<?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-3257597485277056749</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:32:45.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Girl Power!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/SaQwmt8X02I/AAAAAAAAAGk/tbUa7300oVY/S220/SDC10344.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257597485277056749.post-8722384034904116195</id><published>2009-05-05T11:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T11:24:13.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weirdly Awesome Story</title><content type='html'>The long scar just below his left eye shown quite well in this lit airport. If you didn't know him you'd be quite scared of him. But this was my boy friend, the love of my life and no matter even if you did &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;squint&lt;/span&gt; hard and STILL couldn't get past his ugliness, he was still mine. All mine. We've been together for a year now and we are heading to Leeds, England so that I could meet his parents. His parents were the King and Queen of England, but he was like the ugly step-child, but still very sweet and utterly perfect for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/SgBxyvIk5xI/AAAAAAAAAHc/N_e9fU0HWRg/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/SgBxyvIk5xI/AAAAAAAAAHc/N_e9fU0HWRg/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332387075266504466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (my man Kristopher)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well while we were sitting there waiting some &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;immature&lt;/span&gt; children and their irresponsible mother pulled out some horrible stinking &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;onions&lt;/span&gt;. They just started chowing down like it was nothing. People around them started wrinkling up their noses at the stench. The food court wasn't but a hundred paces from them and they pull those out?! Revolting smell. Then I heard what I've been wanting to hear for the past three hours; "Flight 09 heading to Leeds, England is now boarding."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go babe." I looked at Kristopher as he held his hand out to me. I took it in mine and started walking to gate 90 with the love of my life. I was uber happy to be away from the stench of the waiting area. I just about got super sick from it. As we get past security the gate person asked to see our tickets, so we showed them to him, well he sent us through another way to the plane because of Kristopher's royality. As we were walking in they wanted to see what they called "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;credentials&lt;/span&gt;," but of course I'm stupid and didn't know what they meant, but good thing my baby did. Anyways,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  my life long dream came true when we walked into the first class private cab of the plane. There sat the Spice Girls and their families. I looked at Kristopher with my mouth dropped. He just smiled as he took me to sit beside Melanie Chisholm and her baby Scarlett. I got to play with Victoria Beckham's, Melanie Brown's, Emma Bunton's, and Geri Halliwell's kids and I had a blast with them. We became life long friends and Kristopher and I got married 3 months later and had 55 kids and were filthy rich and everyone lived happily ever after....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or is it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257597485277056749-8722384034904116195?l=shyla2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8722384034904116195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257597485277056749&amp;postID=8722384034904116195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/8722384034904116195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/8722384034904116195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-weirdly-awesome-story.html' title='My Weirdly Awesome Story'/><author><name>Girl Power!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/SaQwmt8X02I/AAAAAAAAAGk/tbUa7300oVY/S220/SDC10344.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/SgBxyvIk5xI/AAAAAAAAAHc/N_e9fU0HWRg/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257597485277056749.post-4063091956947475712</id><published>2009-05-01T11:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:59:17.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swine Flu!!</title><content type='html'>So I don't really think much about it. I think that if we would've just closed our borders earlier than we wouldn't have all this none sense. I think in a way this is the way the world is going to end, because this is the first of some type of plague and it's ALL over the world, not just here in the United States. If we knew that, that stupid flu came from Mexico then why would we have kept the borders open and let stuff spread all over the world? I'm not sure really about much I know that this stupid flu can spread fast and can kill people and people in Spain now have to wear masks or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if this gets anymore out of hand I think everyone should be quarantined to their houses or towns or something. But if our graduation date is moved up I will be super ticked off!!! I want to graduate on the 29th no matter how much it's killing me to get out, but I don't want to cut my senior year short. I think this stupid stuff needs to just leave and not infect anyone else...it will ruin my life if it keeps up!! Ugh....too many emotions from it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257597485277056749-4063091956947475712?l=shyla2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/feeds/4063091956947475712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257597485277056749&amp;postID=4063091956947475712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/4063091956947475712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/4063091956947475712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/swine-flu.html' title='Swine Flu!!'/><author><name>Girl Power!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/SaQwmt8X02I/AAAAAAAAAGk/tbUa7300oVY/S220/SDC10344.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257597485277056749.post-7232220876659792214</id><published>2009-04-08T11:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:54:19.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Influential-Charla Jenkins</title><content type='html'>I think the most influential teacher I've had was Mrs. Jenkins, my sophmore english teacher. My sophmore year was a super horrible year for me and Mrs. Jenkins was always so happy and upbeat so it always made my day much better to go to her class. I loved her class. I may have not been the best student, cause I do remember being a straight up jerk to her in class a few times (which I feel SOO bad for), but she has been the best teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a real good role model for Christians. So lively and always smiling. From what I know about her she's a strong person and I really look up to her for that. And when I had those really bad days and said something jerkish to her in class, she was still super nice to me. At times I'm surprised she wasn't mean back, but she never was. I remember a day I got sent to the office and got swats and I came back to her class and was crying and she was being SOO sweet. So despite me being horrible person in her class at times she was always the bright cheerful person she always was and it made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll be someone I'll remember forever for her good christian attitude, kindness, caring, perserverence and her love for teaching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257597485277056749-7232220876659792214?l=shyla2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/feeds/7232220876659792214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257597485277056749&amp;postID=7232220876659792214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/7232220876659792214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/7232220876659792214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/2009/04/most-influential-charla-jenkins.html' title='Most Influential-Charla Jenkins'/><author><name>Girl Power!