lt;br /&gt;So today i watched this movie and there was this strange kid and once in a while he would say something really weird.  like there was once when he said that sometimes poop tastes like candy and i was like what the heck?  and then later he said some other really weird thing.&lt;br /&gt;well im going to go find something else to do now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-114707143135986581?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/114707143135986581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=114707143135986581&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114707143135986581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114707143135986581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2006/05/rock-bye-baby.html' title='Rock a bye baby....'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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-10313434.post-114670707823973304</id><published>2006-05-03T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T18:44:38.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long time...no update</title><content type='html'>Nothing really new...umm i saw a turkey in our yard today(nothing special) but for some reason i felt the need to point it out.  So i was like "Turkey"  and then my mom looks out the window and by this time you cant see it cuz its behind a tree and then I just couldn't see it for a while and my mom thought I was hallucinating.  But then i saw it again and i said "aha there it is."  and my mom didnt see it but when she spotted my turkey she was like "thats not a turkey, thats a squirrel"... i looked at her very questionably and waited for her to realize that it was not a squirrel.  honestly...how does one mistake a large bird for a little furry fluffy animal?  very very strange.&lt;br /&gt;Im very sick of school. luckily i only have 17 school days left and three weekends.  Thats not much but with the way teachers are youd think they believe they can teach us more.  Like they can sqeeze one or two more chapters of something in.  Fat chance.  Im done learning.  BUT  I must say i have very good guessing skills.  yesterday i took a chemistry quiz that i did not study for and that i had not been there to learn from the previous week(my hooky day:D) but i somehow managed to get a 26 out of 25...not to brag but its pretty cool id say. &lt;br /&gt;terminated&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-114670707823973304?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/114670707823973304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=114670707823973304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114670707823973304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114670707823973304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2006/05/long-timeno-update.html' title='long time...no update'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-114452540062159856</id><published>2006-04-08T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T12:43:20.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Star spangled spanner</title><content type='html'>^^that is what i said when liz and i were at Pizza Hut after taking the ACTs.  which by the way are retarded.  first test was good.  second test was okay but i just filled in random blanks cuz i ran out of time.  third test was bad.  im bad at reading things about science and stuff so i filled in a lot of random ones.  science was the worst.  i was dead tired by then.  i only had about 4 hours of sleep and had already been awake for about 6 hours.  so yeah im pretty much going to have to retake it if i got a bad score.  next time I will take it closer to home and I will get eight hours of sleep the night before and i will eat breakfast.  anyways after the tests i realized that liz was still writing the essay.  i went out to the car.  it was so warm from the sun.  i loved it.  so then i called mrs brown and we talked for a while then i talked to abby and then i talked to becca then liz came out and we went to pizza hut. &lt;br /&gt;i said something about how i had the star spangled banner in my ead at school but i said spanner instead of banner and then a while later liz was like "i have the star spangled spanner in my head now too"  and i laughed cuz it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;tonight i am hanging with my fam.  nate and shree bear are here to celebrate the birth of someweird specimen.  then im going bowling with reubs. &lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i might go to appleton with becca and then a movie with reuby.&lt;br /&gt;yeah my life is exciting.&lt;br /&gt;Jared, i love you.&lt;br /&gt;-h&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-114452540062159856?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/114452540062159856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=114452540062159856&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114452540062159856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114452540062159856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2006/04/star-spangled-spanner.html' title='Star spangled spanner'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-114419062738243330</id><published>2006-04-04T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T15:43:47.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know how I did it but I got through the day with around 4 hours of sleep and I even got everything done that needed doing.  So I just did my home work and now im going to eat some toast and go to sleep.  Im so lame but Im so tired too.&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;br /&gt;-h&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-114419062738243330?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/114419062738243330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=114419062738243330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114419062738243330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114419062738243330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-dont-know-how-i-did-it-but-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-114412627076703421</id><published>2006-04-03T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T21:51:10.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate school</title><content type='html'>It's one of those nights where I can't sleep no matter how hard I try.  I just want to sleep!!  I don't want to be awake.  I want to sleep and I don't want to wake up for a week. &lt;br /&gt;Okay i guess Ill talk about my day.  I woke up.  found myself on a bus almost two hours later.  tried to sleep but failed greatly.  Got to school.  Was tired all day.  Wanted to not be there.  left.  Tried to sleep on bus.  failed.  Drove home.  Went to sleep for two hours when i go home(that might be why I cant sleep now.)  woke up.  ate.  worked on geography report that I am going to get a bad grade on cuz im pretty sure I just made most of it up as I went.  whatever i did good for most of this semester.  tried to sleep for an hour.  failed.  yep&lt;br /&gt;And im freaking cuz i need sleep and Im not going to get enough this week and then I have ACT test saturday morning.  Sobs.  Maybe I just wont go to college...&lt;br /&gt;-h&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-114412627076703421?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/114412627076703421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=114412627076703421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114412627076703421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114412627076703421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-hate-school.html' title='I hate school'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-114333583624686868</id><published>2006-03-25T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T17:17:16.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am bored out of my mind</title><content type='html'>I was all excited that I had the whole weekend off of work, but there is nothing to do!!!  It's crazy but I really wish I was there.  Instead though I am at home and irriatated.  I just woke up from a long nap and I still have the headache I was trying to kill.  Grrr.  Stupid Spring and your stupid allergy bringing.  I can't wait until summer.  Hopefully I will still have days off and since it will be warm outside I can be bored in the lake. &lt;br /&gt;okay change in pace...Today before I took my fricken long nap, I went to town with Mr. Mom and I got paint to paint my bath room, a small shamrock shake(mmmm), and a movie that I dont feel like watching right now.  So tonight I am going to clean my bathroom and then tomorrow I shall paint it.  I wanted to redo my bathroom though and get new tiles and stuff but Mr. Mom was like ahh thats expensive so I guess that won't happen. okay well ive gotta take some stuff for my head before I explode.&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;-h&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-114333583624686868?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/114333583624686868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=114333583624686868&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114333583624686868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114333583624686868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-bored-out-of-my-mind.html' title='I am bored out of my mind'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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-10313434.post-114313487276137053</id><published>2006-03-23T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T09:27:52.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ich liebe es</title><content type='html'>Spring break is here and im loving it!  No school.  No being trapped in the same building with people I cant stand.  No homework...except for that repport that I gotta do.  Lots and lots of sleep.  woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;Oh im going to stevens point with Emily to check out the college.  I hope its nice cuz thats where im leaning towrads for college.  Close to home and such.  but i dont know.  Maybe it wont be what i want.  Okay im off to church now.&lt;br /&gt;-h&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-114313487276137053?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/114313487276137053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=114313487276137053&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114313487276137053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114313487276137053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2006/03/ich-liebe-es.html' title='ich liebe es'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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-10313434.post-114281219263654366</id><published>2006-03-19T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T16:00:43.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>evelyn</title><content type='html'>^^the old woman across the street from work.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday she ordered a chicken sandwich. Someone was supposed to walk it over to her house but no body wanted to. They all said he house smelled like mothballs and stuff.  Since everyone was freaking out about going over there I was like "ill do it".  I kind of felt like Frodo in Lord of the Rings when he voluteered to take the ring to Mordor.  So, Rhiannon and Amanda were giving me all these tips for when I would go over there.  They said she would probably try to give me some newspapers and I should just take them and she might offer me some old food and that I should just take that too but not eat it and then throw it away when i got back. &lt;br /&gt;I walked over to her house and then i gave her her sandwhich and she gave me a bag of newspapers.  Then she was like "are you new?"  and then she started telling me about how she used to walk over there and now she cant cuz if people see he they will take away her medicare.  yep crazy woman.  she talked to me for like three minutes.  it seemed much longer but eh.  eventually I made it out the door and rhiannon hugged me when I got back.&lt;br /&gt;yep...that was the most exciting thing about saturday.&lt;br /&gt;sunday is just a bore.&lt;br /&gt;-h&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-114281219263654366?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/114281219263654366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=114281219263654366&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114281219263654366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114281219263654366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2006/03/evelyn.html' title='evelyn'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-114221732889813271</id><published>2006-03-12T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T18:35:28.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="canttake"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't Take My Eyes Off of You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;Can't take my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;You'd be like heaven to touch&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you so much&lt;br /&gt;At long last love has arrived&lt;br /&gt;And I thank God I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;You're just too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;Can't take my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon the way that I stare&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing else to compare&lt;br /&gt;The sight of you makes me weak&lt;br /&gt;There are no words left to speak&lt;br /&gt;But if you feel like I feel&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know that it's real&lt;br /&gt;You're just too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't take my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby and if it's quite alright&lt;br /&gt;I need you baby to warm a lonely night&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby trust in me when I say&lt;br /&gt;Oh pretty baby don't bring me down I pray&lt;br /&gt;Oh pretty baby now that I've found you, stay&lt;br /&gt;and let me love you baby, let me love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-h&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-114221732889813271?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/114221732889813271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=114221732889813271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114221732889813271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114221732889813271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2006/03/cant-take-my-eyes-off-of-you-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-114169055631701845</id><published>2006-03-06T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T16:15:56.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegetables</title><content type='html'>^^the root of evil.  All the bad things that happened to me today I blame only on Mrs. Westphal and her GROSS vegetables.  Seriously, I was ready to throw up and it wasn't even near my mouth.  Does she not undertsand that I loathe veggies?  Well, not all of them, but the ones she tries to force feed me.  I dipped my chip in the salsa so I barely had any on it and then I did the same thing with the quacomole, but she was like "I can't see anything on your chip."  Then she takes a fork and puts this huge Glop of the vomit on my chip and she wanted me to eat it.  It was like throw up in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Since I had a pretty tiring day trying not to throw up I decided that I would take a nap on the bus.  Let me tell you,  it is not comfortable at all.  The seat is hard and it hurts my butt.  Anyways, I put my pillow against the window and cranked up TSL and snuggled down until my butt didnt hurt so much.  I think I slept for at least half an hour and when we got to princeton I woke up.  My butt was &lt;em&gt;killing &lt;/em&gt;me and my neck hurt like hell from being twisted and stuff.  So I got off the bus and walked to my van not realizing I was missing the most important thing(my purse)  So I went inside Raasch's and called my dad.  I waited for half an hour watching Opera and talking to Sarah's mom about famous people and some science christainity thing and how Tom Cruise is wack.  I ate Famous Amos and drank water and Becca Brown shows up with my purse.  What a doll!  I love her so much. &lt;br /&gt;My dad showed up and I was like "Hey, I found my purse"  Off to Wautoma, Middle of Nowhere. &lt;br /&gt;Here I am now.  Have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;Hans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-114169055631701845?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/114169055631701845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=114169055631701845&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114169055631701845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114169055631701845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2006/03/vegetables.html' title='Vegetables'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-114161767926812082</id><published>2006-03-05T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T20:01:19.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-114161767926812082?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/114161767926812082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=114161767926812082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114161767926812082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114161767926812082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2006/03/snow.html' title='snow'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-114109475633698191</id><published>2006-02-27T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T18:45:56.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is my lobster?</title><content type='html'>Hey so life today was a bore.  I sat for 6 hours listening to a guy talk to me about ACT test stuff.  It was hard to pay attention at all.  I remember only the first three hours. &lt;br /&gt;I saw eight below last night with my friend Lisa Hjelle and it was really good.  yep. &lt;br /&gt;I should do my english.&lt;br /&gt;-h&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-114109475633698191?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/114109475633698191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=114109475633698191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114109475633698191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114109475633698191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2006/02/where-is-my-lobster.html' title='Where is my lobster?'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-114066515692320499</id><published>2006-02-22T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T19:25:56.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock</title><content type='html'>I went to the community church's youth group thing and they had this one qustion thing and I was amazed at the stories the teens thought of to support them.  I was trying to remember what I learned in religion class but i couldnt think of it.  I think that my christian school is stomping out the way i think.  None of those people go to WLA or some other school like it and they all had answers right off the top of their head.  While I believe there is only one answer because pastor wright or some one only gave me that one example.  People find different meanings in God's word!  Don't make me think the way you do!&lt;br /&gt;-h&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-114066515692320499?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/114066515692320499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=114066515692320499&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114066515692320499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114066515692320499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2006/02/rock.html' title='Rock'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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-10313434.post-114036859304092526</id><published>2006-02-19T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T09:03:13.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Getting Married</title><content type='html'>Last night I was working and Larry told me to go to the wedding that I was supposed to be at.  So I went home put on some nicer clothes a spray of perfume so i didn't smell like pizza, and i drove to the wedding reception.  I missed the food and got there when nothing was happening.  Later on they had all the single women go out there...obviously i was forced onto the dance floor.  I didnt know any one though so i felt really dumb.  i stood on the far right all by myself and then when Megan turned around it just came to me since i was the only one there.  I was like oh no.  The flowers hit the ceiling though and it gave them a weird spin and they cut my pinky so I started bleeding.  Its like my curse.  i end up cutting my pinky every saturday.  If not by a knife then flowers.  yeah ...so after the dance with the guy who caught the garter(sp?)  I left because I was embarassed and my finger hurt a little.  So I said congrats to Meg and Jake and then I left.  I was going to go home but it was still early so i went back to Christianos to show amanda my flowers. &lt;br /&gt;She was all giddy and stuff.  Chris was going to go on a delivery and i was like "chris i cant believe you.  You didnt invite me."  So i went with him to the americinn and then we got a movie.  then I went home cuz i was bored and tired.  so that was my fun filled saturday.  Woohoo&lt;br /&gt;h&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-114036859304092526?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/114036859304092526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=114036859304092526&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114036859304092526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114036859304092526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-getting-married.html' title='Im Getting Married'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-114012351339111427</id><published>2006-02-16T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T12:58:33.