<?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-9007374124337568066</id><updated>2012-02-05T17:07:46.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire-Water-Earth-Wind</title><subtitle type='html'>The elements that combine to form all the magic of the world</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miss Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15408086456720896987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SPJipG6iZgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/W8FSzRepX6A/S220/l_898e6ed45be0a699150f98e157e58422.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007374124337568066.post-8520762969806980670</id><published>2008-12-20T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:20:34.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!</title><content type='html'>I haven't gotten to blogging lately, but I have gotten really artsy with photos for my AP class. Here's a taste of my portfolio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SU1ScjpAaRI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ZKbEd5jagcg/s1600-h/plant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SU1ScjpAaRI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ZKbEd5jagcg/s400/plant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281968588532508946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SU1ScaebN9I/AAAAAAAAAMU/Fi73MxsTJ2U/s1600-h/monkeyman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SU1ScaebN9I/AAAAAAAAAMU/Fi73MxsTJ2U/s400/monkeyman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281968586072209362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SU1ScKZcv1I/AAAAAAAAAMM/bi3UBhNzXeE/s1600-h/eggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SU1ScKZcv1I/AAAAAAAAAMM/bi3UBhNzXeE/s400/eggs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281968581756370770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SU1Sbxr4InI/AAAAAAAAAME/OVqrfH2cXJM/s1600-h/chrismas+bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SU1Sbxr4InI/AAAAAAAAAME/OVqrfH2cXJM/s400/chrismas+bear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281968575122776690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SU1SbTUBDYI/AAAAAAAAAL8/hb3gk4hgKEg/s1600-h/apple+core.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SU1SbTUBDYI/AAAAAAAAAL8/hb3gk4hgKEg/s400/apple+core.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281968566969634178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SU1SOOasiXI/AAAAAAAAAL0/IA-2S-OoyTs/s1600-h/toadstool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SU1SOOasiXI/AAAAAAAAAL0/IA-2S-OoyTs/s400/toadstool.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281968342317173106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SU1SNoypuiI/AAAAAAAAALs/QfzvPjtTwgQ/s1600-h/ornament.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SU1SNoypuiI/AAAAAAAAALs/QfzvPjtTwgQ/s400/ornament.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281968332217104930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SU1SNZGKddI/AAAAAAAAALk/0g2qd4zLUB0/s1600-h/leaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SU1SNZGKddI/AAAAAAAAALk/0g2qd4zLUB0/s400/leaf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281968328003974610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SU1SMikEt2I/AAAAAAAAALc/S2478OCYRXs/s1600-h/ill+never+let+you+go.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SU1SMikEt2I/AAAAAAAAALc/S2478OCYRXs/s400/ill+never+let+you+go.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281968313365477218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SU1SMQBpSHI/AAAAAAAAALU/K3wS-kJJI-w/s1600-h/christmas+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SU1SMQBpSHI/AAAAAAAAALU/K3wS-kJJI-w/s400/christmas+tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281968308389234802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SU1NuB5O-3I/AAAAAAAAALM/O31mCoVIixE/s1600-h/IMG_5379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SU1NuB5O-3I/AAAAAAAAALM/O31mCoVIixE/s400/IMG_5379.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281963391153273714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SU1NtyC5jAI/AAAAAAAAALE/-K6Gc3X50ms/s1600-h/IMG_5367+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SU1NtyC5jAI/AAAAAAAAALE/-K6Gc3X50ms/s400/IMG_5367+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281963386898844674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SU1NtQB2bxI/AAAAAAAAAK8/TyOVwuwYfzo/s1600-h/IMG_5900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SU1NtQB2bxI/AAAAAAAAAK8/TyOVwuwYfzo/s400/IMG_5900.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281963377767640850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SU1NtNCto4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/tdhmAgLwPRs/s1600-h/IMG_5893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SU1NtNCto4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/tdhmAgLwPRs/s400/IMG_5893.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281963376965952386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SU1M1yt7vYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZWyoZKQa8Fg/s1600-h/IMG_5461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SU1MKtxLL6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/fJ0t6HG85YE/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281961684943712162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SU1IYl16JzI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/UvBTLx0X5EQ/s1600-h/Untitled-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SU1IYl16JzI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/UvBTLx0X5EQ/s400/Untitled-7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281957525287741234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SU1IYcTfwSI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vJyAyz7vl3M/s1600-h/Untitled-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SU1IYcTfwSI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vJyAyz7vl3M/s400/Untitled-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281957522727485730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007374124337568066-8520762969806980670?l=windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/feeds/8520762969806980670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007374124337568066&amp;postID=8520762969806980670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/8520762969806980670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/8520762969806980670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/2008/12/pictures.html' title='Pictures!'