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/SaQwmt8X02I/AAAAAAAAAGk/tbUa7300oVY/S220/SDC10344.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257597485277056749.post-2342879306406699728</id><published>2009-04-07T09:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T09:26:55.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So....</title><content type='html'>I'm super tired all the time.&lt;br /&gt;My meds always kick in and make me that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I don't feel very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw...I can't skip a day of my medicine cause, from what I found out, I'll have one of the worst days ever. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thoughts. It's all good in da hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still uber tired yo.&lt;br /&gt;Only 36 more days of school...yay!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257597485277056749-2342879306406699728?l=shyla2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/feeds/2342879306406699728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257597485277056749&amp;postID=2342879306406699728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/2342879306406699728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/2342879306406699728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/2009/04/so.html' title='So....'/><author><name>Girl Power!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/SaQwmt8X02I/AAAAAAAAAGk/tbUa7300oVY/S220/SDC10344.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257597485277056749.post-42314078473986891</id><published>2009-03-13T11:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T11:41:53.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comic Strip!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/SbqMu1R9RnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/C3MBMC5hI_I/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/SbqMu1R9RnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/C3MBMC5hI_I/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312713446641190514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257597485277056749-42314078473986891?l=shyla2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/feeds/42314078473986891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257597485277056749&amp;postID=42314078473986891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/42314078473986891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/42314078473986891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/2009/03/comic-strip.html' title='Comic Strip!!'/><author><name>Girl Power!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/SaQwmt8X02I/AAAAAAAAAGk/tbUa7300oVY/S220/SDC10344.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/SbqMu1R9RnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/C3MBMC5hI_I/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257597485277056749.post-4812121047821761166</id><published>2009-03-11T11:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T11:46:46.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem</title><content type='html'>As I walk through these halls,&lt;br /&gt;I can hear it all,&lt;br /&gt;The pain and the agony,&lt;br /&gt;And the friendship calls.&lt;br /&gt;I've been with these people,&lt;br /&gt;For twelve years now,&lt;br /&gt;We're about to leave,&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder how.&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the playground,&lt;br /&gt;The childish fights?&lt;br /&gt;What happened to roller blades,&lt;br /&gt;And our bikes?&lt;br /&gt;Now we hang at the park,&lt;br /&gt;And drive nice cars,&lt;br /&gt;We've all gotten so close,&lt;br /&gt;But yet so far.&lt;br /&gt;We've been through bomb threats,&lt;br /&gt;Crashes and falls,&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't really mattered,&lt;br /&gt;Cause we stuck through it all.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss the laughs,&lt;br /&gt;All the hugs and smiles,&lt;br /&gt;Because through our pain,&lt;br /&gt;We've made it worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss this hall,&lt;br /&gt;And where all my friends stood,&lt;br /&gt;We're leaving this place,&lt;br /&gt;Just like I thought we could.&lt;br /&gt;Graduation is coming,&lt;br /&gt;This adventure is about to end,&lt;br /&gt;But it's ok,&lt;br /&gt;Because another one is around the bend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257597485277056749-4812121047821761166?l=shyla2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/feeds/4812121047821761166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257597485277056749&amp;postID=4812121047821761166' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/4812121047821761166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/4812121047821761166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/2009/03/poem.html' title='Poem'/><author><name>Girl Power!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/SaQwmt8X02I/AAAAAAAAAGk/tbUa7300oVY/S220/SDC10344.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257597485277056749.post-672784579416546868</id><published>2009-03-10T11:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:00:36.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Salem Witch Trials</title><content type='html'>Dearest Church,&lt;br /&gt;You have known me since I was a little kid. I've always followed the Lord in every aspect of my life and if I did wrong I always asked for forgiveness before you as a whole. I've been a follower of the Lord since I was only 8 years old and He has been the light of my world, so why would I start to disobey Him now? The only person that you should suspect would be Old Man Jenkins. You know he's always damning people and being mean to the town kids. He's the one that's always saying that he'll send us to hell for looking at him wrong. God is my life and I wouldn't go against Him, but I think that Old Man Jenkins has put a curse on me. Please help me!! I can't stand it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Help,&lt;br /&gt;Shyla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I was lieing about him, and I know that if I put someone elses life in danger, then they will get killed and probably me too if I get convicted. So I guess it doesn't matter what I say. So I don't care. Kill me. I know I'm innocent and so does God. So it's what ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257597485277056749-672784579416546868?l=shyla2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/feeds/672784579416546868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257597485277056749&amp;postID=672784579416546868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/672784579416546868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/672784579416546868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/2009/03/salem-witch-trials.html' title='Salem Witch Trials'/><author><name>Girl Power!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/SaQwmt8X02I/AAAAAAAAAGk/tbUa7300oVY/S220/SDC10344.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257597485277056749.post-1785409312500235837</id><published>2009-02-27T11:27:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T11:56:32.