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow day!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey so I have a snow day today.  Can't get out of my drive way.  Which makes me sad cuz I was going to visit Chris over lunch.  And I can't go to work and now that I can't go I'm kind of sad.  But at least I'll be safe at home.  Maybe we won't even have school tomorrow.  Maybe it'll just keep snowing.  Come On, SNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so Otte, I just took yer quiz and i failed but now I feel compelled to make one for me.  so do what otte made me do and write the answers in your comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz for you:&lt;br /&gt;1.  What instrument do I play?&lt;br /&gt;2.  what's my middle name?&lt;br /&gt;3.  what's my favorite movie?&lt;br /&gt;4.  would I rather hang out with my friends or makeout with a hot guy?&lt;br /&gt;5.  do i like celery?&lt;br /&gt;6.  Who do I call when I am bored?&lt;br /&gt;7.  Do i like spending money?&lt;br /&gt;8.  Do i lik my school?&lt;br /&gt;9.  What's my favorite season&lt;br /&gt;10.  Do i like you?&lt;br /&gt;11.  Do i look like a famous person?&lt;br /&gt;12.  Would you date me?&lt;br /&gt;13.  Whats my favorite tv show(still on air)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i realize that those are dumb questions but im lame and uncreative.  You should read my english story.  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-114012351339111427?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/114012351339111427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=114012351339111427&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114012351339111427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114012351339111427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2006/02/snow-day.html' title='Snow day!!!'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-114005382030885178</id><published>2006-02-15T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T17:37:00.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey so... I was going to work tonight but i dont feel like it so Max is working for me.  Tomorrow I am not going to school.  I refuse to go to school.  They will just have to see me on Friday.  I know it must be hard on all my beloved teachers, especially the English one but what you gonna do? Nothing.  that's right. Im just all over the place tonight.&lt;br /&gt;first, lemme tell you how school is going...I hate school. I would very much like not to have to go.  Ever again.&lt;br /&gt;Work:  Alright thought about quiting but then remembered that i live my job and i just had a bad day.  Dan said that I can be a waitress though so yay!  Im gunna be a waitress!!!  when that happens...Im gonna be the best waitress ever.  I worked for an hour tonight and then i made myself a beef sandwich.   Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;love:  HA&lt;br /&gt;Friends:  I love them all.  They are so great.  I love you friends&lt;br /&gt;Jesus:Always there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-114005382030885178?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/114005382030885178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=114005382030885178&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114005382030885178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/114005382030885178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2006/02/hey-so.html' title=''/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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-10313434.post-113997870458671236</id><published>2006-02-14T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T20:45:04.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can turn your gray skies blue</title><content type='html'>I hate valentines day.  I tried to pretend like i liked it but i hate it.  I hate work.  I am glad josiah broke up with me.&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to chris or someone and i told them how i was dumped by my stalker.  I gave him a brownie and he said he would make me a heart pizza.  He cut my heart into two pieces so it was a broken heart.  I thought it was rather depressing cuz kyle gave me a bleeding heart, my boyfriend dumped me, annnnd chris gave me a broken heart. Chris pointed out that  josiah was my stalker and not my boyfriend but he was the only guy who actually liked me.  Yeah, it wasnt any of the guys i would have liked it to be but ya know.  Anyways i am dead tired and i have to write a story in the morning asnd do geograpy, german, and chemistry.  Man i hate valentines day.&lt;br /&gt;h&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-113997870458671236?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/113997870458671236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=113997870458671236&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/113997870458671236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/113997870458671236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-can-turn-your-gray-skies-blue.html' title='I can turn your gray skies blue'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-113872434451618446</id><published>2006-01-31T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T08:19:04.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey so...Im in my geometry calss right now.  well not really.  Im supposed to be but i got kicked 0ut because of my insomnia.  Long story but im not in any trouble.  I stayed at laura's house last night and I didnt fall asleep until 1200 not too bad but i was laying there for a little over an hour.  Laura and I took crazy pictures of ourselves and i showed her how to look like a rocker.  what a fruit.  She looked pretty good though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have cookie crumbs all over my shirt because mr bilitz gave me some crumbly cookies.  mmmmm.  what a nice guy.  Okay so I dont really have much else to talk about so Happy birthday people.  Ahh gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;hbk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-113872434451618446?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/113872434451618446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=113872434451618446&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/113872434451618446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/113872434451618446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2006/01/hey-so.html' title=''/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-113823475516606205</id><published>2006-01-25T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T16:19:15.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>im high as a kite</title><content type='html'>Hey.  So im sorry Emily Waldorf that i didnt go to yer party but i forgot all about it until that week and i was sceduled fer work so ya know...  Anyways wish i coulda been there and stuff.  lemme know when you wanna hangout.  give me a call.&lt;br /&gt;oh for all you people put there who i like dont talk to on a daily basis i wanted to inform you that i attract strange men.  yep.  AND they never leave me alone.  Paul told me that i made Josiah sad because he realized nothing was going to happen.  He told me I was rude and cruel.  I told him im the HBK, heart break kid.  Yeah and dont you forget it.&lt;br /&gt;umm i left my geography at school so im screwed.  yep.  maybe ill call mr kerr or something.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yess another thing.  I am a very bad bowler.  yep.  but dont worry.  Ill get better someday.  well see ya.&lt;br /&gt;HBK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-113823475516606205?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/113823475516606205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=113823475516606205&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/113823475516606205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/113823475516606205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-high-as-kite.html' title='im high as a kite'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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-10313434.post-113643138204070415</id><published>2006-01-04T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T19:23:02.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're in Sample</title><content type='html'>^I think that is from friends and I just thought it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year isnt so bad.  I guess I dont like school...but I've noticed that nobody does.  Yeah well I have exams this week.  so hopefully I pass all these classes some how.  Im not too worried.  OO I made and L for my friend laura today in woods class and then I made an M to go on the line part of the L if you know what I mean?  okay well my geometry is calling me...much love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-113643138204070415?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/113643138204070415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=113643138204070415&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/113643138204070415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/113643138204070415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2006/01/youre-in-sample.html' title='You&apos;re in Sample'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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-10313434.post-113614189236629756</id><published>2006-01-01T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T10:58:27.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This year sucks. I can feel it already. But HEY I got a raise. So yay for that. Work is making my life fall apart though. Totally ruined my new year's plans. Grr. I worked 22 hours in the past two days. My feet hurt and im tired. last night I was supposed to leave so I could go to em's house and party but no i didnt leave until 9 30 and i was exhausted. so i went home and ate preztels and chocolate things while watching friends and gone with the wind. i slept shortly after midnight and half an hour later I was like " AHH Im sleeping what IS that noise?" then i realized my phone was ringing and i couldnt find it so the person left a message. Then I tried to sleep again but mr tom was snoring loudly so then I called the person and it was kyle. he was all happy and awake and i was not...but now i must go and sleep some more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-113614189236629756?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/113614189236629756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=113614189236629756&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/113614189236629756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/113614189236629756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-year-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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-10313434.post-113540055695586978</id><published>2005-12-23T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T21:02:36.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love christmas vacation</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was so much fun. I felt like I was back in grade school! It was great. Liz, abby, Becca, and I watched Grind. Peter watched it too and he kept yelling at us cuz we were loud. But seriously... Eric is just so sexy... How could we not swoon? Hahaha and then after that we played hide and seek. I had one good spot and nobody found me so i knocked on the wall... Yep I am that good. It was way fun. LIz and I were in the kitchen and I was like "Hey Liz, Can't touch this!" And started dancing then we ran around the table and I stabbed her with a really sharp knife and blood was going everywhere. Oh i felt so bad. No, that didnt happen at all...I used wrapping paper to sheild myself from her but she tagged me anyways. Then we started playing tag. way fun. We ran all around the house and screamed and slammed doors in people's faces. Becca said i would be good in a horror movie because I was hiding in the office and she was just standing there and then I peaked at her and she like knew I was there. it was really freaky. but I was like are you it? and he gave me this look and she was like not anymore  and then becca says my eyes got really big and I screamed and she tagged me.  Then I collapsed.  It was soo much fun.  I went out side and threw snow balls at peter and the windows too then.  Oh my bob I love christmas.  Anyways then I put madagascar in and we danced around for a while.  then we did some other thing... then we watched mamdagascar and I went to sleep...  Now tomorrow I get to see my family.  Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all Merry Christmas...  Frohliche Weihnachten!&lt;br /&gt;hans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-113540055695586978?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/113540055695586978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=113540055695586978&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/113540055695586978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/113540055695586978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-love-christmas-vacation_113540055695586978.html' title='I love christmas vacation'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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-10313434.post-113392370034652135</id><published>2005-12-06T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T18:48:20.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey my 100th post!</title><content type='html'>So tomorrow I am going shopping with Austin.  Beside my Brother I dont think I have ever gone shopping with a guy.  Oh well I guess I went with Kyle and Logan once...Okay I lied There was Tom and the other Logan too.  But those times there were other females there.  This time I will be the only girl.  It's quite exciting.  I AM NOT GOING TO BUY ANYTHING FOR ME!!!  I just gotta tell myself that.  yep...  I have something for tom and nancy and ahnsharee  already.  Now i just gotta get nathan his present and all my neighbors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah left me another present in my locker.  He heard me quote this show I used to watch(big mistake on my part)  and he flipped out trying to talk to me about this and how I should read the books.  I just stared at him stupidly like I had no idea what the hoot he was talking about and he went on in his werid voice and I was like Bye.  then left.  This morning I opened my locker and he had left books from redwall in there.  I kindly returned them and explained that I do not have time to read.  I mean it was not a lie.   I am currently reading a series...work is crazy...school is crazy...devil woman is making me read a stupid historical fiction...  So I honestly did not feel bad.  Okay but I am heading out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-113392370034652135?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/113392370034652135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=113392370034652135&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/113392370034652135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/113392370034652135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/12/hey-my-100th-post.html' title='Hey my 100th post!'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-113341067725800371</id><published>2005-11-30T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T20:17:57.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Umm Hi...</title><content type='html'>My legs hurt from standing all night.  Im tired.  I am happy though that I dont have to work on saturday and I can go to LITs.  So yay.  HI laura!!!  I love you!!!  bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-113341067725800371?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/113341067725800371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=113341067725800371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/113341067725800371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/113341067725800371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/11/umm-hi.html' title='Umm Hi...'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-113332536638219428</id><published>2005-11-29T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T20:36:06.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>because you told me to...</title><content type='html'>1.Reply with your name and I will write something random about you.&lt;br /&gt;2. I will then tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;3. I will pick a food that reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;4. I will say something that only makes sense to you and me.&lt;br /&gt;5. I will tell you my first memory of you.&lt;br /&gt;6. I will tell you what color you remind me of.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'll then ask you something that I've always wondered about you.&lt;br /&gt;8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah Klusmeyer&lt;br /&gt;1. I love your brother&lt;br /&gt;2. song/movie-something by reliant k/italian job&lt;br /&gt;3. food-honey dew&lt;br /&gt;4. uh...curfew?&lt;br /&gt;5. first memory-oh man..idk...when you and your friend tipped a canoe on the lake&lt;br /&gt;6. brown&lt;br /&gt;7. what lengths would you go to if it meant not living at camp 24/7?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To answer yer question I would go to college.  Thats about as much as I would do.  Or I would get an apartment in a big city...like on friends... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-113332536638219428?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/113332536638219428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=113332536638219428&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/113332536638219428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/113332536638219428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/11/because-you-told-me-to.html' title='because you told me to...'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-113316052448388077</id><published>2005-11-28T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T22:48:44.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really need to fall asleep like right now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;^^For the past two hours I have been trying to sleep but it's just not working for me.  I dont get it.  When I come close to slumber, I wake up with my heart beating real fast and my head hurts a whole bunch.  Then I think about driving to school in the morning and how I won't have enough energy to stay awake but Mr. Tom was like "Yer car needs to get to Fond du Lac."  I don't want to crash again!!  And I surly will if I DONT GET SLEEP!!!  I thought about taking pills but its too late now... I thought about watching Friends but that will only get to interesting.  So I decided to blog and hopefully everything will get better.  But so far I have had no such luck.  AH  Grrr.  I am so tired.  Why can't I sleep?  I am actually quite frustrated right now.  What a bad start to my week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello Mallery.  I am sorry I didn't have much time to talk online earlier.  I was just trying to figure something out quickely and my computer was making me mad.  Did you notice that I used punctuation on this post.  And least I hope I did it correctly.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okay well I am going to attempt at sleep once more...otherwise I might just skip the first few blocks...hopefully...I certainly don't want to die on my way to school now.  Do I?  naw.  I still have to go to all those places...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-113316052448388077?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/113316052448388077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=113316052448388077&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/113316052448388077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/113316052448388077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-really-need-to-fall-asleep-like.html' title='I really need to fall asleep like right now'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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-10313434.post-113323904315204670</id><published>2005-11-28T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T20:37:23.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>who needs an ear anyways...</title><content type='html'>This is a quote from my dear friend Laura Marshall.  I was singin g a song to her and she said that i was so aweful that her ears would fall off...but meh...who need ears?  Okay well thats not true...but it is something that laura said.  common seriously guys...ME  a bad singer???  What EVER.  Oh my bob.  this night was so much fun.  Laura and I were looking at pictures from her childhood and i saw some prettty darn good ones of ? and it was hilarious.  HAHA  Oh so im reading this book and one of the chracters initials spell HAHA  I find it funny.  Like the haha funny.  So laura and I were eating red vines*hem* let me clarify...LAURA ate the whole bag while I had like three.  So then we worked it off during our sexy walk which we learned on the dance busting carb workout movie thing.  So much fun.  Cant wait until that snowball dance even though im going to wear jeans because im a rebel like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so mrs teacher woman gave me a D on my last test!!!  you believe it?!?! and she wont let me retake it!!!  What a terrible Teacher woman!!!  Main Teacher guy should fire her!!!  Then she can go get pregnant and give birth to the spawn of satan.  Lauras sitting here reading this saying " "OH my god."  "Holy crap"  "don't say that"  "Snorts" "i look like a freak."  "NOOhuhuh"  okay im done picking on laura. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kyle friend said that the subway guy called laura a hottie.  The one with the blonde hair and mini skirt.  