/><author><name>Miss Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15408086456720896987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SPJipG6iZgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/W8FSzRepX6A/S220/l_898e6ed45be0a699150f98e157e58422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SU1ScjpAaRI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ZKbEd5jagcg/s72-c/plant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007374124337568066.post-1432878438491805574</id><published>2008-10-19T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T09:53:03.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah back at work again. So this week was interesting. Mostly because it went by so fast that I could barely keep track! The only pain was that all week I've been trying to get this formed signed so that my friend from a different school can come to homecoming with me, and I swear I'm never doing this again. I had to wait till today so that I could fax it to his school and ask them to fax it back to my Mom. I'm hoping that my attached note didn't cause too much confusion and that they'll call if it did. It would be so much easier if I could just drive there but it's way to far away. Tuscon, Az boys and girls, is pretty damn far.&lt;br /&gt;     I actually should work today, considering Cheri left me some tasks to do. Normally Rebecca gets to them since she works the day before them but these were addressed to me. Ah ha an hour of not just sitting here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007374124337568066-1432878438491805574?l=windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/feeds/1432878438491805574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007374124337568066&amp;postID=1432878438491805574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/1432878438491805574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/1432878438491805574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/2008/10/ah-back-at-work-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15408086456720896987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SPJipG6iZgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/W8FSzRepX6A/S220/l_898e6ed45be0a699150f98e157e58422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007374124337568066.post-5561822113239397893</id><published>2008-10-12T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T15:53:08.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls</title><content type='html'>Friday me and my friends all ended up going to my house after school and staying there until the football game started. We had fun watching tv and eating all afternoon and even making the guys watch Degrassi and South of Nowhere. Soon after they left and the girls made their way to the football game where our team kicked ass. After we all had our social sides exhausted we drove to In n Out (which was packed with all the after-game football fans.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w326/nppanthers123/0300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w326/nppanthers123/0300.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell out of my chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w326/nppanthers123/0301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w326/nppanthers123/0301.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonali tried to help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w326/nppanthers123/0287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w326/nppanthers123/0287.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm positive we all look creepy haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w326/nppanthers123/0282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w326/nppanthers123/0282.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's attractive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w326/nppanthers123/0290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w326/nppanthers123/0290.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I really need to comment? :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w326/nppanthers123/0295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w326/nppanthers123/0295.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I scare you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w326/nppanthers123/0314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w326/nppanthers123/0314.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We look cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night (last night) I went back to Sonali's after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w326/nppanthers123/0323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w326/nppanthers123/0323.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means... more pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w326/nppanthers123/0324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w326/nppanthers123/0324.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the conclusion of this blog entry proceeds....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007374124337568066-5561822113239397893?l=windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/feeds/5561822113239397893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007374124337568066&amp;postID=5561822113239397893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/5561822113239397893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/5561822113239397893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/2008/10/girls.html' title='Girls'/><author><name>Miss Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15408086456720896987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SPJipG6iZgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/W8FSzRepX6A/S220/l_898e6ed45be0a699150f98e157e58422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007374124337568066.post-3254425054154333406</id><published>2008-10-12T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T13:10:16.