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DinoSore Detectives</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/Sago4DAQBjI/AAAAAAAAAHE/yiXOTQJU9bE/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/Sago4DAQBjI/AAAAAAAAAHE/yiXOTQJU9bE/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307537104200271410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Who's THAT cool?!&lt;br /&gt;ME!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257597485277056749-1785409312500235837?l=shyla2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/feeds/1785409312500235837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257597485277056749&amp;postID=1785409312500235837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/1785409312500235837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/1785409312500235837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-real-by-dinosore-detectives.html' title='DinoSore Detectives'/><author><name>Girl Power!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/SaQwmt8X02I/AAAAAAAAAGk/tbUa7300oVY/S220/SDC10344.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/Sago4DAQBjI/AAAAAAAAAHE/yiXOTQJU9bE/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257597485277056749.post-4551380678327150220</id><published>2009-02-26T10:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T11:51:13.654-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Semester Baby!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;10.  Schools almost out&lt;br /&gt;9. School starts to slow down slightly&lt;br /&gt;8. Rain starts to show up&lt;br /&gt;7. SPRING BREAK!!&lt;br /&gt;6. Sandals&lt;br /&gt;5. Colorado!!&lt;br /&gt;4. Kids play outside&lt;br /&gt;3. Taks test, because we now don't have to take it!&lt;br /&gt;2. SWIMMING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;1. GGRRAADDUUAATTIIOONN!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257597485277056749-4551380678327150220?l=shyla2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/feeds/4551380678327150220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257597485277056749&amp;postID=4551380678327150220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/4551380678327150220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/4551380678327150220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-is.html' title='Spring Semester Baby!!!!'/><author><name>Girl Power!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/SaQwmt8X02I/AAAAAAAAAGk/tbUa7300oVY/S220/SDC10344.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257597485277056749.post-5458909657702769551</id><published>2009-02-23T08:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T08:59:19.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted...</title><content type='html'>This weekend was the funnest and most exciting one in a while, but it was also the saddest and most confusing one too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panhandle was over fun and confusing....like straight up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257597485277056749-5458909657702769551?l=shyla2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/feeds/5458909657702769551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257597485277056749&amp;postID=5458909657702769551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/5458909657702769551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/5458909657702769551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/2009/02/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted...'/><author><name>Girl Power!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/SaQwmt8X02I/AAAAAAAAAGk/tbUa7300oVY/S220/SDC10344.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257597485277056749.post-1499988245641192265</id><published>2009-02-02T10:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:20:34.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>18 Reasons I Am Thankful For My Rents</title><content type='html'>Here are my awesome reasons........&lt;br /&gt;(btw..."they" is referring to my mom and dad and "she" is referring to my mom...)&lt;br /&gt;(my dad hasn't always been there for me my whole life..so yeah...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They love me&lt;br /&gt;2. They take care of me&lt;br /&gt;3. My mom has always been there&lt;br /&gt;4. They're funny&lt;br /&gt;5. They changed my diapers&lt;br /&gt;6. She gave birth to me&lt;br /&gt;7. She kissed my boo boos&lt;br /&gt;8. She gives me hugs&lt;br /&gt;9. She gives me kisses&lt;br /&gt;10. She takes care of me when I'm sick&lt;br /&gt;11. She keeps me fed&lt;br /&gt;12. She clothes me&lt;br /&gt;13. She's supportive&lt;br /&gt;14. She motivates me&lt;br /&gt;15. She helps me stay on track with going to church&lt;br /&gt;16. She got me a car&lt;br /&gt;17. She helped me be more responsible sooner&lt;br /&gt;18. They are sending me to college to get away from this horrid town.. YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Reasons Why My Parents Love Me&lt;br /&gt;1. Shes smart&lt;br /&gt;2. Shes beautiful&lt;br /&gt;3. Shes a christian&lt;br /&gt;4. Shes good at sports (even though she's not playing them)&lt;br /&gt;5. Shes a hard worker, in everything she does&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257597485277056749-1499988245641192265?l=shyla2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/feeds/1499988245641192265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257597485277056749&amp;postID=1499988245641192265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/1499988245641192265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/1499988245641192265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/2009/02/18-reasons-i-am-thankful-for-my-rents.html' title='18 Reasons I Am Thankful For My Rents'/><author><name>Girl Power!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/SaQwmt8X02I/AAAAAAAAAGk/tbUa7300oVY/S220/SDC10344.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257597485277056749.post-8342193620072133211</id><published>2009-01-25T13:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T13:32:43.385-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!!! The best few minutes of my life.</title><content type='html'>"Baby..."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes.."&lt;br /&gt;"Umm...would you freak if.....if i told you....umm i love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words hit me like an spear. I was in shock for a few seconds and then I realized what was said. I cant believe that actually happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No babe of course not. I love you too..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else could I have said to that?! I was too in shock. I DID mean what I said though. So I had to ask this question too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why would I have freaked when you told me that?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know...I thought that you would."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All's I could do was smile to that. Never have I felt this way about someone. It's amazing!! Yall must think I'm crazy, but I know that I'm not!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257597485277056749-8342193620072133211?l=shyla2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8342193620072133211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257597485277056749&amp;postID=8342193620072133211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/8342193620072133211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/8342193620072133211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/2009/01/wow-best-few-minutes-of-my-life.html' title='Wow!!! The best few minutes of my life.'