but in her deffense it was not that short!!!  I mean hello!!!  If you walked into church in a mini skirt wouldnt God like spit fire at you and tell you to go change?  Well I guess it wasnt mini skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well Leave me comments and I miss you Nathan brother.  Hi mal! love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-113323904315204670?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/113323904315204670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=113323904315204670&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/113323904315204670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/113323904315204670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/11/who-needs-ear-anyways.html' title='who needs an ear anyways...'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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-10313434.post-113280873399431353</id><published>2005-11-23T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T21:05:34.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WoW.  That was an adventure....</title><content type='html'>I rear ended a mean lady today and a mean cop gave me a gigantinormous ticket.  Which bye the way is pretty much the most unreasonable thing ever.  I mean it was for driving to fast for conditions...  I mean i can see how he would think i was going too fast but he doesnt even KNOW what speed I was going.  According to lisa I was only going like ten before i pressed the break and then the car just kept going.  So i really dont know where that stupid cop gets off.  Oh and isnt 200 dollars a little high for something that I didnt even really do?!?!  Ahh!!!  So anyways...Lisa and i showed up at school pretty late and I collided with Mr Bilitz the guidance counselor...i told him about our incident and at lunch time(I was eating with robin sakrison because mrs jahns made me wait to eat so I could take my stupid english test) he came into the commons and was like "hannah you have to fight them.  That is just the most absurd thing ever!"  and such stuff.  I was like "Okay."  Yeah so&lt;br /&gt;have a Merry thanksgiving.  See you tomorrow nate.&lt;br /&gt;Hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-113280873399431353?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/113280873399431353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=113280873399431353&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/113280873399431353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/113280873399431353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/11/wow-that-was-adventure.html' title='WoW.  That was an adventure....'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-113262943994538328</id><published>2005-11-21T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T19:17:19.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>right. so...</title><content type='html'>Lifes okay.  If I dont think about it it is almost enjoyable and not depressing at all.  But I had an enjoyable bus ride home tongiht.  compliments to Elizabeth.  I so cannot wait until I have enough money for that road trip...wouldnt hurt if I would turn 21 any time soon.  But I guess it will prolly take about that long to get it all planned out and such.  yep well thats about it I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey nate hope yer class isnt too boring.  See ya Thursday.  Oh and Kyla said she saw you this past weekend.  he is so the favorite.  psssh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-113262943994538328?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/113262943994538328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=113262943994538328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/113262943994538328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/113262943994538328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/11/right-so.html' title='right. so...'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-113246633538016700</id><published>2005-11-19T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T21:58:55.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my feet smell like...</title><content type='html'>popcorn.  I never really thought they smelled at all until tasha was like ahh its smells like popcorn...did you take your shoes off???  and then i just took my shoes off and the feet smell stenched up the room and i was like whoa they do smell like popcorn.  yeah&lt;br /&gt;k so yesterday I saw harry potter.  So good.  Ron is so sexy.  Riannon and i closed tonight because Amanda was like pissed off that she had to close.  But thats okay.  Amanda is to moody for me.  Listened to some good music and chris got soda on me.  I knew he wasnt sorry though.  Then Riannon and i talked about going to harry potter tomorrow cuz she doesnt have anyone to go with her.  and well i would gladly go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm lifes okay and stuff though.  I finally talked to mr dettmann about mrs jahns...too bad i cant just drop her class.  i so would have dropped it before even considering being in it.  i havent learned anything except about her stupid college life and he stupid husband.  not worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thnksgiving is next week and I get to see  my family and my granparents and nate moldenhauer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love holidays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-113246633538016700?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/113246633538016700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=113246633538016700&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/113246633538016700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/113246633538016700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-feet-smell-like.html' title='my feet smell like...'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-113194156918122967</id><published>2005-11-13T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T20:12:49.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so I was watching Star Wars III and I couldnt help wishing I was Padmae.  Is it my fault he's just so damn sexy?  I think not!  Well He was sexy until he decided to cut all his limbs off and burn his skin and hair.  But if I dont watch the end I can pretend he is still sexy.  Yeah.  Well I am extremely exhausted and I hope all is well in your life and I hope that we can chat sometime.  Hope to hear from you.&lt;br /&gt;Hans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-113194156918122967?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/113194156918122967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=113194156918122967&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/113194156918122967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/113194156918122967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/11/okay-so-i-was-watching-star-wars-iii.html' title=''/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-113141278963894284</id><published>2005-11-07T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T17:19:49.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What?  where are my pants?</title><content type='html'>OK here is my update. &lt;br /&gt;This weekend was okay.&lt;br /&gt;Work was great fun.&lt;br /&gt;School is just as aweful as always.&lt;br /&gt;Im doing really bad in chemistry and English.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda wanna drop woods.&lt;br /&gt;Feel kinda empty inside again.&lt;br /&gt;'ve been practicing my grammar.&lt;br /&gt;Feel rather lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna look at the stars.&lt;br /&gt;Going to Relient K and MXPX tomorrow with Karen Elliott and Amanda.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna read my book.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta write stupid english paragraphs and do stupid geometry.&lt;br /&gt;c you all later&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-113141278963894284?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/113141278963894284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=113141278963894284&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/113141278963894284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/113141278963894284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-where-are-my-pants.html' title='What?  where are my pants?'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-113098420385057000</id><published>2005-11-02T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T18:21:36.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow is friday, and I have two saturdays...</title><content type='html'>Im getting so lazy. I dont like doing my homework anymore. I mean to. Really. I do. But Im too lazy and I dont like it. Makes my head hurt a lot. Maybe I should just stay home tomorrow... or I should just decide to get over it and study government. Maybe tomorrow Ill study on the bus... There is only one reason im going to school tomorrow. I do not have English in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Okay well today really wasnt that bad...I cut my wood in woods class and im not too far behind all the other people.(im a little slow.) Okay so it wasnt that great. I just dont really feel like typing... i should prolly study gvt a little so I get an okay grade in at least one of my classes.&lt;br /&gt;okay so actually I just wanted to say that I am bummed that I gotta work this weekend. Im not really going to be able to hangout with all my camp people cause ill be gone and then ill end up sleeping until like noon and then i have to go to work again. and on sunday Im going to the play whenever that is to see my beautiful Ant(Pecky Butzer)...&lt;br /&gt;Oh yess I also wanted to mention that I read a previous post of mine(from like three months ago)  It was kinda funny.  i was very impressed with my vocabulary and then I realized that was when I used my thesaurus.  okay well maybe you dont care...&lt;br /&gt;hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-113098420385057000?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/113098420385057000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=113098420385057000&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/113098420385057000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/113098420385057000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/11/tomorrow-is-friday-and-i-have-two.html' title='Tomorrow is friday, and I have two saturdays...'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-113070055429576636</id><published>2005-10-30T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T11:29:14.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On wednesday My fam and Emily Flood went to milwaukee for the pastor teacher thing that happens anually.  Em and I went to MLC to visit Karen.  I love her.  We drank energy drinks and ate candy.  Somuch fun.  Oh yeah.  We went to WISCO  and saw Leah Schlect(sweet girl)  Joe Z.  matt borcks cousin, and a girl (I dont know her name but she knew me I feel bad when this happens.  They were all in the play which is going on next weekend so they wont be at the teen retreat.  okay so then Kid and I went swimming at the Best Buy or as other people call it the Best Western.  It was enjoyable.  We decided it was kind of boring though specially cuz we didnt have any toys and I cant really swim that well.  Rest of that day was a blur. &lt;br /&gt;Next day we got up for breakfast then we went to mayfair mall.  I was expecting to spend all my money but instead I bought an expensive shirt at Pacsun that I still dont know why I bought and a gift for my friend.  yep.  Kinda sad cuz I was hoping i would find some jeans that I liked or something but no.  Oh yes.  My parents bought me a book from B&amp;N that I have already finished.  It was so good.  Im still thinking about it... &lt;br /&gt;Went back to the hotle and played tischtennis and tischfuBball  with my mom, dad, and em.  Quite fun.  Then Em and I watched Cry  Baby.  My new favorite movie.  haha Johnny is so bangable.  everyone was all like "HUNGRY" so I was like okay.  We went to the restraunt in the hotel and our waiter was really cute. (he was a boy)  Anyways when I ordered my food He had to bend really low so he could hear me and after he left mr Tom yelled at me and told me he was practically in my face and that I need to speak louder and clearer(which is true)  But I responded with "maybe I wanted him there!"  Emily laughed and said I was very open and I said I was just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;Left on friday and I went to work.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I went to work.&lt;br /&gt;Today I hung out with the kasprzaks and now I must do my english(the source of my most frustration.)&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-113070055429576636?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/113070055429576636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=113070055429576636&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/113070055429576636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/113070055429576636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/10/on-wednesday-my-fam-and-emily-flood.html' title=''/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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-10313434.post-113020821140496901</id><published>2005-10-24T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T19:43:31.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hugs are needed</title><content type='html'>I jist needed to be held today so I could cry.  But alas No one did that for me.  Mrs. Jahns is going to mysteriously die sometime soon.  I am mad at mr thesfeldt for putting josiah right in front of me.  Now everytime I even open my mouth he is turned around and staring right at me.   Grrr  GO AWAY!!!   I am a terrible person for a reason I am too ashamed to say but some of you may know what I am talking about.  Hannah The Meanest Person youll ever meet.  Hannah the Heartless.  BUT  I had a loverly time at work tonight and I left before 10!!!!!   woohooo  Thanx mal for duing my cursed English.  Love you.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-113020821140496901?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/113020821140496901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=113020821140496901&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/113020821140496901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/113020821140496901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/10/hugs-are-needed.html' title='Hugs are needed'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-112977792271275442</id><published>2005-10-19T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T20:12:02.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You cant have slaughter without laughter</title><content type='html'>So tonight after work I stopped over by my neighbs and chatted with Sy and Dan for a few minutes.  They asked about my life and stuff.  Then Sy went "Ahhh Christianos"  And I was like "you can smell me?!?!"  I just thought I smelled normal but i guess I smell like a restraunt kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay well love yas&lt;br /&gt;Hans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-112977792271275442?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/112977792271275442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=112977792271275442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112977792271275442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112977792271275442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/10/you-cant-have-slaughter-without.html' title='You cant have slaughter without laughter'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-112949744521429564</id><published>2005-10-16T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T14:27:58.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think Thanksgiving is closer...</title><content type='html'>1. Hannah needs to join forces&lt;br /&gt;2. Hannah needs to go into the tunnel and face the prisoner&lt;br /&gt;3. Hannah needs a little sister from China&lt;br /&gt;4. Hannah needs her vaccinations, worm tablets, ...&lt;br /&gt;5. Hannah needs to develop her personal example some more&lt;br /&gt;6. Hannah needs a hug(always true)&lt;br /&gt;7. Hannah needs a home &amp;shy; and a good daily walk&lt;br /&gt;8. Hannah needs to go to school?&lt;br /&gt;9. Hannah needs to tell why the library is no longer there&lt;br /&gt;10. Hannah needs so much special attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that was way fun. lmao. ooo i found some more funny ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah needs to have her diaper changed so she can go out and play.&lt;br /&gt;Hannah needs to apply lots of make-up so she can perform in her latest dramatic role.&lt;br /&gt;Hannah needs to grow the hell up&lt;br /&gt;Hannah needs to shut up over Sonny and find a new man, ...&lt;br /&gt;Hannah needs the money because she and Danny are saving up for the wedding(haha funny cuz of danny...)&lt;br /&gt;Hannah needs to be distracted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-112949744521429564?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/112949744521429564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=112949744521429564&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112949744521429564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112949744521429564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-think-thanksgiving-is-closer.html' title='I think Thanksgiving is closer...'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-112908342277078941</id><published>2005-10-11T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T19:17:02.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Christmas yet?</title><content type='html'>I'm so sick of school.  So sick of Miss Schlewie.  So sick of English.  Im just so sick of it.  I want to sleep.  *sigh*  Miss S. is so retarded.  katie and I were discussing her and I mentioned the brown thing on her fore head.(im not shallow...she is just Devil Woman)  I thought it looked like she got run over by a reigndeer or a iron fell on he face.  Not very nice of me I know... ICK!  okay well I am going to head out early once again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-112908342277078941?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/112908342277078941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=112908342277078941&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112908342277078941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112908342277078941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/10/is-it-christmas-yet.html' title='Is it Christmas yet?'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-112899828956335499</id><published>2005-10-10T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T19:38:09.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is there anything worth mentioning in my life right now?  Lemme think....  Yeah I just cant think of anything.  I am hungry though and I cant find any healthy stuff to eat so I'm just not eating anything.   Maybe tomorrow I'll make eggs for breakfast if i have time.  *no dawdling Hannah!*  I have so much trouble with that.  I give myslef like an hour and ten minutes in the morning because I just cant think.  Its terrible!!!  On Saturdays and during the summer I was always ready within an hour.  I didnt even have to be. &lt;br /&gt;Mr mom just gave me this herb thing for my headache even though my head ache aleady went away.  Shes so weird.&lt;br /&gt;I actually ate dinner with my family today.  Crazy.  I know.  For some reason I actually sat there.  Even when I was done eating.  Something was just keeping me there.  I really wanted to go sleep because of my headache but I sat there and conversed with my parents.  My mother is very weird.  But she is a nice lady and I love her.  She said something about being criticised and I told her "the best way to avoid criticism is to do nothing, say nothing, be nothing"  She didnt follow my advice though and i told her she was weird.  Maybe that is my way of loving my mother.  LIke if i am like mom i love you she gets all sappy so I just can simply not do that.  Yeah okay maybe to you I am mean.  To me I am loving.  Okay i was so going to get like 8 hours of sleep tonight but i dont know if that will happen anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-112899828956335499?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/112899828956335499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=112899828956335499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112899828956335499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112899828956335499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/10/is-there-anything-worth-mentioning-in.html' title=''/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-112828723387485025</id><published>2005-10-02T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T14:07:13.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So moving on....</title><content type='html'>Have you ever thought that something was going to suck but once it happened it was totally great? &lt;br /&gt;Alyssa Schmidt wanted me to go to dinner with her and her date and anouther couple that i didnt know.  I was like no way ill be the third wheel.  So she told me that she would fnd me a date.  I told her to make sure he was sexy.  Well according to her she had one for me by monday and we were all going out to dinner somewheres.  So as soon as I got to the football game I left with Alyssa.  Which was totally fine with me cuz I dont like football much anyways.  We went to her house and tried on dresses.  i decided I didnt want to wear a dress so I was going to wear a white skirt and a blue tank top with a white v-neck shirt.  In the middle of that, Alyssa's friend showed up with two guys.  Alyssa left to get her hair done so I was left with these strangers who turned out to go to kettle so then I was like hey I know people that go there.  And Peter or andy were like who and I was like blahblahblah...  And they were like yer a camp person arent you?  