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOMM</title><content type='html'>I haven't really written in a while, mostly because I've been hanging out with my friends and in a few simple words, being a teenager. Most days I spend with my girl friends talking and acting stupid with each other. Drama is everywhere but thats high school right? You love it, but at the same time you hate it. Stress builds up but I've found ways to calm myself. Classes are pretty easy right now mostly because we just got done with a few big assignments. Last week I wrote an in class essay in english that, I have to say, was pretty bomb. As my teacher says, It's not learning if you aren't struggling. I've started to like the challenge because not only do i feel accomplished when I overcome what my teachers throw at me, it helps me to improve. I know you really liked my rant about how much I like school, but in reality it kinda sucks. The worst part is getting up in the morning. Did you ever notice that the initial wake up is the hardest part? Once you stand up and get your butt into the shower it's like an energy rush hits you, but when you're trying to roll over and put your feet on the floor the only thought that's going through your mind is "this is not happening." For me it works. Last night I was up till 2 and still managed to be at work on time this morning. Then again, I'm running on 4 cups of caffine with sugar and a chocolate bar. That might explain the randomness that is this blog entry. I'm just kind of thinking out loud right now, but I dont think listening to this song about smoking and drinking is a good idea when my boss is in the back. Normally I try to play oldies or semi soft rock when anyone is in the office; I don't want to be too distracting. We don't have a sound system where there's music playing all day in this office. I kinda wish there was because then I wouldn't have to think of songs to play, they would just come on. I filled in yesterday in a different office that had one, but it didn't play in the front where my desk was. I was very disappointed because they played a good station. Unfortunately no Blink 182 (which is my favorite band.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure yet whether I want to work saturdays at a different office as well as sundays. After five days of schoole the weekend is kind of my time to wind down and get some sleep. This weekend wasn't that bad though, working both days. The only problem is that im exhausted, but if I go home and sleep after work then i'd be fine. The only thing I'm really worried about is whether or not working both days will interfere with my time with my friends. This weekend Dad wasn't really strict, he even let me stay at sonali's last night when I had work, but I'm not sure if he's going to be like that every weekend. I guess I could discuss it with him and find out. If he says it's fine that would be a big step in the direction of me taking on another office. I still need to figure out whether they would allow me to get my nose pierced or not though. A couple weeks ago I was thinking about getting another job somewhere else so that I could work more and still get it done, but i guess I'll have to talk to Cheri about that too. I would totally take it out during work but i don't want it to close. I just lost my flowing conversation with myself due to several calls with Cheri and my Mom, luckily for you guys. Her are a few pictures from my night with the girls last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w326/nppanthers123/jb199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w326/nppanthers123/jb199.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w326/nppanthers123/jb200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w326/nppanthers123/jb200.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w326/nppanthers123/jb187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w326/nppanthers123/jb187.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w326/nppanthers123/jb189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w326/nppanthers123/jb189.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w326/nppanthers123/jb197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w326/nppanthers123/jb197.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w326/nppanthers123/jb190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w326/nppanthers123/jb190.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w326/nppanthers123/jb198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w326/nppanthers123/jb198.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007374124337568066-3254425054154333406?l=windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/feeds/3254425054154333406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007374124337568066&amp;postID=3254425054154333406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/3254425054154333406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/3254425054154333406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/2008/10/randomm.html' title='RANDOMM'/><author><name>Miss Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15408086456720896987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SPJipG6iZgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/W8FSzRepX6A/S220/l_898e6ed45be0a699150f98e157e58422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007374124337568066.post-3398728842395532038</id><published>2008-07-06T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:21:37.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SHDsoDsoV3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/vQuuRqPJ1WQ/s1600-h/WardrobeRefashion_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SHDsoDsoV3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/vQuuRqPJ1WQ/s400/WardrobeRefashion_02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219932141053826930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Elena pledge that I shall abstain from the purchase of "new" manufactured items of clothing, for the period of 2 months. I pledge that i shall refashion, renovate, recycle preloved items for myself with my own hands in fabric, yarn or other medium for the term of my contract. I pledge that I will share the love and post a photo of my refashioned, renovoted, recycled, crafted or created item of clothing on the Wardrobe Refashion blog, so that others may share the joy that thy thriftiness brings! Signed Elena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about doing a pledge that lasted 4, maybe even 6 months, but then i figured i'd start with 2 and see how that went for me. So far i'm looking foreward to all the things that I can make, and hopefully I'll get to the thrift store soon. Right now there are two skirts that I have cut and sewn so that my short stature can wear them (hopefully pictures will be up later.) I did however find my camara; for the last few months it has been tucked between my bed and the wall just hangin out waiting for someone to come upon it. It was actually my dad that found it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an appointment on friday at 3:40 to get tested for my license. Wish me luck! I've had my permit for longer than 6 months so I feel pretty confident in my driving ability.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007374124337568066-3398728842395532038?l=windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/feeds/3398728842395532038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007374124337568066&amp;postID=3398728842395532038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/3398728842395532038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/3398728842395532038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/2008/07/pledge-i-elena-pledge-that-i-shall.