/><author><name>Girl Power!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/SaQwmt8X02I/AAAAAAAAAGk/tbUa7300oVY/S220/SDC10344.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257597485277056749.post-955271959495315590</id><published>2009-01-16T11:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T12:03:05.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambulancemen 'decided dying man not worth saving'</title><content type='html'>Quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Two ambulancemen have been arrested by police after they were heard allegedly discussing whether they should bother to resuscitate a disabled man who had collapsed at home and subsequently died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Barry Baker, 59, who lived alone, had dialled 999 saying that he thought he was having a heart attack. An ambulance was sent to his house while a controller kept him talking on the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   By the time the ambulancemen arrived at the house in Patcham, Brighton, Mr Baker had collapsed, but the telephone line was still open and was being recorded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It is alleged that staff in the control centre heard the two medics making disparaging comments about the state of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   A police source, who asked not to be named, said that the ambulancemen were then heard discussing Mr Baker and saying “words to the effect that he was not worth saving”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The source said that the two men were allegedly first heard commenting on the untidy state of the house and then saying that it was not worth bothering to resuscitate Mr Baker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   They are said to have discussed what to tell ambulance control and decided to say that Mr Baker was already dead when they got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The controllers were said to be so shocked by what had allegedly been said that they contacted senior managers, who called the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   “Obviously the crew did not realise that the phone was still connected and, of course, the 999 call was recorded on tape,” the source said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257597485277056749-955271959495315590?l=shyla2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/feeds/955271959495315590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257597485277056749&amp;postID=955271959495315590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/955271959495315590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/955271959495315590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/2009/01/ambulancemen-decided-dying-man-not.html' title='Ambulancemen &apos;decided dying man not worth saving&apos;'/><author><name>Girl Power!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/SaQwmt8X02I/AAAAAAAAAGk/tbUa7300oVY/S220/SDC10344.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257597485277056749.post-3556710410022131162</id><published>2009-01-13T11:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:58:20.222-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/SWzUtHBfIAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/QOSmuVhp_LQ/s1600-h/DeeDeesPuppies2at7wks-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/SWzUtHBfIAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/QOSmuVhp_LQ/s320/DeeDeesPuppies2at7wks-full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290837533697974274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they go again. Scurrying through the house before the sun even shows up. I guess it means it's time I have to get up too or else my young humans will be all over me like they are every morning. They let out the babies..GREAT. Oh dang here they come; Monster, Polar Bear, Brownie, Scooter, Puffs, Skunk, and Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to keep my cool with them or I'll bite their heads off. There's something growing in the bottom of my throat as they played on me, but I have to hold it back!! I just can't take it these babies are annoying me now, so I let it go.&lt;br /&gt;"Bugs!!! Don't you dare growl at them puppies!! Or I'll put your butt out side!"&lt;br /&gt;"But I didn't mean to. They were just SOOO annoying." I protested.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh shut up and quit your whining. Go lay down somewhere."&lt;br /&gt;Great now I got in trouble with my girl human because them stupid babies wouldn't leave me alone and Princess doesn't care what they do anyways. She's a horrible mother, so she should get in trouble. I guess I'll go lay on the couch and not bother anyone.&lt;br /&gt;"BUGS!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Not again. What did I do NOW? Ok, maybe the sad doggy eyes will get her.&lt;br /&gt;"Move so I can sit down. Don't give me that look. It's not going to work."&lt;br /&gt;Great. I get yelled at and told to go lay down and now I get told to move off of the couch. This is so unfair. Spike's lazy self is still on the couch and Princess is STILL ignoring all of these babies. I'll just go outside to get away from all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/sburns/Desktop/whitedog.jpg" alt="" /&gt;"Can I go out side? Please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/SWzVQHeT3_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/Zxm8dqLrcd0/s1600-h/whitedog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/SWzVQHeT3_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/Zxm8dqLrcd0/s320/whitedog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290838135114293234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Brandon can you let Bugs out. He's at the door whining and pawing at it."&lt;br /&gt;Yes!!! Finally freedom!!! HA!! Fresh air too. I love my humans, but the best time is when I'm outside away from getting yelled at and away from Spike and Princess...jerks never get in trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257597485277056749-3556710410022131162?l=shyla2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/feeds/3556710410022131162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257597485277056749&amp;postID=3556710410022131162' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/3556710410022131162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/3556710410022131162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/2009/01/dog.html' title='Dog'/><author><name>Girl Power!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/SaQwmt8X02I/AAAAAAAAAGk/tbUa7300oVY/S220/SDC10344.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/SWzUtHBfIAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/QOSmuVhp_LQ/s72-c/DeeDeesPuppies2at7wks-full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257597485277056749.post-6861348595150263494</id><published>2009-01-09T03:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T03:58:11.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fond Memories..