Yeah...  So when Alyssa came back she brought Ryan(my super-hot-date from nebraska)  I went upstairs to change and get all sexy and stuff.  Then I came down all sexy and stuff.  And we left for the dinner place.  We met Ryan Georg and Will at country kitchen then went to Applebees.  I saw Jake weishaar there and I was like Jake!!!  And then He was like Whoa Hannah!!!   I didnt think he recognized me at first.  It was kinda excited seeing my grade school chum.  Okay so I ordered moz stix cuz I wasnt really hungry and Ryan was like yer cheap.  even though they were still like 6 dollars.  Then we went to the dance and It wasnt hoping very much.  But Ryan said he was having a good time.  I really wanted to dance with my freinds but then Ryan would just kind of stand there.  Later on when I got my groove on, he was dancing all crazy like.  It was really fun.  So I guess it wasnt that bad and ryan and I had a really good time. &lt;br /&gt;I had a really fun time at beckys too.  It took me like ten weeks to finally get all the bobby pins out of my hair.  Haha.  I think Im sick though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons I could be sick:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Lack of sleep from school and work.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Stress from school and work.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Reading until I cant possibly keep my eyes open any longer.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Going to dances until I collapse.&lt;br /&gt;5.  talking online with strange people I meet at fast food places.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Not spending enough time with Emily, Mal, Liz, Becky, Abby or Becca.(maybe they are what keeps me healthy.  They are like my soup for my soul.  I love you guys!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-112828723387485025?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/112828723387485025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=112828723387485025&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112828723387485025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112828723387485025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-moving-on.html' title='So moving on....'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-112768071598834831</id><published>2005-09-25T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T13:38:36.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brrruuuppp&lt;---me belching</title><content type='html'>Im going to start writing in a Diary.  Oh my bob.  I hope that I can do this.  OOO i dont remember where I was but they had really nice diarys with no lines.  I always wanted one of those.  maybe with jewels of some sort on the cover.  Maybe it was a botique that I was at a few days ago.  I dont know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marta called me today.  It was really hard to understand everything she said but surprisingly i could undersatnd her better on the phone then when we were talking in person.  So weird.  Okay I gotta do this homework stuff now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-112768071598834831?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/112768071598834831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=112768071598834831&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112768071598834831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112768071598834831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/09/brrruuuppp-me-belching.html' title='Brrruuuppp&lt;---me belching'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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-10313434.post-112766685944977613</id><published>2005-09-25T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T09:47:39.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yaya!  I finally found the words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;American Hifi&lt;br /&gt;Hey Luv&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey luv, are you leavin here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey luv, why you leavin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We, we met in the summer time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we was good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as good as good can get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now there's no more waiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it all comes back, it all comes back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shes so laid back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Theres no more waiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it all comes back, it all comes back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i got this letter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(chorus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey luv, i am leavin here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i threw all your things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In a box and a bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey luv, we just started here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do u end it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In just a paragraph&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in just a paragraph&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We should have met in the winter time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause things stay so good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The colder that it gets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now theres no more waiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it all comes back, it all comes back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shes so laid back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;theres no more waiting, it all comes back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i got this letter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Repeat chorus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, theres no more waiting, theres no more waiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cuz everytime i think about all the things that i have &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i open the box and read your letter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and everytime i think about all the things i don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't understand, I don't understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey luv, i am leavin here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I threw all your things in a box and a bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hey luv, we just started here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do you end it all in just a paragraph&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In just a paragraph (hey luv, why you leavin here?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know Its kinda lame how much that song makes me happy.  you really gotta hear it though.  I mean I LOVE it.  okay ciao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-112766685944977613?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/112766685944977613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=112766685944977613&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112766685944977613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112766685944977613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/09/yaya-i-finally-found-words.html' title='Yaya!  I finally found the words'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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-10313434.post-112758049528804466</id><published>2005-09-24T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T09:48:15.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scream</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I hung out with Gibbs at the Mall and then we went to Hardees and ate a roast beef sandwhich.  They used to have a Hardees in Wautoma and I would always get a roast beef sanwich ans a cappuccino.  But it went out of buisness.   So Im a little sad.  Anyways then we found Becca and went to McDonalds.  In the Parking lot were these sexy boys BUT some of them were smoking.  Not that I'm all against smoking.  I just think its gross.  Anyways they were all like "Hey whats up?"  and stuff like that. Then they asked what my phone number was so I was just like "blah blah blah"  I figured they wouldnt remember it.  But as Becca was ordering my phone was ringing.  It was the guys from outside.  I was like "Oh my bob!"  so anyways we talked for a while and stuff.  It was pretty crazy.  Gibbs and Liz came in while I was talking to the McDonalds guy and after I was done they were like "Hannah was that one of the guys from the parking lot?  We saw them and thought you should see them.  AND here you are already talking to them on the phone!"  Anyways then Me and Becca and Liza and Gibbs went to the Football game.  It was fun like and stuff.  I hung out on this hill for a while with Kaci.  Then I chummed with Andy for a few moments.  Good times.  Then I went back over by LIz and them guys.  Well Im just sick of typing now so thats all im going to say.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-112758049528804466?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/112758049528804466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=112758049528804466&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112758049528804466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112758049528804466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/09/scream.html' title='Scream'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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-10313434.post-112735918762386191</id><published>2005-09-21T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T20:19:47.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>party like a rockstar</title><content type='html'>Okay.   I did.  Before work I drank one and I was like whoaa.  And I kept dancing and stuff and frolicking across the floor.  Tyler was like whoa yer wired.  And so were Jake and Jed.  Then tyler waslike I love working with you.  Yer fun.  and I was like thanx.  So yay.  People like me.  Jed punched my arm too.  So I think he must think im alright too.  Cuz before he would just look at me all weird.  Ooo I found out that his wife went to my school.  Shes my ulumni&lt;---so what?  I cant spell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I must say that I love getting hugs.  I miss summer so much.  Thats prolly one of the things I loved most about it.  Sigh....Summer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I cant remember if I told you about Josiah's note.  But it was freaky and made me laugh a little.  well he asked for a "word with me" yesterday so I was like fine... and then he apologized for it.  And all my friends laughed at me because I was to nice to be like okay I have to over here now.  I actually let him finish the conversation.  yay.  Im too nice.  I try to be mean sometimes but its hard and poeple always think I'm mean when Im tired ...prolly cuz I'm really sanppy and nippity but yeah its their fault.  Not a morning person. o okay I am off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Love yas&lt;br /&gt;Hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-112735918762386191?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/112735918762386191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=112735918762386191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112735918762386191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112735918762386191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/09/party-like-rockstar.html' title='party like a rockstar'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-112693389438130020</id><published>2005-09-16T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T22:11:34.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Ali are you still alive?</title><content type='html'>Umm well I worked until now tonight(11:30)  It was long and Chris kept throwing dough at me.  One of them actually hit my head.  Hes weird and then I was putting away dishes and he was just watching me.  I find him really intimidating so when ever he looks at me I slik away.  I feel dumb around him.  Yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I had lots of fun.  I really had to piss but I didn't wanna walk down the hall by myself so I asked Kaci to go with me but she was going the other way.  Oh yess in case you are wondering why I can't walk down the hall by myself.  Josiah is being creepy again and he was standing in the middle of the hall way like a troll gaurding its bridge.  Okay so anyways Andy ended up going with me.  We held hands and stuff.  I started laughing mostly cuz he didnt have to hole my hand and I was thinking about what josiah would think!  haha.  Im so mean. Meh.  yep so then we got to the end of the hall and turned and then I noticed that there was a teacher so I was like "ah teahcer" and let go.  Andy was like "are you leaving now?"  and I was like no I gotta piss.  And he said he would wait for me.  Then we walked back down the hall.  *evil laughs* haha josiah!  what are you gunna do now?  Man I am heartless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so at work Larry(my boss) intruduced me to this guy.   The guy shook my hand and then grabbed my elbow.  litle uncomfortable since I didnt even know him   then he like forced me to turn around and he was reading my shirt.  Then he was all like "it has a bible passage on it."  And Larry is like "yeah, she goes to a lutheran school"  Other guy "a lutheran school?  where?"  me "Fond du Lac"  Larry "yeah shes a hard worker.  she's the nicest girl we have working here.  Everyone likes her.  See look tyler and austin are smiling."  Austin "its not true!"  Larry"what?!?!  you saying you dont like hannah?!?!"  Me: walks away to the pizza pit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that during the week I really like staying at people's houses.  I get to sleep in so long.  Its loverly.  Sad thing is is that there are still people who sleep in another hour later.  I shall saty at their house then.  yep.well im tired and I just ate like  seven oat meal raisin cookies cuz I ws hungry.  Man Im a heifer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-112693389438130020?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/112693389438130020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=112693389438130020&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112693389438130020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112693389438130020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/09/hey-ali-are-you-still-alive.html' title='Hey Ali are you still alive?'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-112648359006455388</id><published>2005-09-11T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T17:06:30.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Hello Hello(said like the lemony snickets guy)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Well Im going to try to just talk about my life that obviously none of you care about.  How do I know this?  Because I was reading other peoples blogs and noticed that when people read them they leave comments.  Not so for mine.  So I'm just thinking nobody cares.  Except for Mal but with Tom and all I understand.  okay so here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;School days are long.  Im pretty sure that I've slept through a few classes.  I don't understand German...OR English.  Geometry is okay.  I understand it.  Im just bad with numbers.  Religion is interesting.  We talk about the things that people wonder about.  Chemistry rocks. But once again theres the problem that I always jumble all my information together and I get confused.  Woods is getting dull.  I talk to Billy.  seriously.  Not with him.  TO him.  He just doesnt talk very much.  He always laughs at me though.  I'd say hes a good listener. haha Yep thats pretty much it.  This week I am staying at Kaci's house.  That'll be fun.  And then Im going to kyles soccer game.(With Becky Jayne!!!)  That will be fun.  Then Becky and I will ditch school the next day and be sick.  hehe.  wishful thinking.  Sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Work is getting funner.  The people talk to me more and we goof around sometimes.  I need to stop eating the pasta they make me or Im going to get even larger than I am.  Yep.  well Thats pretty much everything.  Kinda.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I cant wait for homecoming though.  kinda.  I just wanna dance.  It better be good music.  If its not...next year I am going to pick out all the music.  Oh yess.  I got my school pictures.  Scary!!!  although I have to say I look so much better than frosh year.  okay well Im off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-112648359006455388?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/112648359006455388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=112648359006455388&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112648359006455388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112648359006455388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/09/hello-hello-hellosaid-like-lemony.html' title='Hello Hello Hello(said like the lemony snickets guy)'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-112646264972788802</id><published>2005-09-11T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T11:17:29.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sing like you think no one's listening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;SIDE WALK SLAM "Say Goodbye"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You used me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Abused me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sad to say we'll go our separate ways &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Days will pass but time can't take away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the pain caused today &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say goodbye now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Turn and walk away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's nothing left to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things I'd say to make you stay &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Won't come out of my mouth today &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No more words will mend what's been broken or what's been torn apart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say goodbye now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Turn and walk away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's nothing left to say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NUMBER ONE FAN "Can't Forget"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I change my mind all the time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but this one's gonna stick for awhile...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You wanted everything right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted everything wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That way I could walk away from the mess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause you don't impress me no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't try to explain it, can't talk your way from this one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I fell in love, and you didn't fall anywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I lost interest when you held my hand, this had to be love, you said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember every word that day, how could I forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;STREETLIGHT MANIFESTO LYRICS"Point / Counterpoint"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got a gun in my hand but that gun won't cock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My finger's on the trigger but that trigger seems locked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I can't stop staring at the tick tock clock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and even if I could I would never give up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With a vest on my chest, a bullet in my lung&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe I'm dying with my song unsung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If and when I die won't you bury me alone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause I'll never get to heaven if I'm singing this song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If there was something wrong would you be oh so strong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would you do what it takes to move this hollow life along?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd like to think I would, you know I'd like to think I would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I guarantee that what you see is not reality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and every time I make a point, she makes a counterpoint&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She said it's easy but in the end you'll have no choice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you know that's only just the way it goes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You said it right man, That is just the way it goes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the days, and the days they seem like forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the days, and the days they seem like forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But forever isn't ever enough!!I'd like to sing a song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please swear you won't be long!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll try not to be long but I don't want to get this story wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was a kid who never cared about the little things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't even bother because I'm tired and I'm sick of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And every time she makes a point I'll make a counterpoint!