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15408086456720896987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SPJipG6iZgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/W8FSzRepX6A/S220/l_898e6ed45be0a699150f98e157e58422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SHDsoDsoV3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/vQuuRqPJ1WQ/s72-c/WardrobeRefashion_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007374124337568066.post-373929824658775606</id><published>2008-07-04T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T09:53:31.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dollmaker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://elouai.com/candybar5/dress-up-girls.php?l1=0018&amp;l2=0000&amp;l3=0008&amp;l4=0008&amp;l5=0001&amp;l6=0164&amp;l7=0165&amp;l8=0081&amp;l9=0025&amp;l10=0010&amp;l11=0019&amp;l12=0007&amp;l13=0020&amp;l14=0004&amp;l15=0000&amp;l16=0008&amp;l17=&amp;l18=0000&amp;l19=0002&amp;l20=0000&amp;l21=0000&amp;l22=0000&amp;l23=&amp;l24=0001&amp;l25=&amp;l26=&amp;l27=&amp;l28=&amp;l29=&amp;l30=&amp;l31=&amp;l32="&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="position: relative; 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top: 0px; left: 0px; width: 150px; height: 290px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://elouai.com/valentine/img/27watermark/0001.gif"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="position: absolute; top: 0px; left: 0px; width: 150px; height: 290px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://elouai.com/dollmakercode/v5/images/1x1.gif"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="position: absolute; top: 0px; left: 0px; width: 150px; height: 290px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://elouai.com/dollmakercode/v5/images/1x1.gif"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="position: absolute; top: 0px; left: 0px; width: 150px; height: 290px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://elouai.com/dollmakercode/v5/images/1x1.gif"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="position: absolute; top: 0px; left: 0px; width: 150px; height: 290px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://elouai.com/dollmakercode/v5/images/1x1.gif"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="position: absolute; top: 0px; left: 0px; width: 150px; height: 290px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://elouai.com/dollmakercode/v5/images/1x1.gif"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="position: absolute; top: 0px; left: 0px; width: 150px; height: 290px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://elouai.com/dollmakercode/v5/images/1x1.gif"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="position: absolute; top: 0px; left: 0px; width: 150px; height: 290px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://elouai.com/dollmakercode/v5/images/1x1.gif"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="position: absolute; top: 0px; left: 0px; width: 150px; height: 290px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://elouai.com/dollmakercode/v5/images/1x1.gif"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007374124337568066-373929824658775606?l=windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/feeds/373929824658775606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007374124337568066&amp;postID=373929824658775606' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/373929824658775606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/373929824658775606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/2008/07/dollmaker.html' title='Dollmaker'/><author><name>Miss Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15408086456720896987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SPJipG6iZgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/W8FSzRepX6A/S220/l_898e6ed45be0a699150f98e157e58422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007374124337568066.post-8526143897986477549</id><published>2008-06-24T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T14:07:48.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing</title><content type='html'>I'm very sad that I have yet to find my camera. I've searched my room over and over before but I've come to the realization that when I get back from Susanville, I need to tear it apart. I've signed up for the 2 month pledge challenge, which i will go into more detail at a later date. At this point I'm just trying  to get my phone to receive service, because right now I can only make emergency calls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007374124337568066-8526143897986477549?l=windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/feeds/8526143897986477549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007374124337568066&amp;postID=8526143897986477549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/8526143897986477549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/8526143897986477549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/2008/06/missing.html' title='Missing'/><author><name>Miss Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15408086456720896987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SPJipG6iZgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/W8FSzRepX6A/S220/l_898e6ed45be0a699150f98e157e58422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007374124337568066.post-7065200197595433698</id><published>2008-06-22T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T09:52:49.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So this past week I spent with my boyfriend in wisconsin. He graduated the second day i was there and the rest of the week i was able to hear him yell, "I'm a free man!" It was pretty entertaining the first couple times but by the twentieth i had my hand over his mouth. We went with his mom to the Mars Cheese Castle and Jelly Belly Factory. We sent my parents a thank you gift of cheese curds, wine, and kringles from the castle. The Jelly Belly factory was entertaining, especially with our tour guide, whom every couple minutes would go "Sexayyyyy." I'll put up some pictures as soon as Andrew's mom emails them to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite shot glass that I bought my mom was one i bought as Spencers Gifts; It said "caution: consumption of alcohol is the leading cause of rug burns on forehead." She laughed when I gave it to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today I'm going with my sister to Susanville to visit her mother in law and for her friend's baby shower. I will be flying back from Reno on friday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007374124337568066-7065200197595433698?l=windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/feeds/7065200197595433698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007374124337568066&amp;postID=7065200197595433698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/7065200197595433698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/7065200197595433698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-this-past-week-i-spent-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15408086456720896987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SPJipG6iZgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/W8FSzRepX6A/S220/l_898e6ed45be0a699150f98e157e58422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007374124337568066.post-6804677447598832433</id><published>2008-05-30T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T23:59:18.