</title><content type='html'>I've been cleaning out my closet and the stuff I have had stored for a while now and I came across things that reminded me of my past, the easier days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories started from sixth grade and continued until the end of my sophmore year of school. A star with stickers from sixth grade english, a made up land called Orlizoid from seventh grade english, new made up "friendship" signs from eighth grade english, and all kinds of notes starting from eighth grade all the way till the end of my sophmore year that are all filled with inside jokes about limbs, coconuts, white towels, so-and-so grabs, ribit, binx, so-and-so's is so dumb, cracker, napkin sniffer...the list can go on for ever. Looking back on these things I realized my junior high and high school years have been the best, most eventful, hardest, and most challenging years of my life and I wont ever get them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that I never laugh like I did my freshman year. Never have I laughed the most in my life as I did then. When I was in junior high and early high school I actually somewhat cared about what people said about me, now that is something that I couldn't care less about because I know now that only God can define me, not humans. I am thrilled that in ways I have grown up, but in others I'm super bummed because I don't have that carefree feeling anymore. I feel as if my personality has changed tremendously the past four years. I miss being the youngest grade in high school and being picked on because of it, yet being protected because I was theirs. Yet I'm glad I'm a senior, because it's my turn to pick on my freshman, yet protect them from anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my junior high years. There was a lot of drama, yes, but isn't that what also helped you start to realize what a real friend or enemy is like? When you truly start to figure out the value of friendship? I had a best friend in the sixth grade, I will not say her name, that was inseparatable from me. Her and I could finish each other's sentences, look at each other and know what we were thinking, laugh at the same stupid thing, and we even like the same actor. I've NEVER had a friend since then that could finish my sentences like we did with each other. Though we were best friends, there were faults. She was hanging out with some people that were older than her and they ended up telling her something along the lines of if you want to hang with us then you can't be friends with Shyla anymore. I remember the day she told me. We were in history class when she told me. I cried to say the least and it was quite noticable that something was wrong between us because we never talked, but that day, the day she said she couldn't be my friend, was the day I started to realize the significance in a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junior high was also when all my problems started. When I started going to church there were four girls that automatically caught my interest and I looked up to them alot. I first remember seeing them at the swimming pool when I was elementary, they were in junior high then, but I finally got to meet them my 7th grade year in church. This group seemed inseperatable. I latched on to them quite fast and became quite good friends with this group by the time I was in 8th grade. The day things started was on a bus going to marching contest my eighth grade year, I was the band manager mind you, and I was asked a simple question by two people from this group. When I was asked this my mind automatically went into questioning mode, and I realized what was happening. This group of five people, all of whom I admired, were getting into a "fight" so to speak, and I some how or another felt caught in the middle with each side asking questions about the other side. I was simply an eighth grader confused and utterly going into downward spiral as they kept going. Because of everything going on in my life, and to add on that I had found myself in the middle of my friend's little "fight", I hit the depressed stage late my 8th grade year and progressed through my junior year of high school. The first time I cut was at Cici's Pizza in Witchta Falls, my freshman year, when we were waiting on the Ed's and everyone else to get through eating. I remember Molly F. looking at my with curious eyes and asking if I was ok. Though to this day I don't know if she realized what I was doing or not. And my last cut was when my little brother died about a year and a half ago. I have come out of my depressive state, but alot of things made it worse while I was in it. It took all my will power and God's help to get me out. Perserverence ran through my blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As weird as it sounds I had some of the best times when I was depressed and my depression will always be something precious to me, something I hold dear to. I learned much more from that state than any other time. Plus I can relate to many, many other people out there. I hold every memory in my head. Some I miss dearly and some I don't. I am sad that I'm getting older, but then age just brings on new beginnings and new experences. My junior high and high school years will allways be imprinted into my heart. The best times of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No regrets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257597485277056749-6861348595150263494?l=shyla2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/feeds/6861348595150263494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257597485277056749&amp;postID=6861348595150263494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/6861348595150263494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/6861348595150263494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/2009/01/fond-memories.html' title='Fond Memories..'/><author><name>Girl Power!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/SaQwmt8X02I/AAAAAAAAAGk/tbUa7300oVY/S220/SDC10344.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257597485277056749.post-3209459647656883709</id><published>2009-01-04T23:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:24:14.448-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...school is almost over....</title><content type='html'>This break was totally short lived, if I may say so myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester is going to be INSANE!! I'm so scared of it that I've made a schedule of how everyday will go, in general, and I have another calendar thing to where I will know what's happening on what day so I'll be able to rearrange my stuff. I know that if I was to stick to the way I have it, my semester won't be so hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schedules are not my thing, but I'm sure it'll help a lot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRADUATION IS LIKE 19 WEEKS AWAY...or something like that HA! Here I come Wayland :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257597485277056749-3209459647656883709?l=shyla2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/feeds/3209459647656883709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257597485277056749&amp;postID=3209459647656883709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/3209459647656883709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/3209459647656883709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/2009/01/wellschool-is-almost-over.html' title='Well...school is almost over....'/><author><name>Girl Power!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/SaQwmt8X02I/AAAAAAAAAGk/tbUa7300oVY/S220/SDC10344.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257597485277056749.post-3344728615658080797</id><published>2008-12-05T11:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T13:11:57.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowflakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/STlnlW_mP5I/AAAAAAAAAD4/N6enfi5x05A/s1600-h/229018xEGD_w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/STlnlW_mP5I/AAAAAAAAAD4/N6enfi5x05A/s320/229018xEGD_w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276362329966395282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days before Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;It started snowing,&lt;br /&gt;The trees were bare,&lt;br /&gt;No ground was showing.