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She said It's easy but in the end you'll have no choice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you know that's only just the way it goes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You said it right man, that is just the way it goes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got a gun in my hand but that gun won't cock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My finger's on the trigger but that trigger seems locked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I can't stop staring at the tick tock clock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and even if I could I would never give up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With a vest on my chest, a bullet in my lung&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe I'm dying with my song unsung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If and when I die won't you bury me alone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause I'll never get to heaven if I'm singing this song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, You don't know where I've been!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, You don't know what I've seen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I did something right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would you give up this fight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would you say you were wrong and maybe someone else was kind of right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd like to think you would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know I'd like to think you would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I can't guarantee that what you get is an apology&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jump back to the day we met&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never thought that it would end this way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If ever I let you down I want to ask of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To take it down a notch and we can talk it on through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the days, and the days they seem like forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the days, and the days they seem like forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But forever isn't ever enough!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd like to sing a song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please swear you won't be long!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll try not to be long but I don't want to get this story wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was a kid who never cared about the little things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't even bother 'cause I still don't give a shit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And every time she makes a point I'll make a counterpoint!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She said it's easy but in the end you'll have no choice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you know that's only just the way it goes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You said it right man, that is just the way it goes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got a gun in my hand but that gun won't cock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My finger's on the trigger but that trigger seems locked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I can't stop staring at the tick tock clock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and even if I could I would never give up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With a vest on my chest, a bullet in my lung&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe I'm dying with my song unsung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If and when I die won't you bury me alone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause I'll never get to heaven if I'm singing this song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, You don't know where I've been!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, You don't know what I've seen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So tell me friend, How's it going to end?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the shit goes down and there's no one left Around to get your back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll crack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll smile and agree with everything they say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They'll try to tell you that it's all okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it's not and you're shot and you're bleeding pretty bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and You can't stop thinking about the things you never had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like a wife and a kid and the things you never did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're running aroundYou're living a life that's empty in the end, my friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, You'll take back all you've said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, When the regrets fill your head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trust me I've been there before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would not wish it upon my greatest enemy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What Irony!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once friends, but I find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll have to learn this lesson on your own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I waited by the phone but that phone never rang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I sang so loud so I wouldn't hear the bang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the bang never came and I never got the call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fuck It! Thank You! I Love You All!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some are going to say that we're doomed to repeat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all our past mistakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But that's not me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and even if it was I would always disagree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because in the end I always get the better of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got a gun in my hand but that gun won't cock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My finger's on the trigger but that trigger seems locked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I can't stop staring at the tick tock clock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and even if I could I would never give up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With a vest on my chest, a bullet in my lung&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe I'm dying with my song unsung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If and when I die won't you bury me alone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause I'll never get to heaven if I'm singing this song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, I'll take you where I've been!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, I'll show you what I've seen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-112646264972788802?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/112646264972788802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=112646264972788802&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112646264972788802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112646264972788802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/09/sing-like-you-think-no-ones-listening.html' title='sing like you think no one&apos;s listening'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-112632728875227128</id><published>2005-09-09T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T21:41:28.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>way past due</title><content type='html'>^^my library book is over due.  *sigh*  anyways...last night I worked even though I wasnt scheduled and no one told me I wasnt supposed to work.  Meh I still get paid.  And tonight I found a dollar on the tray that just went through the machine.  It was crazy I was like "huh?  why is this in here?"  So i showed Austin and he told me that i was tipped for doing dishes even though it was prolly one of the waitresses dollar.  Meh its their fault they dropped it.  hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Yep.  Okay so today was wick-it awesome.  I dont know if it was from the lovely music I listened to this morning.  Or the fun party I had on the bus with Liz, Becca, and Abby.  Or if it was the cappuccino that I stole from Becca.  Or the fact that I sat by Becky Jayne and she just makes me really hyper and happy and silly and goofy.  But it was a good day.  I am going to be busy all this weekend.  No fun fer me.  I have lots of home work and Ive gotta clean my room because for a while I just stopped caring and it looks like Im two.  And I have gotta write some letters.  But take care and stuff and I love ya&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-112632728875227128?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/112632728875227128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=112632728875227128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112632728875227128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112632728875227128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/09/way-past-due.html' title='way past due'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-112623377778209171</id><published>2005-09-08T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T19:42:57.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid yatch</title><content type='html'>Yep thats me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-112623377778209171?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/112623377778209171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=112623377778209171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112623377778209171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112623377778209171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/09/stupid-yatch.html' title='stupid yatch'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-112613900475540905</id><published>2005-09-07T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T17:23:24.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no black hole to trap these memories for me...</title><content type='html'>I passed my English test!!!  and I didn't do half bad on it!!!  Yay.  Mrs. Jahns passed 'em back and I looked at mine and I was like "okay Im done looking at it"  SO then I was just letting time go by and stuff while everybody else looked at their tests and figured everything out.  Soon Andy was turning around and calling me Abigail again.  Weird.  Then Alyssa rubbed my leg with her shoe.  So for a joke i put my hand on her leg.  Anyways teacher woman was like "whoa"  and then Alyssa friend was like "Hannah and I are really close"  teacher woman "I can see that.  Please do not do that in my class." &lt;br /&gt;like twenty minutes later everyone was hunkydory with their tests and teacher woman "okay now this Hannah-Andy-Alyssa thing has to stop."  Me*slinking deep into my chair*  That woman hates me.  Ever since I frolicked into her classroom orientaion day and gave Mal a hug.  honest.  She marked my allusion wrong because I spelled Pisa wrong!!!  What a jerk!!!  The only thing I have ever done to her is fail some work sheet she gave me!!!  not my fault!!!  She just makes up English.  AND  she drinks her bucket of coffee everyday and says in her annoying voice "ohmygodweranoutofcoffeeandiforgottogetmore!" &lt;br /&gt;Okay anyways.  I ate some food today.(I did not eat yesterday)  And then we had some lame meeting for the homecoming committees. Decided they couldnt make me do anything.  Ditched.  So I was talking to Kaci and Alyssa at lunch and they both gave me a hug.  Then kid came over and she was like "Im SORRY hannah!!"  then I remembered I was supposed to be mad at her cuz she told me to shut up.  But then she gave me a hug.  Then Andy comes walking down the hall looking staright at me and he puts his arms around me and pins me against the wall...weirdest thing thats ever happened to me at school)  And said he was jealous cuz everyone else was hugging me. &lt;br /&gt;Umm I almost fell asleep in like three of my classes.  I dont know why.  But American Gvt is just totally S&amp;C(snooze and cruise) and blah blah blah. &lt;br /&gt;I think I started to cry in Religion(good thing I sit in the back corner)  Pastor wright was telling a story about a girl who gave up a baby for adoption.  He said that she wrote him a letter saying she wondered what he was like now(when he was three)   And It made me think of my mom and if she still thinks about me... &lt;br /&gt;Yep then Abby and I talked on the bus.  Much fun.  *sigh*  well I must be off so umm it would be nice to hear from all of you(hint hint) &lt;br /&gt;much love&lt;br /&gt;Hans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-112613900475540905?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/112613900475540905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=112613900475540905&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112613900475540905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112613900475540905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/09/no-black-hole-to-trap-these-memories.html' title='no black hole to trap these memories for me...'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-112605594263976830</id><published>2005-09-06T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T18:19:02.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ummm....</title><content type='html'>Im just a little sad right now.  Umm I need lots of hugs and some coffee and maybe some pills.   Some one to talk to.  please.  Im not quite heart broken but almost.  Im not crying but I need some neosporin for my heart.  I mean I was ready for it.  I knew it was coming.  I could feel it.  I was even going to do it myself.  But I just wasnt expecting it today.  Not now.  Maybe when I didnt have so much on my mind.  Maybe when I was more confident in myself.  This just makes me fall apart even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay think happy thoughts.  Its almost homecoming and Dan and I are going.  We are going to have lots of fun.  I can go to his house whenever and scooter race.  Happy.  *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-112605594263976830?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/112605594263976830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=112605594263976830&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112605594263976830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112605594263976830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/09/ummm.html' title='ummm....'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-112604982788764162</id><published>2005-09-06T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T16:37:07.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a change</title><content type='html'>Im going to do something with my hair.  Cut it really short like.  maybe get some black highlights.  woot woot.  I hope I look sexy.  It prolly wont be for a while though.  maybe after homecoming.  Meh it all depends on how long my hair decides to not be frizzy.&lt;br /&gt;ciao babes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-112604982788764162?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/112604982788764162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=112604982788764162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112604982788764162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112604982788764162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/09/time-for-change.html' title='Time for a change'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-112585567948531231</id><published>2005-09-04T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T10:41:19.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>like a turtle..hidding in my shell</title><content type='html'>I keep hiding in my room.  I dont really wanna be around poeple. &lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;I wear out my welcome and feel left out and not wanted.  That's mostly just when there's a big group of people.  I dont like being in big groups.  none of them know me and I can't be myself.  I think I might go hiking/"day camping"  with some friends tomorrow and I hope that i become more social again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho.  I worked last night.  I made lots of bread and did some dishes.  Amanda made me some chicken alfredo.  mmmmm its my favorite.  I ate it over at the AB.  Mike wanted some so i ate all the chicken and gave him the leftover noodles. haha Im so mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after church I came home and watched &lt;em&gt;houe of flying daggers&lt;/em&gt;  I like that movie.  But you gotta watch it in their language with the subs underneath otherwise its just not as cool.  I never watch the end of foreign films.  They are always too sad.  I always thought that &lt;em&gt;crouching tiger hidden dragon had a good ending&lt;/em&gt; but then Say(sy)  told me that it was sad because Girlie killed herself.  I choose to believe that whats-her-name could fly and they just dont show her come back to whats-his-face.  &lt;em&gt;hero&lt;/em&gt; was sad though.  Oh and even though its not foreign...I dont like the ending to &lt;em&gt;shakespeare in love&lt;/em&gt;  so I dont watch that ending either.  anways...The people at camp are having Cowboy Cafe.  I wasnt in the mood to eat.  But I think I might go down anyways and try to have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-112585567948531231?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/112585567948531231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=112585567948531231&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112585567948531231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112585567948531231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/09/like-turtlehidding-in-my-shell.html' title='like a turtle..hidding in my shell'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-112571616099222244</id><published>2005-09-02T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T19:56:00.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men are from mars.  Aliens are from Uranus.  haha</title><content type='html'>List five of your idiosyncrasies and then tag five friends to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I get excited and point when i see people wearing pumas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I snort in people's ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I dont like my clothes and would rather wear other people's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I bought a thesaurus to better improve my vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I like watching people and could sit in a big lazy chair and do it all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag:&lt;br /&gt;Becky&lt;br /&gt;Kiddo&lt;br /&gt;Mal&lt;br /&gt;Bethany&lt;br /&gt;Becca G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-112571616099222244?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/112571616099222244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=112571616099222244&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112571616099222244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112571616099222244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/09/men-are-from-mars-aliens-are-from.html' title='Men are from mars.  Aliens are from Uranus.  haha'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-112544210796783082</id><published>2005-08-30T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T15:48:27.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Windshield to kill</title><content type='html'>Yesterday At about 7 AM  I was driving to school.  Jammin to My Chemical Romance when all the sudden &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; a bird collided with my wind sheild window.  Freaked me out a little bit.  Yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Im a little ailing right now.  But hopefully my health will improve soon.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that I very much abhor English class.  I am just not very good with the English language and I suck at writing papers.  I suppose that I am not a very big fan of Geometry either.  *sigh*  But everything is still endurable.  I am beginning to become fatigued from school and work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrricanes are freaky.  Remind Me not to live near the ocean.  Or on a small island.  Mrs Jahnes told us about an islnad that probably doesnt exist any more.  That's really wretched.  okay well I gotta go write my English paper now.  Ugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-112544210796783082?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/112544210796783082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=112544210796783082&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112544210796783082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112544210796783082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/08/windshield-to-kill.html' title='Windshield to kill'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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-10313434.post-112509635657148045</id><published>2005-08-26T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T15:45:56.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY Tomorrow is almost here.  I hate school.  Love the weekend.  