&lt;br /&gt;It was sad at first,&lt;br /&gt;But I knew there was something more,&lt;br /&gt;I had to find something to do,&lt;br /&gt;Or my life would be a bore.&lt;br /&gt;I sat and pondered,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what to do,&lt;br /&gt;It came to me,&lt;br /&gt;When I thought of you.&lt;br /&gt;You and I,&lt;br /&gt;Are different in many ways,&lt;br /&gt;We always act different,&lt;br /&gt;Almost every day.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Does everything act the same?&lt;br /&gt;I asked the snowflakes,&lt;br /&gt;When they came.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Mr. Snowflake,&lt;br /&gt;How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Are all yall the same?&lt;br /&gt;What all do yall do?"&lt;br /&gt;"Dearest girl,&lt;br /&gt;You are very bold,&lt;br /&gt;We are not the same,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm very cold.&lt;br /&gt;I have my own shape,&lt;br /&gt;Ways and forms,&lt;br /&gt;Like any other person,&lt;br /&gt;Or type of storm.&lt;br /&gt;I like to fall silently,&lt;br /&gt;And as slow as molasses,&lt;br /&gt;While Jim is noisy,&lt;br /&gt;And falls the fastest.&lt;br /&gt;Like you,&lt;br /&gt;We are very different,&lt;br /&gt;We are perfectly made,&lt;br /&gt;And from God, we're sent.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry,&lt;br /&gt;For now I must go,&lt;br /&gt;You know I can't live for long,&lt;br /&gt;As is I'm just snow."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Mr. Snowflake,&lt;br /&gt;I want to know more!"&lt;br /&gt;"I know nothing much,&lt;br /&gt;But what I had in store.&lt;br /&gt;Do watch us,&lt;br /&gt;Flutter by,&lt;br /&gt;Listen to our sounds,&lt;br /&gt;And watch the sky."&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much,&lt;br /&gt;For teaching me something,&lt;br /&gt;My heart you touched."&lt;br /&gt;As I watched,&lt;br /&gt;The wind took him down,&lt;br /&gt;He followed the rest of the snowflakes,&lt;br /&gt;Without a sound.&lt;br /&gt;I know now,&lt;br /&gt;Even if snow looks the same,&lt;br /&gt;It's always something new,&lt;br /&gt;And our awesome God is to 'blame'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257597485277056749-3344728615658080797?l=shyla2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/feeds/3344728615658080797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257597485277056749&amp;postID=3344728615658080797' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/3344728615658080797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/3344728615658080797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/2008/12/snowflakes.html' title='Snowflakes'/><author><name>Girl Power!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/SaQwmt8X02I/AAAAAAAAAGk/tbUa7300oVY/S220/SDC10344.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/STlnlW_mP5I/AAAAAAAAAD4/N6enfi5x05A/s72-c/229018xEGD_w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257597485277056749.post-4499677798888229608</id><published>2008-11-25T11:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T11:35:07.797-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Part Blog</title><content type='html'>Ok the stuff we have annually are&lt;br /&gt;Turkey, Ham, Mac n Cheese, potatoes, some kinda broccoli stuff, stuffing, rolls, corn, and A TON more stuff. Then desserts, that my grandma makes herself, pecan pie, pumpkin pie, some kind of coconut pie, chocolate pie, uhh.....the list can go on and on FOREVER lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten Reasons Why I Like The Thanksgiving Break&lt;br /&gt;1. no school&lt;br /&gt;2. family&lt;br /&gt;3. togetherness&lt;br /&gt;4. good food&lt;br /&gt;5. family&lt;br /&gt;6. love&lt;br /&gt;7. new adventures with my cousins (yes we find something interesting to do every time we get together) :)&lt;br /&gt;8. no school (again)&lt;br /&gt;9. sleeping in&lt;br /&gt;10. my birthday is ALWAYS right after the Holiday so it makes everything better for me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257597485277056749-4499677798888229608?l=shyla2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/feeds/4499677798888229608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257597485277056749&amp;postID=4499677798888229608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/4499677798888229608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/4499677798888229608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/2008/11/two-part-blog.html' title='Two Part Blog'/><author><name>Girl Power!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/SaQwmt8X02I/AAAAAAAAAGk/tbUa7300oVY/S220/SDC10344.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257597485277056749.post-1205371720153496877</id><published>2008-11-21T11:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:40:58.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Parachute....</title><content type='html'>So here are a few, cause I can't just pick 6 :)&lt;br /&gt;And this post is dedicated to Lauren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough times wont tear us apart. They'll just help make us closer. I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. God, he's done so much for me in my life and has never left me, even when I didn't want anything to do with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My mom. She's been amazing raising just me and Kallan by herself for 12 years, and shes always had a good spirit about everything. She's completely amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Jana Kay and Alayna, they were there through EVERYTHING and they're still here for me after 5 years :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Lauren, she knows EVERYTHING about me and still accepts me for who I am...That's a true friend. The ups and downs don't matter later on. Our friendship will always hold true! I love you SOO much!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My dad. He may have not been there my whole life, or I may have not been able to see him for many years, but he tries his hardest to get me what I want and in doing that he'd give up the most important things. He's always tried, and that's all that matters. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My Grandma Hallie. She's so uplifting. She's always been there for me and is constantly making sure I, and my brother and sister, have what we need when my Mom wasn't able to provide. She always has had a kind heart and firm in her beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My cousin, Kim. Shes the only cousin out of my family that knows pretty much every thought I have and is one of my best friends. She is no doubt amazing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Lacie and Matraca!! They may not say it out loud, but just seeing them and talking to them in class helps encourage me. I know they're both here for me and they help me through my tough classes!! I love them both so much!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257597485277056749-1205371720153496877?l=shyla2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/feeds/1205371720153496877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257597485277056749&amp;postID=1205371720153496877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/1205371720153496877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/1205371720153496877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/2008/11/parachute.html' title='Parachute....'/><author><name>Girl Power!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/SaQwmt8X02I/AAAAAAAAAGk/tbUa7300oVY/S220/SDC10344.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257597485277056749.post-3580050526304585856</id><published>2008-10-31T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T11:13:39.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Banning All Hallows Day and Ten Reasons Why I Like It :)</title><content type='html'>Ok, so the banning of All Hallows Day for that school, because of that guy was probably the best thing to do. The Nazis were a big thing back in the day and they made a big impact on the Jewish population. Since that school has alot of Jews it's a good thing that they did that because of that one student. Some people may not agree with it, but I, personally, think it wasnt right. It was either ban Halloween for that school or that person for wearing a Nazi suit and apparently it was easier for them to just ban it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten Reason I like All Hallows Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fun&lt;br /&gt;2. Candy&lt;br /&gt;3. New faces&lt;br /&gt;4. children&lt;br /&gt;5. community involved&lt;br /&gt;6. fun&lt;br /&gt;7. scary movies&lt;br /&gt;8. good time&lt;br /&gt;9. candy&lt;br /&gt;10. pranks&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257597485277056749-3580050526304585856?l=shyla2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/feeds/3580050526304585856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257597485277056749&amp;postID=3580050526304585856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/3580050526304585856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/3580050526304585856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/2008/10/banning-all-hallows-day-and-ten-reasons.html' title='Banning All Hallows Day and Ten Reasons Why I Like It :)'/><author><name>Girl Power!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/SaQwmt8X02I/AAAAAAAAAGk/tbUa7300oVY/S220/SDC10344.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257597485277056749.post-6911038741418614487</id><published>2008-10-24T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T11:19:06.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SAVED BY THE BELL!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok so my freshman year in my class I had Kaylie Ralston in my class and we were like BEST FRIENDS then. We sat at the front of the class right beside each other, so we were always getting i trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well one day I noticed that if I rocked back and fourth my desk would squeak, well Kaylie was tapping her foot on her cause it was off balance, mind you that these were the OLD desks that we had so they were noisey. Well we thought it was funny so we started to make as much noise as possible so all you could hear in the quiet class room was "squeak, squeak, tap, tap, squeak, tap" like continuously and out of no where Coach Rhodes was like "Burns! Ralston! How many times did I tell you to quit making noise?!" and Kaylie and I looked at each other with our mouths open and he was like "Stay after class!" Right in the middle of that sentence the bell rang and he was like "Go on to your other class. You were saved by the bell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this one time we were in class doing work and the people in the office called and asked for Shyla. Well Coach Rhodes was like "Shyla?" and I was like "Coach it's me." and he just sushed me and then they said over the intercom "Shyla Burns." and he was like "Burns is that you!?" and I was like "Yeah." He was like "I didn't know your first name. I just always called you Burns." It was SOO funny!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257597485277056749-6911038741418614487?l=shyla2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/feeds/6911038741418614487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257597485277056749&amp;postID=6911038741418614487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/6911038741418614487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/6911038741418614487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/2008/10/saved-by-bell.html' title='SAVED BY THE BELL!!!'/><author><name>Girl Power!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/SaQwmt8X02I/AAAAAAAAAGk/tbUa7300oVY/S220/SDC10344.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257597485277056749.post-4589351270271719959</id><published>2008-10-03T11:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T11:33:16.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTHDAY!!!</title><content type='html'>First off......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY COACH K!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm...so I don't really have a story to tell you, but I think my best birthday was like two years ago (I don't remember my last birthday...I think it was a bad birthday) I was like in LOVE with Lord Of The Rings and Orlando Bloom (who plays Legolas in the movie) and I got a blanket of him as Legolas and some other people from the movie on the other side, and I also got a blanket of Orlando Bloom as Will Turner off of Pirates of the Caribbean. So that was a pretty good birthday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember last year I was havin all kinds of stuff going on medically to even care about my birthday...I just remember it wasn't a good one. I do remember getting a music box which I have ALWAYS wanted. Last year wasn't a good year in general with my little brother dieing, finding out I had a heart murmur, and then RIGHT AFTER THAT I got put in the hospital for like five days and was scarred mentally for a long time....So NOT  good year OR birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257597485277056749-4589351270271719959?l=shyla2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/feeds/4589351270271719959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257597485277056749&amp;postID=4589351270271719959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/4589351270271719959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/4589351270271719959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/2008/10/birthday.html' title='BIRTHDAY!!!'/><author><name>Girl Power!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/SaQwmt8X02I/AAAAAAAAAGk/tbUa7300oVY/S220/SDC10344.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257597485277056749.post-1537288193609474728</id><published>2008-09-19T10:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T10:56:24.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Reasons Why I Like Fridays!!</title><content type='html'>1. It's Friday!!&lt;br /&gt;2. The day before the weekend&lt;br /&gt;3. Means hanging out with friends&lt;br /&gt;4. It means i get to rest from school&lt;br /&gt;5. Get to stay out later than usual&lt;br /&gt;6. Hang out with more friends&lt;br /&gt;7. And more friends&lt;br /&gt;8. More friends&lt;br /&gt;9. Sleeping late&lt;br /&gt;10. Partying (not bad partying...good ones.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257597485277056749-1537288193609474728?l=shyla2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/feeds/1537288193609474728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257597485277056749&amp;postID=1537288193609474728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/1537288193609474728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/1537288193609474728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/2008/09/10-reasons-why-i-like-fridays.html' title='10 Reasons Why I Like Fridays!!'/><author><name>Girl Power!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/SaQwmt8X02I/AAAAAAAAAGk/tbUa7300oVY/S220/SDC10344.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257597485277056749.post-5298595663446847994</id><published>2008-09-12T11:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T12:02:43.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the life of......ME!!