School makes me cry tears of agony.  If the weekend made me cry they would be tears of rapture.  okay well I better go rest up for thisrousing weekend. &lt;br /&gt;Ciao babes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-112509635657148045?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/112509635657148045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=112509635657148045&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112509635657148045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112509635657148045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/08/yay-tomorrow-is-almost-here.html' title=''/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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-10313434.post-112492486798956659</id><published>2005-08-24T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T18:07:54.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Josiah Strikes Again</title><content type='html'>School is tolerable but I still dont like it. I am just waiting for the weekend. YAY. I am so excited it's always running through my mind. You prolly think I'm a freak for those of you who don't know what I am talking about. But it's okay. I forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now. About the title. For those of you who go to school with me, you may recall that last year I was stalked by Josiah Zable. Yeah that's right. I have my own stalker. Anyways I was hoping that over the summer he would have moved on. Not so. Ugh. I just want my privacy. And really he's not a very good stalker because stalkers are supposed to be sneaky. he just flat out stares at me all the time. Yeah well. I thought that he had kinda forgotten about me but then Abby came up to me and told me that Josiah struck again. For some reason I thought this meant that he liked another girl. But Abby laughed at me and told me he was asking about me again. Okay I'm sorry but I just had a major deja vu. its freaky. Okay well yeah so Josiah is creepy. Okay Im over it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha today at lunch we had french fries. I love french fries. I didn't really get many though. Mal sat next to me and I looked at her tray. She had a lot of fries. So anyways I looked at the people who wash dishes and I thought I saw Josh lises.(he graduated last year) I poked Mal and told her and she looked over and I snatched a fry. hehe sorry mal that you didnt know that. But then she kept looking so I snatched another one. Hahaha sorry again. And then I snatched one form Em. But since I didnt have any more fries she took one from Mal. Poor Mallery.( I love you mallery.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im off&lt;br /&gt;Love you all&lt;br /&gt;Hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-112492486798956659?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/112492486798956659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=112492486798956659&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112492486798956659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112492486798956659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/08/josiah-strikes-again.html' title='The Josiah Strikes Again'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-112467546663945947</id><published>2005-08-21T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T18:51:06.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yada yada</title><content type='html'>I dont wanna go to school tomorrow.  I want to be else where with somebody.  Mehh  But I must go to school and I must wake up at the buttcrack of dawn and leave early.  I don wanna go.  But I love my friends and I guess it will be alright.   I cleaned my car and it looks nice...well kinda.  okay&lt;br /&gt;hans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-112467546663945947?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/112467546663945947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=112467546663945947&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112467546663945947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112467546663945947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/08/yada-yada.html' title='yada yada'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-112441396668260012</id><published>2005-08-18T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T18:12:46.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FIVE A.M.!!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has started again.  Starting on Monday I must get up before the sun even thinks about it.  For the rest of the year!!!!   ARGGGEE!!!  I loathe school.  But i get to see my friends everyday.  Hurray for friends!  HURRAY!  Okay but seriously.  I. Don't. Want. To. Go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had orientation.  I somehow ended up getting into school right away which was amazing since I showed up after a ton of people.  I just cut in front of them.  Hahaha suckers.  My book shelves didn't fit in my locker and one of the senior guys who I have never talked to... told me to shove it in farther.  I was like dude.  I can't.  And he was like y'll have to cut the back off.  I was like Oh great!!  Even more work to do for stupid school.  But I didnt actually have to do that.  Thank Bob!  I just traded is in.  Didn't even have to pay for new ones.  After I got all settled in I went to the chapel and got a good spot with all my chums.  Too bad we prolly wont sit there again.  *sigh*  After long schpeels about dress codes and cleavage and holey jeans and peircings... I went to my forst class thingy so we could listen to MRS.  Jahnes or whatever she is now.  Wait thats not true.  I went to home room first.  I kind of wish that I could just hang out there instead of going to all my classes.  I took my usual spot near Hjelle, Henning and Konen.  I think they're like my favorite people in H.R.  Okay so then I got a bunch of crap to take home.  Blah Blah Blah...THEN  I went to English.  I sit by Mal!!!!  Yay.  And Gusher(call him that cuz of his big head)  So she was going on and on about something.  I was zoning out already.  I think I was like okay so I'm going to do well on my first day but after that I'm prolly going to start failing this class.  Then I went to STD Hall hahaha and realized I had to go to the dentist.  yuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like going to the dentist when I was little they used to give me floride things.  I would Ralph after every one.  Then they got smart and stopped giving me them. But anyways the smell of the rubber gloves or latex. whatever.  still makes me naushious.  The lady cleaning my teeth scraped at my gums a lot.  When I spit out all that stuff in the little drain it was all red.  The lady made me bleed.  mean ole' lady...actually apart from being one of my arch enemies shes quite nice.  okay so balh blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought new pants....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to work....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got all gross and ugly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried to call a certian somebody but they werent there :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote this lame post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-112441396668260012?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/112441396668260012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=112441396668260012&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112441396668260012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112441396668260012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/08/five.html' title=''/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-112429620628826696</id><published>2005-08-17T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T09:30:06.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes dumb people ruin my good mood</title><content type='html'>I love Emily Flood so even though some people make me mad...Emily makes me glad.  She has made me glad she has made glad I will rejoice because she has made me glad.:)  thats a little whats that word?  I dont remember  but oh well&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-112429620628826696?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/112429620628826696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=112429620628826696&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112429620628826696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112429620628826696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/08/sometimes-dumb-people-ruin-my-good.html' title='sometimes dumb people ruin my good mood'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-112416622904923448</id><published>2005-08-15T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T21:23:49.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life just keeps getting better</title><content type='html'>Sorry Becky but I had to remove your comment because people who arent as good of friends with me might see and my secret would be exposed!!!  But No...I got a job with a bunch of hott guys at the place that we went for my birthday that one time...remember?  And I got myself my very own guy.  :):):)  yay.  But well just see how it all works out.  Good I'm hoping.  I'll tell you about it sometime over lunch.:)  Yeah and I was totally serious about it being a good week.  Well, love you lots becky!&lt;br /&gt;Hans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-112416622904923448?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/112416622904923448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=112416622904923448&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112416622904923448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112416622904923448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/08/life-just-keeps-getting-better.html' title='life just keeps getting better'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-112380591377247499</id><published>2005-08-11T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T17:18:33.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning beautiful!</title><content type='html'>This morning I had a good start and it made my day very good.  I went to town to pick up some batteries and go to the library and stuff.  When I was coming back I decided to go for a little country drive(wasting gas as Jared called it)  I had no idea where I was going but it was fun.  I tried to go around the lake but I hit a dead end *sadness* and turned around.  I drove out to marrow lake and decided that maybe I'll go swimming there before school starts.  Well then I drove on some rode that looked cool.  then I realized that I was pretty much lost.  But it was weird because I thought I remembered it from when I was a kid.  So I drove until I had to turn then found Buttercup Ave and rejoiced cuz I found my way home.  Yeah.  That's pretty much the highlight of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read in the AB for two hours in the afternoon though.  I wanted to swim but it was raining *cursed rain* and blah blah blah... Have a nice day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-112380591377247499?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/112380591377247499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=112380591377247499&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112380591377247499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112380591377247499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/08/good-morning-beautiful.html' title='Good morning beautiful!'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-112364895532923757</id><published>2005-08-09T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T21:42:35.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Becky Jayne.  You put a smile on my face.  Of course.  I will be happy every morning I see you.  I have totally cheered up to about 90%.  Love you Becky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanx Becca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-112364895532923757?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/112364895532923757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=112364895532923757&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112364895532923757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112364895532923757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/08/becky-jayne.html' title=''/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-112361112954948194</id><published>2005-08-09T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T11:12:09.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life's better than it's been...soo thanx for caring</title><content type='html'>Happieness is creeping in.  *meaningful smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-112361112954948194?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/112361112954948194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=112361112954948194&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112361112954948194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112361112954948194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/08/lifes-better-than-its-beensoo-thanx.html' title='life&apos;s better than it&apos;s been...soo thanx for caring'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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-10313434.post-112356132087996557</id><published>2005-08-08T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T21:22:00.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unhappiness lurkes behind my smile</title><content type='html'>Depressed.  Sad.  Engolfed in my warm safe bed.  Unsure of what's going on and if anyone could possibly understand what is going on with me.  That's what I've been.  It's getting harder to mean my smiles.  It's getting harder to leave my bed.  I don't want summer to end.  I don't want school to start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I found some energy though that I havent had since spring.  It felt good but it took so much out of me.  Jumping off the couch.  Dancing circles around everybody.  I wasn't happy.  I was just hyper.  People look at you strangely when your hyper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-112356132087996557?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/112356132087996557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=112356132087996557&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112356132087996557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112356132087996557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/08/unhappiness-lurkes-behind-my-smile.html' title='unhappiness lurkes behind my smile'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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-10313434.post-112311939212647496</id><published>2005-08-03T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T18:36:32.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My handprint is on em's nadigass</title><content type='html'>Hey loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day was a great day.  I woke up psuedo-early for me at least.  I was out of the house by ten.  I was in Montello by elevenish.  I was happy by eleventwentyish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I painted in a hot room for most of the day.  It was great.  Kyle called while I was talking to his sister.  You see... Kyle found my voice message thing funny and told his sister about it.(she got a new phone and wanted a funny message.)  Anyways Kelly called my phone but I answered it so she just hung up.  I thought it was rather rude and I heard them say my name before they hung up.  So anyways I tried calling them back but they didnt answer.  So I was kinda upset.  Anyways they called back again and didnt leave a message so I was like argh.  So I called them back today and she answered and was like who's this?  I was like Hannah K who's this?  and then she told me she was kyle's sister and hung up.  Okay.  Not the most pleasant of conversations but what ever.  So while I was talking to Kelly Kyle called and left a message.  So then I called him back and he told me the whole story that I just told you.  I wanted to inform any people who call my cell phone and think that it is me talking, you are poorly mistaken.  It is my dear friend Matthew K. Bown.  And I dont talk like that...often.  So that was pleasant and such.  After, I painted a little more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily and mal came early afternoon.  I was shocked to see them cuz Abby lied and said they werent coming.   So I was happy about that.  Then we painted alittle more.  I went downstairs to get some water and got distracted.  I ended up laying on a mattress reading one of my silly romance noveles.  Everyne came down and told me we were going swimming.  So I got on my suit and we shoved everyone in the smalish car.  swimming was cut short because of lightening and thunder and our fear for our lives.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*time lapse*  Liz was laying on my mattress so I jumped on her and started smooching her.  *laughs*  not really though.  Only pretend smooches.  She really liked it.  hahaha. okay well I'm off to watch another movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-112311939212647496?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/112311939212647496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=112311939212647496&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112311939212647496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112311939212647496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-handprint-is-on-ems-nadigass.html' title='My handprint is on em&apos;s nadigass'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-112259092264406629</id><published>2005-07-28T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T15:48:42.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Happy Day</title><content type='html'>This morningwhen I woke up I was like "Whao I miss my friends."  So then I was like "I'm gonna drive to Montello and visit the browns for the afternoon."  So I found my mom after lunch and told her and she was like "today?"  I was like "Hell yess"  So now Here I sit all happy and stuff at the browns house.  I was going to leave a while ago.  But they tricked me into going camping with them.  So I am going camping.  YAY!!! I like camping food.  Smores, puggypies, hobos.  YUM.  Okay.  Just wanted to let you guys know that Im doing good and I loe ya guys.  How are you?  i hope your good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terminated&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-112259092264406629?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/112259092264406629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=112259092264406629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112259092264406629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112259092264406629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/07/oh-happy-day.html' title='Oh Happy Day'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-112191471552204137</id><published>2005-07-20T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T19:58:35.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel really sorry for the people that have to put up with me.  I must be the most selfish(yess im back on that again, Emily), moody, self-centered person ever.  If people dont do just one thing that I want them to do I get all moody and stuff...er...well, at least my family.  I called my brother the other day cuz I missed him(yess, I missed my brother) and the next thing I know we have plans for me to visit him on Wed.  I rather enjoy spending time with my brother...he is quite all right sometimes.  Anyways so I tell my parents and all the sudden they are going too.  I was like &lt;em&gt;oh joy!  a family gathering of sorts.&lt;/em&gt;  Not that I don't love having my family together but they just talk about the most boring stuff.  Stuff that I don't understand.  Stuff that doesn't interest me.  And while they talk I just sit there trying to use chop stixs(I am dreadfull at it) to eat my maccorni and cheese and pretend like I'm NOT bored out of my mind.  So anyways...I really wanted to go to the library but instead we went to a movie with me under the impression we would go after the movie.  So the movie was pretty good actually.  We saw MR. and MRS. Smith.  *sigh*Bradley....  He's so dumb for leaving Jen.  But anywho...  Get back to the apartment and then I am informed that we are not going to the library and that we are going home!!!  I was rather sour after that.  Poor poor family.  Soo then we left and we were not far and I state the fact that I have left my pictures there.  We turn around and then end up going to the library.  See...all because I am moody and selfish.  Ugh!!!  I hate myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was happy again cuz my dad stopped at the mall and I bought a book.  I am so not normal.  I go to the mall and I buy a book.  Normal people would buy clothes or shoes.  But not me!!!  So anyways I just very much admire how people put up with me.  Thank you people.  Despite myself I had a loverly day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for another note.  Tomorrow I leave to go to my dear friend LeeAnn's house.  I will be gone for a few days.  Yay...More vacation!!!  I always enjoy going there.  It's really different from here.  I hope it's not different from that of which it was two years ago.  On saturday we are going to the Warped Tour and I'm going to see Relient K and many a other great bands.  We are going to celebrate Logan's birthday.  Logan informed me that he is bringing his super-hot-drum-playing-skateboarding-military-senior friend for me to hang out with.  In a way you could say it's kinda like it's my birthday too.  Haha. Okay...Much love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky, Em, Mal--I miss you lots and thought of you all today&lt;br /&gt;Ali--If you read this I thought of you also and waved at yer house as I drove past it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out&lt;br /&gt;Hans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-112191471552204137?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/112191471552204137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=112191471552204137&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112191471552204137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112191471552204137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-feel-really-sorry-for-people-that.html' title=''/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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-10313434.post-112105493871422446</id><published>2005-07-10T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T21:08:58.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheep are dumb.</title><content type='html'>^^Laura Bown told me today that 1500 sheep jumped of a cliff somewheres.  The shepherds were eating their lunch though so they didnt know.  Only 450 of the sheep died though because eventually the pile got so high it was just soft and they werent actually jumping that far.  This prooves that sheep really are retarded.  And it shows that if we are jesus sheep...we really need a shepherd cuz otherwise we are headed straight for our death.   I hope you guys liked my christian application cuz I did it all on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...I am bummed and confused.  But I get over it by chumming with Co cuz shes so much fun and totally takes my mind of things.  On tuesday I leave for florida.  Im phsyched.  After coming back from florida I go to LeeAnn's house for a few days and we are going to the Warped tour!!!  I am realllyyy really phsyched to see her.I am so excited though.  I have all this adreniline in me at the moment.  Ugh.  Im still feeling bummed though.  Oh I absolutely hate my girlieness sometimes and wish I could take things like man.  *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth Hud called me today.  I miss her a terrible much.  *sadness*  It was still great talkiing to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou Becky and Em for your letters.  I really miss you guys.  I'll bring you presents...maybe...if i have money.  Okay much love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-112105493871422446?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/112105493871422446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=112105493871422446&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112105493871422446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/112105493871422446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/07/sheep-are-dumb.html' title='Sheep are dumb.'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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-10313434.post-111981185808310369</id><published>2005-06-26T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T11:50:58.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>camp</title><content type='html'>Write me this week.  If i dont get any letters i will assume that no one reads this blog and the people who do hate me so heres my addy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah Klusmeyer&lt;br /&gt;W9944 Buttercup Ave&lt;br /&gt;Wautoma, Wi    54982&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.  Much love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terminated&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-111981185808310369?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/111981185808310369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=111981185808310369&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/111981185808310369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/111981185808310369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/06/camp.html' title='camp'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-111950078821858395</id><published>2005-06-22T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T21:26:28.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaving</title><content type='html'>I am so lonely.  O so lonely.  I have nobody...to call my oowwwn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life kinda sucks right now.  There are all these really great people at camp now but I just feel like I am intruding on them when I go down to camp.  Argh!  I totally miss having Kyle around.  I dont know.  Things were just more fun with him.  I did a lot of fun stuff.  WE did a lot of fun stuff.  But now I am bored and I miss all my school friends.  What I am saying about missing Kyle is that I miss having someone to just chum with.  DO stuff with.  Take my mind off how uncool and lame my life really is.  Okay it's really not that aweful but it feels like it.  Since Monday I have felt really lonely.  And Werner is not helping.  He only makes fun of me.  I have to hug myself cuz no one at camp loves me and a girl like me has got to have a little bit of love.  Okay I guess that's not really true either.  About no one loving me.  People(a few)  love me a bit.  But they are busy with camp.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I locked myself in my room and read books for most of today.  Man they are good.  Anyways.  When I did go down to camp I was wearing my ST Lawrence sweatshirt with a tank top on underneath.  Rascal(my kitty kat)  follwed me and I bent over to pet him *snap*  my tanktop strap broke.  GREAT!!!  So I felt pretty much naked.  EWW.  It's a good thing only Mal and maybe a few other people read this cuz I would hate for the whole world to be thinking about me half nakedish under my sweatshirt.  I miss Mal.  She makes my world sunny even though Im sure she hates me now for making he come to camp.  Awe.  I got my pictures developed from camp!  Woot!  I have some cute ones of me, Mal, and Em.  Oh I miss Em too!  Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I think I should go.  I still have half of my book to read.  YAY for books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, Mal.  Dream sweet.  Or, erm, have a good day(depending on when you read this)(if you read it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terminated&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-111950078821858395?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/111950078821858395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=111950078821858395&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/111950078821858395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/111950078821858395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/06/shaving.html' title='Shaving'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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-10313434.post-111922575953718610</id><published>2005-06-19T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T17:02:39.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smores</title><content type='html'>I am really happy with the way my life is going right now.  Yup.  I miss my chums though.  I had a really good time this weekend.  And anything else I have to say no one would care about so I wont go into long details. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if anyone ever goes down to six flags lemme know:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love most of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-111922575953718610?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/111922575953718610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=111922575953718610&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/111922575953718610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/111922575953718610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/06/smores.html' title='Smores'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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-10313434.post-111845926796421556</id><published>2005-06-10T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T20:07:47.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excitedness</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I am gooing to my friend Elizabeth's house!  AND I'm driving all by myself.  Im a big kid now!  Emily, Mal, Becca, and Abby will be there also!  Oh I miss them!  WOOT it's going to be simply wonderful.  Then We are all going to Ruth's party and then Em, Mal, and I are coming to camp! YAY!!!  okay im off...It's storming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terminated&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-111845926796421556?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/111845926796421556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=111845926796421556&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/111845926796421556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/111845926796421556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/06/excitedness.html' title='Excitedness'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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-10313434.post-111829028681246389</id><published>2005-06-08T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T21:11:26.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stay off the sidewalks</title><content type='html'>^I got my lisence today!  I didn't fail.  The lady said I did really good and stuff.  I'm just glad I don't have to do it again.  I was going to wear my duck shirt for the picture.  I searched all over for it. The laundry.  My closet.  My dresser.  It was NOwhere!!!  Then I remembered that I wore it on Friday so Kyla and I would match.  I must have thrown it on the floor in her room after I changed.  I actyually have the craziest memory.  I never remember anything of importance.  Only stupid stuff.  I remember thinking when I threw my shirt on the floor that Kyla might think it was hers.  I also remember thinking that I wouldn't forget to pick it up.  But alas, I am in igitfool.  Okay so back to my license... I saw lots of people get their pictures taken.  They all looked like mug shots.  I told myself I was going to smile and have a good picture.  Yeah so I felt retarded.  The lady told me all the stuff I did wrong and crap and I felt small.  THEN they expect me to look happy?!?!  I tried really hard.  But the smile was so fake.  On my lisence I look really fat too cuz they squished and stretched my face.  AHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I showed Tom and he hit me and said people weren't supposed to look good in their DL picture.  I don't know what he was talking about though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*brain Fart*  I had something really good but I forgot it now.  I dont think it had anything to do with my DL though.    I feel really sad now.  Oh man.  This upsets me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.  So anyways.  I went to camp fire tonight.  I was in a super good mood.  Feeling really social and jolly.  I saw my neighbor who I hadn't seen for a long time.(he was in iraq or something) Anyways I went over and was talking to him and he was making this face at me.  Kinda like he was growling.  So one side of his mouth was in a snarl.  Anyways I was like, "Youn need the other side of your mouth to curl up too.  That's called a smile."  Or what ever I said, It all makes sense to me but nobody thinks like Hannah Klusmeyer.  Immediatley after I said that, I regreted my words.  Sean just looked at me and had a kinda confused look on his face.  He started to laugh, "you haven't changed a bit."  me. "huh?"  Sean. "still a clown.  But that was pretty funny."   I really hate saying this but, His voice is kinda sexy.  He talks like Vin Deasel or ...well...you know who I mean&lt;em&gt;.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I really must be off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-111829028681246389?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/111829028681246389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=111829028681246389&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/111829028681246389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/111829028681246389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/06/stay-off-sidewalks.html' title='stay off the sidewalks'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-111792919975334965</id><published>2005-06-04T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T19:06:20.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 3</title><content type='html'>on Friday morning I got up at 6 20! I slept in for school! Kyla and I went to our final day of sophomore year. I took my german test in Pastor Wrights office. I was so lonely. I think I have ADD. I just get so distracted. okay anyways. I hope I did alright. But I did aweful on my history exam! I got a 48%!!!! But with the curve I did pretty good and I passed that cursed class with a b- I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Chapel and sat with Mal and Liz like always. Oh I miss them already! Sarah W. sang. Her voice is gorgeous. Made my arms all gooosebumply. I said goodbye to my friends that I could find eventhough I would see them all in about 10 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyla and I went back to her house and I waved at mr Lauber. He smiled and waved back. Once at home we had to run to the store to get bread. on the way back to her house we were talking about getting married. I asked her, "how old do you(drive past farm of cows. I rolld down window) HEEYYYYY COOOOOOWWWWW!!!!!!!(close window) think you will be when you get married. Kyla started laughing so hard. then she said early twenties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inbetween this time and 1:30, I got pretty. We were off to the church for pictures. It was long and boring and mine eyes hurted. at 3 people started showing up for the wedding. I saw lots of people I knew. at 3 30 everyone sat down and the music started. the groomsmen walked out of their little room and all the bridesmaids lined up. I was second to walk down the isle. I was soooo nervous that I was going to trip on my dress or walk to fast or walk at the wrong time. Nissa told me when to go though. So I was walking and I almost tripped. I hate when people look at you. I felt retarded. I sort of tripped into Jacob schable. So nobody really noticed. My dad started the ceromony and I stoof there for about 45 to fifty minutes. His sermon thing was exactly 27 minutes long! I could have died! Mr. Tom introduced the new mr and mrs Nathan Klusmeyer! I have a sister! Jake and I walked down the isle again. Abby said that I was shaking my head but I think it was just bobbing funny. I dont know. I just hope nobody else noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyla, Katelyn,Brooke and I went to the dinner.  Dinner was good.  I had chicken.  I'll skip to the dance now...  I was waiting for becky, emily, and becca to come.  Mal did not come.  I miss her.  SO anyways kyle and kaci and some others came before them.  We had the grand march.  I could hear people yelling out my name.  I prolly got pretty red but it was dark so people hopefully didnt notice.  Nate and Shree had to walk inbetween all the wedding party couples and stop ar each one and kiss.  I felt very uncomfortable.  yeah so finally the dancing started.  Not a lot of people were dancing at first so I was running around looking for abby and liz.  we were all dancing and having a good time.  Emily and Becca came!  I cant really remember when Becky came but it was before becca and emily.  Okay so I really suck at dancing but I love it so much.  I prolly look really retarded when I dance too.  Like it matters though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some champagne.  It tasted really nummy.  Yeah...My parents were there.  So anyways I like dancing.  I danced with matthew, keith, jake, jared, abby(my date), kyle(we polkad(?) too), and andy.  It got very hot.  Especially with my dress on.  So Kyle and I headed out to the patio.  Pooor kyle, my mother caught him and was shaking his hand.  I just kept walking though cuz I was really hyper and high on life.  Then I realized I left him there and turned around and she was still holding his hand.  I grabbed his hand away from my mom and told  her we were going outside.  It was very nice outside.  Still warm but much cooler.  We sat at a corner table and talked fer a while.  He threw a rock in the street.  then tried to show me where it landed.  I remember looking at this window with a girls face painted on it.  I saw it this morning when I drove by.  When we were walking inside to go dance we stopped at the table with all the cake on it.  then he grabbed a peice and started eating it(he shared with me too.)  Oh my bob!  That was the funniest though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew and I made up a dance.  Well...actually HE made up the dance and I tried to learn it.  Oh good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the groomsmen were drunkish and they all told me I was a "very beautiful young women and no one should tell me otherwise"  I asked Noah if he was drunk and He was like "Nooo, Hannah, Im very serrriiiouss." in his cute noah voice.  Yeah.  Andy Aird started dancing with me to the "barbie" song.  I was frightened actually.  He had this weird look on hois face and got very close.  yep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im going now.  I am very tired and such...ttul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-111792919975334965?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/111792919975334965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=111792919975334965&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/111792919975334965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/111792919975334965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/06/june-3.html' title='June 3'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-111776491266952322</id><published>2005-06-02T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T19:15:12.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>endlich</title><content type='html'>Finally the day is tomorrow.  School will finally be over, Nate and Ahnsharee will be married, Ill have five very kewl sisters.  Hurray! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my bob.  I did so bad on my history exam today.  I guessed on almost all of them.  there were only like twenty out of like 500 that I actually knew.  It's so sad.  I hope I at least passed that class.  But if Billy Mann passes, I shall surely pass.  I did pretty bad on algebra too.  Oh it would be aweful if I had to retake that dreadful class.  Eh I just dont even care about school anymore.  I dont know why I am even wasting my time writing this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is going to kick ass!  Im so excited for it.  I can't believe that it has actually come.  and I get to sleep in for an hour!  yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i promise to give details to anyone that it may interest even though they will all be there... meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terminated&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-111776491266952322?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/111776491266952322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=111776491266952322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/111776491266952322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/111776491266952322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/06/endlich.html' title='endlich'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-111734338605914240</id><published>2005-05-29T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T22:13:05.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lame movies</title><content type='html'>Today I slept for like 12 hours. Oh it felt so nice to sleep longer. I was supposed to go to my cousin's graduation. I got up too late though so I decided to just stay home. I watched Harry Potter and did a little scrapbooking. Showered. Dressed. Went to return a book to Emily K. Talked to Angie York for a while. THEN I went to return the book. Emily and I watched Robin Hood. Then Angie came over and wanted to play bad mitten (?) I dragged Emily along and we had much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily and I went to town to get some movies and licrous(SP?)  At the Movie Gallery when I gave the guy my card he was like "name?"  "Hannah Klusmeyer"  "your not on the account"  "I used it not even two weeks ago!  What do you mean I'm not on there?!?!"  Then he realized that he couldn't read and that it was right there in front of him.   on the way back I talked to Emily's Boyfriend(?) on the phone cuz she was driving. It is dangerous to talk on the phone when driving. I hope none of you do it. You could DIE! And then what would I do?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went over to Isa's house cuz that's where all the people were. Brendan was acting very silly. Tom, Emily, Angie and I looked at the dune buggy. Brendan came over again and was being really silly. We were going to go watch a movie that SY rented. Brendan swore and offended...Then he appologized many a times. Angie and I went inside the house and left Emily with brendan. Realizing what we did we went back to get Emily. B told me that I was possibly the kewlest girl he ever knew(?) I don't know where that came from. I told him that it had been my life long goal to make him think I was kewl. He pointed out my sarcasticness and said I ruined our relationship. I somehow managed to make it all good again though. B said he knew 2/3 of Wutoma and would set me up with some guy. Any age I wanted. I said wow... I only know like 1/1000 of Wautoma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Time Lapse*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started watching ALONE IN THE DARK. Possibly the worst movie made this millenium. I advise you NOT to see this movie. Everything EVERYTHING sucked about it. There was this really lame part in it. A group of people were in this cave thing and there was some weird sign in some wierd language that said: If you made it here alive. You are dead already. LAME!!! then some girl died and as the rest of the people were walking away the "dead" girl was still seen but you saw her start to lift up her head. Terrible. I can't believe no one caught that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im off to get some sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-111734338605914240?