</title><content type='html'>So for the near future I plan on having a pretty big house. I want a two story house, but the top story on the ground and the bottom story to be underground. The house will have 5 bedrooms. The master bedroom will just have a king sized bed with oak wood, a fairly big bathroom, and a walk-in closet. I'm not sure what I will drive. Something that'll fit the kids in it. The person I want to marry must have morals and love God. I've met someone close to what I was looking for, we went out for over a year, but he's my best friend now. I want to marry someone like him. I want to live in a town about the size of Plainview, work in the school system teaching kids, possibly. I'm not sure what I would do in my down time. Something fun? I would go to a Baptist church more than likely. Oh I would be involved in doing stuff with the church. I love doing things with churches. I would pretty much have a normal life. Have a job, like 4 kids (I love kids and I want alot...but not too many), be involved in church..Just a normal American life. And if I could take vacations they would most likely to be in England...I love the United Kingdom and France...Those two places intrige me. Love them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be my life..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257597485277056749-5298595663446847994?l=shyla2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/feeds/5298595663446847994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257597485277056749&amp;postID=5298595663446847994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/5298595663446847994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/5298595663446847994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-ofme.html' title='the life of......ME!!'/><author><name>Girl Power!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/SaQwmt8X02I/AAAAAAAAAGk/tbUa7300oVY/S220/SDC10344.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257597485277056749.post-3084586888739291830</id><published>2008-09-05T11:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T11:51:14.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Our Year And Not The Next?</title><content type='html'>So I'm super bummed about the not getting to have a bonfire this year. That probably would've been the BEST bonfire Childress has seen in a while. I really think that our class would've went gangsta with it and made it HUGE!! But I guess OUR wishes and dreams don't mean anything to the government...they don't even care who you are. Your JUST a number, so is everyone else. So that doesn't surprise me that they wouldn't care. Ok I'm gonna leave this subject alone because I have very strong feelings about the government lol so I'm not going to go there :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I heard about Justin last night. Really never knew the guy, he went to my church and I would see him, but I never talked to him. It's sad though. He will be in my prayers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm not sure if I'm going to survive this senior year or not. I REALLY want to graduate early so I wont have to be here at school with all these people...Not saying that in a bad way, some people just bother me to the point of...getting mad and want to leave. So I'm still thinking about dropping school school and graduate early, like Vanesa did. I really don't like high school anymore...and it's kinda depressing to know that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm going to go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burnsy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257597485277056749-3084586888739291830?l=shyla2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/feeds/3084586888739291830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257597485277056749&amp;postID=3084586888739291830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/3084586888739291830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/3084586888739291830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-our-year-and-not-next.html' title='Why Our Year And Not The Next?'/><author><name>Girl Power!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/SaQwmt8X02I/AAAAAAAAAGk/tbUa7300oVY/S220/SDC10344.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257597485277056749.post-5626245853968665397</id><published>2008-08-29T11:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T11:46:02.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Week!!</title><content type='html'>Well my first week as a senior has been...an ok one. I'm not going to complain, too much. Ha! I had a good week at school, but the only thing I don't like about it is having two college class and then having work afterwards, so in that case I have to use every valuable second to study. I seriously think my favorite classes are going to be Physics (it's going to be SO intense to build things!! i'm stoked) and English (cause Coach K thinks shes black, but it's ok cause she HAS the nerve to get in a group of black teens and dance like a MAJOR white girl! Plus she's one of my fav. teachers so it all works out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do miss summer tho! I miss the hanging out till 2 or 3 and then dodging the cops going home, and NEVER getting caught...that was the good 'ol days. OH!! And laying in the middle of  Lauren's street with Beans, Penguin, Lauren, and Shannon...all the late night allsups runs-lol. Gaw I feel like it was CENTURYS ago!! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think SOMEONE should leave me a comment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or not...that's cool too! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duces,&lt;br /&gt;Burnsy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257597485277056749-5626245853968665397?l=shyla2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/feeds/5626245853968665397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257597485277056749&amp;postID=5626245853968665397' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/5626245853968665397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/5626245853968665397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-first-week.html' title='My First Week!!'/><author><name>Girl Power!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/SaQwmt8X02I/AAAAAAAAAGk/tbUa7300oVY/S220/SDC10344.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257597485277056749.post-405764552257585895</id><published>2008-08-28T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T11:35:01.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored....I think...</title><content type='html'>Ok so I'm in English class right now and I'm listening to Coach K talk. Maybe I should listen...? Maybe you just think I'm NOT!! But I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something random about something she just said "Click right here and it will take you to other blackgrounds..." (she said BLACKgrounds and not BACKgrounds lol) it was quite hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duces&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3257597485277056749-405764552257585895?l=shyla2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/feeds/405764552257585895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3257597485277056749&amp;postID=405764552257585895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/405764552257585895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3257597485277056749/posts/default/405764552257585895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyla2009.blogspot.com/2008/08/boredi-think.html' title='Bored....I think...'/><author><name>Girl Power!!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XUVrA9WKyQY/SaQwmt8X02I/AAAAAAAAAGk/tbUa7300oVY/S220/SDC10344.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