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/111734338605914240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=111734338605914240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/111734338605914240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/111734338605914240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/05/lame-movies.html' title='Lame movies'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-111698879487710533</id><published>2005-05-24T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T19:39:55.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nate and I were just playing this game.  Many of you have played it somewheres.  Standing a shoulderwidth apart you try to hit each others hands.  Try to make them lose their balance.  Keep yours.  I don't know why but we kept laughing.  I won many a times.  Once when Nate tried to hit my hands he snorted.  It ws he-larryous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until next Friday.  Two reasons.  School is over.  Nate and Shree get married.  Oh.  It's going to be so much fun.  Nate said I could invite some friends to the dance thingy after the wedding and dinner.  Yay.  Becky, Em, Abby(my date.haha), Liz, Becca (?), Mal and maybe some other party people will all be there.  I'm super excited.  It will be so much fun.  I love dancing.  I love my brother.  I love my party people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh after school I was feeling soo murderous towards Mr. Theisfeldt.  I went to retake my Algebra test and yadayada ya I was doing great but I was too slow and didn't get to finish it.  I asked him if I could finish it at lunch tomorrow and he was like "no.  You have to either finish it now or redue it all tomorrow."  Well I was very upset already because I had to leave right away to get to the bus.  SO I just through my test away.  Told him he wasted my time.  Left.  Right then I could have shot him.  I hate him and his monotonous voice and his stupid hand motions.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay left today for Arizona and he did not say good bye to me.  Shows ya how impportant I was in his life.  I do not feel important in many peoples lives.  That is prolly cuz I am not so I guess I don't mind.  As long as my party poeple love me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while I did not read.  I could not.  I would not.  I did not want to.  But I found a really good book.  I never want to not read again.  I love reading.  I love how I can escape from my reality into a place that nobody knows.  Oh I saw Ruth's yearbook from this year (I get mine tomorrow.  Yay.)  There is a picture of me and Emily (and Katie).  I am reading a romance novel.  Oh I miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-111698879487710533?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/111698879487710533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=111698879487710533&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/111698879487710533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/111698879487710533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/05/nate-and-i-were-just-playing-this-game.html' title=''/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-111673227258591397</id><published>2005-05-21T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T20:24:32.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Pepper...you make the world taste better...</title><content type='html'>Bethany and Alissa visited me!!!  I have friends!!!  It was fun but I was really tired and stuff and I keep talking really slow...I used keep becuase I still am.  We went out for breakfast this morn at Charlie's cafe.  Charlie is a dog.  I think I saw him once when I went there in the summer.  But this time I only saw a picture.  I got french toast (my usual.)  A fruit cup.  some coffee/espresso thing.  I dont know.  It was what ever the other two got.  It tasted pretty good...I like chinnos better though.  I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we paid the bill the waiter guy said to me, "you don't go to Wautoma do you?" &lt;br /&gt;"no" &lt;br /&gt;"I didn't think you looked familiar"&lt;br /&gt;To Beth and Alissa-"where are you from?" &lt;br /&gt;Together-"Appleton"&lt;br /&gt;I forget the rest but he asked where I went and I was like fond du lac...he asked why...I said christian school.  In my head I was like yay now I get to witness to him.  He mad me kinda sad but yet glad.  He said he went to a christian school all his life.  I guess it's still kewl but I wanted a chance to witness my faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate and I went to Appleton after Beth and Alissa left.  We saw star wars.  Very dark.  Very good.  I loved it.  After that we went to the mall and I bought nate a book.  In EXPRESS  we were about to leave and this guy walks up next to me (he worked there.)  He said something about a book.  I just kinda looked at him and then he was all like blah blah blah.  I didn't really understand what he was saying.  I was so confused.  then he startedsaying how he could spot a book from a mile away and how he was such a big nerd.  I laughed.  It was so funny.  I doubted he was actually a nerd cuz they prolly wouldnt hire nerds.  But if he was he was a pretty kewl nerd.  yup.  Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna buy Pumas but they didnt have any more in my size.  I was sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I am really tired.  Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-111673227258591397?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/111673227258591397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=111673227258591397&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/111673227258591397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/111673227258591397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/05/dr-pepperyou-make-world-taste-better.html' title='Dr. Pepper...you make the world taste better...'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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-10313434.post-111638038529059878</id><published>2005-05-17T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T18:39:45.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well...</title><content type='html'>I kinda look like a poodle...again.  Only this time even more like a poodle.  *sobbs*  I have a 7-11 page paper due on friday.  I WILL get it done!!!  It may be the worst paper she corrects or whatever she does with them...but it WILL be done on time!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some rather disturbing stories though before I start my paper...&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday I was at this restaurant in New Ulm.  I had to p.  So I went to the lavoratory.  There was this little punk boy in there: No you can't!- he yelled at me.  I was like what the HELL is he doing in here?!  Invasion of my female privacy.  SO anyways I was doing my buisness and all the sudden he is like looking at me through the crack!  I was ready to punch the little fart!  I said: Go AWAY!  he didn't listen.  Bu tthen his mom noticed.  I don't know what the crap she could have possibly been thinking letting him in there and not even pay attention to him.  Well she called him a pervert and yelled at him.  So anyways after THAT loverly experience I was on my way back to our tble which was really hard to find cuz it was in some back room.  Some waiter guy stops me *looks at my chest*  What's your shirt say? Oh.  Just Bee Your Self.  I like it.  Where'd you get it? (never made eye contact!)  me: *in a small embarassed voice*  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;American Eagle.  (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Notice how I made the type small too.)  Okay on with the story...He was like where?  I repeated it.  Havent you ever heard of it?!?!?! you gross man?  I feel so violated.  I felt like I should have taken a shower.  WITH my clothes on in case anyone would be watching!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm well we got aour schedules for next year already... I think i'm okay with most of it...I like the periods I have them so yeah here's mine:&lt;br /&gt;1st block: English III&lt;br /&gt;2nd block: STD Hall&lt;br /&gt;3rd block: Geometry&lt;br /&gt;4th block: German II&lt;br /&gt;5th block: Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;6th block: Woods intro&lt;br /&gt;7th block: Religion III&lt;br /&gt;8th block: Am. Gvt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was first semester second semester is different...&lt;br /&gt;1st: Same&lt;br /&gt;2nd: Geography 3&lt;br /&gt;3rd: Same&lt;br /&gt;4th: Same&lt;br /&gt;5th: Same&lt;br /&gt;6th: Cabinet Woods&lt;br /&gt;7th: Same&lt;br /&gt;8th: STD Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep...I have not found any friends that are in wood.  I almost regret signing up for that class...unless some really hott guy is in my class and we fall in love (like that would ever happen) Okay i have to go do some stupid projects now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terminated&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-111638038529059878?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/111638038529059878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=111638038529059878&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/111638038529059878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/111638038529059878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/05/well.html' title='well...'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-111621009120580716</id><published>2005-05-15T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T19:21:31.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For all of this</title><content type='html'>Im lazy.  I jist realized that I dont feel like blogging anymore. All I want to do is read a book.  So I think I may do just that.  After I chat it up with a few people first, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-111621009120580716?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/111621009120580716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=111621009120580716&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/111621009120580716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/111621009120580716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/05/for-all-of-this.html' title='For all of this'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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-10313434.post-111595776344319987</id><published>2005-05-12T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T21:16:03.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No school!</title><content type='html'>Psalm 118:17  "I will not die but live, and will proclaim what the LORD has done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thanx guys fer yer comments.  I think that I will not have a date for the first wedding though cuz it would totally suck for the person cuz they would jist sit there.  Unless they jist came to the dance but meh...I'll Jist take Mal(or one of those guys).  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sy, Matthew, Beth, Tom, and I went to Culver's at 9 pm.  It was chilly.  But delicious.  I ordered a cake dish thingy with peanut butter and they said I couldn't have that but I COULD have it with a cone.  I didn't think it made sense but I was jist like "whatever...I'm hungry"  Anyways so the guy didn't know how to keep the PB from dripping so he jist put it in a dish.  My thoughts were "that's what I wanted in the first place, genious" *sigh*  It was tasty none the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow My mother, father, and I are going to Minnesota to see Nate graduate.  I want to jist appear there without having to go through the long ride.  But I jist bought a new Fox Trot book!!!  WOOT!!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terminated&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-111595776344319987?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/111595776344319987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=111595776344319987&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/111595776344319987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/111595776344319987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-school.html' title='No school!'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-111585469242947933</id><published>2005-05-11T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T16:38:12.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>earwax</title><content type='html'>Jeremiah 40:15 "Then Johanan son of Kareah said privately to Gedaliah in Mizpah, "Let me go and kill Ishmael son of Nethaniah, and no one will know it.  Why should he take your life and cause all the Jews who are gathered around you to be scattered and the remnant of Judah to perish?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ear-wax &lt;/strong&gt;n.   The waxlike secretion of certain glands lining the canal of the outter ear; cerumen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Friday.  No school!!!  Five hours in a hot van with my parents??? Not so exciting.  But at least I will be driving and I can listen to some good music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find a date for two weddings!!! ahhhhh!  Like anyone would go with me.  plus I'm a girl...whoever I ask is going to be turned off by my asking them.  Maybe I will hint and he will get it. hahaha Then he will be like can I be your date?  I mean all I need is someone to sit at a table and eat free yummy food and maybe dance a little bit.  AHHHH!!! this is bad! oh bad! oh bad! oh bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-111585469242947933?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/111585469242947933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=111585469242947933&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/111585469242947933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/111585469242947933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/05/earwax.html' title='earwax'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-111569230686207104</id><published>2005-05-09T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T19:31:46.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lickety-split</title><content type='html'>I saw an evil bird today.  It chased a cute little squirrel into the road and my dad ran it over.  I turned around and I saw the squirrel twitching and flopping around.  SWOOP!  the bird was on it in an instint.  Poor little Fluffy Kins.  Out there in the world right now there is a family of squirrels missing thier father/mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well last week or soemthing like that Becky told me that she used to pick a random bible verse and post it and a random word.  I think it sounds like fun.  I'm going to go open a dictionary and point to a word.  There.  I made the word my title. &lt;br /&gt;lick-e-ty - split  adv.   With great speed [formed from LICK and SPLIT] &lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 30:21  Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, "This is the way; walk in it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kinda depressed now from writing my obituary so I think I am going to go to bed.  Night all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-111569230686207104?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/111569230686207104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=111569230686207104&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/111569230686207104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/111569230686207104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/05/lickety-split.html' title='lickety-split'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-111549193432566601</id><published>2005-05-07T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T10:09:40.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And such</title><content type='html'>Well anyways everyone decided that they were going to stay at Becca and Abby's house last night. Becky and Gibbs came right away but I went to the track meet to support my friends and such. Got to the meet and I was like "holy heifers its hot outside!" But I was decieved because it started to rain. Then there was a friggen tornado warning. There is always a tornado warning in fond du lac. It's so dumb. Anyways I saw some good friends last night and it was good to see them. I hadnt seen some of them since December and others I saw like only two weeks ago. Anyways yeah...did some running through puddles and standing in the hail and rain and such. I saw Ryan standing there when the rain had stopped and he was completely dry. What a pansy. So I started running towards him like I was gonna give him a hug and I was so wet and I got him all wet. Haha sucker. yeah and then I told him he had hobbit feet and he was all conscience about it. I didnt man to be mean but whatever. So then some other stuff happened...I saw Tyler at the begining of the meet and I Yelled, "Shinnick" and he was all like who said that. I was waving so he would see me and then he waved and walked away. Fun times...so many a time passes and it was the end of the meet. I was sad cuz I didnt really get to talk with Matt at all but I saw him when we were heading out so that made me all happy and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to WLA and put on the dry pants and socks I had in my locker and Emily and I started to head to Montello. We stopped at culv's and I saw Dan! Dan is the Culvers Man!!! Everytime I go with Ruth and Gibbs he's there...minus that one time he wasn't. I don't think he recognized me though...I think hes slimin down though. Good times there on the way out Em saw this guy with a blue shirt on and she said in her high-when-she-gets-excited-or-yells voice, "Hey!!! I ran in that run!" He was like "yeah...how'd you do?" Em- "pretty good" *meanwhile the two girls the guy was with were looking Em up and down with that look on their faces*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at da Brown's house and Becky and Gibbs gave us a warm welcome and showed us the food they bought fer the pardee. They got pizza pringles jist fer me! *smiles* We went upstairs and abby told us about her dream...hahaha. Everybody else came about a half hour later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am feeling really lazy and I jist want to say...The Amish are amazing people...We all stopped at the Amish bakery after Becca got her hair all did. We didnt even make it to the door *There was a box o' puppies. So you guys...I honestly want a little puppy. My birthday was like a month ago fer those of you who missed it...haha j/k (speaking of birthdays...Happy birthday Josh!!!) We eventually made it inside the bakery and bought 8 er so doughnuts *stomach makes huge rumble at thought of them* The Amish sure know how to bake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made Liz look like a Whore *cough*Dregger*Coughs*...woops She was pretty sexy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca looked amazing. I hope she is having a good time right now. I cant wait til everybody gets there pictures developed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im tied and sick...im going now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry this was totally lame but i was jist trying to remember everything that happened...Im not really great with details unless you talk to me in person and have my full attention...then maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terminated&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-111549193432566601?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/111549193432566601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=111549193432566601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/111549193432566601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/111549193432566601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/05/and-such.html' title='And such'/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313434.post-111517492246963962</id><published>2005-05-03T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T19:48:42.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ali German found my cds!!!!!  That made my day so incredibly great.  Even though it wasnt really.  But my week is pretty good too so far.  But YAY!!!! my cds have been found!!!!  I missed them so much!  I had jist given up hope that they were gone forever and now they are here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dinner Jay told me he would come back to Wisconsin fer my wedding...I laughed and said "like that would ever happen"  then he was telling me about how he and Missy are like 6 or 7 years apart and when he was a senior in college she was a freshman  in highschool.  and when he was eight she was jist an infant... and well you get it.  So I said that fer prom next year im going to take a fifth grader lol and say he could be my future hubby.  haha or maybe I'll take some guy thats over twentyone cuz it could go both ways.  And anyways girls mature fasture than the guys. Ok well I am so tired...im out&lt;br /&gt;Hans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10313434-111517492246963962?l=bluequerida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/feeds/111517492246963962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10313434&amp;postID=111517492246963962&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/111517492246963962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10313434/posts/default/111517492246963962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluequerida.blogspot.com/2005/05/ali-german-found-my-cds-that-made-my.html' title=''/><author><name>sillyhans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09348302506883851192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