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are times at which I don't understand the male species. Let's just say that tonight i learned that jealousy and rage can cause you to do things that people wouldn't normally expect you to do. A nice guy whom i thought was great, proved himself to be horrible; especially to his ex, my best friend. Im not sure how she's going to get through this, I guess I'll just have to stay by her side and be there for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Andrew was here last weekend, and honestly after spending a few days straight with him I feel closer to him than I ever have before. This is a good thing but it also made it 15 times harder to see him get on that plane home. I want to see him graduate and everything but I'm just afraid that after a week of seeing each other every day it'll make it even harder for us. More later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007374124337568066-6804677447598832433?l=windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/feeds/6804677447598832433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007374124337568066&amp;postID=6804677447598832433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/6804677447598832433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/6804677447598832433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/2008/05/there-are-times-at-which-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15408086456720896987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SPJipG6iZgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/W8FSzRepX6A/S220/l_898e6ed45be0a699150f98e157e58422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007374124337568066.post-2488602505039778287</id><published>2008-05-18T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T12:09:37.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch out!</title><content type='html'>Well this week has been a blur. It's gone by so fast i hardly know what to do with myself. 5 days until andrew lands here and 3 weeks till school ends. This year has gone by so fast it seems like i was just picking up my schedule again. Well i recently went to my doctor, come to find out that there is a large possibility that i may be anemic. This just means that i would need to take an iron supplement. Its not a big problem i just suffer from fatigue a lot of the time. Right now i am at work and i have to say, it's been busier than ive ever seen it. Not just because ive been calling people all day attempting to get the fax machines working, but because clients are actually calling and coming in. What a concept! Normally no one ever calls let alone come in to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raquel has her license and is able to drive people now so we're having loads of fun with that. I make money and have a friend with a car. One more step towards independece for me! Soon i should have my license. I just need a decent report card that doesn't have that pesky spanish grade on it. I know my dad's first language is spanish but that doesn't make it any easier for me haha. He has a wierd grading system thats almost impossible to understand for most people. My average is actually a B but i keep getting Ds in the class. It pisses me off because im trying but its not going up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and something funny to brighten your day:&lt;br /&gt;I ran into a glass door this morning :]&lt;br /&gt;I was opening up and opening the blinds and everything because someone decided to close them, and somebody decided to close the door to the conference room (which never happens by the way.) Whoever cleans this place does a damn good job because i didn't even see that door coming. Not something to brag about but that should make you laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007374124337568066-2488602505039778287?l=windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/feeds/2488602505039778287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007374124337568066&amp;postID=2488602505039778287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/2488602505039778287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/2488602505039778287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/2008/05/watch-out.html' title='Watch out!'/><author><name>Miss Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15408086456720896987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SPJipG6iZgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/W8FSzRepX6A/S220/l_898e6ed45be0a699150f98e157e58422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007374124337568066.post-1196502741174109580</id><published>2008-05-11T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T09:57:46.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bored at work,&lt;br /&gt;so decided to give you some light reading:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that scare me:&lt;br /&gt;drugs&lt;br /&gt;really really tall people&lt;br /&gt;empty houses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three people who make me laugh:&lt;br /&gt;Andrew&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;br /&gt;My mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things (not people) I love:&lt;br /&gt;red bull&lt;br /&gt;photography&lt;br /&gt;my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things (not people) I hate don’t love:&lt;br /&gt;greasyness&lt;br /&gt;the nails that stick out of carpet&lt;br /&gt;hair all over my clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I don’t understand:&lt;br /&gt;wny my dog eats my underwear&lt;br /&gt;why things fall when no one is around&lt;br /&gt;people who like drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things on my desk:&lt;br /&gt;my home desk?&lt;br /&gt;lots of picture frames&lt;br /&gt;college letters&lt;br /&gt;incense cones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I’m doing right now:&lt;br /&gt;writing this&lt;br /&gt;drinking a monster&lt;br /&gt;talking to my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I want to do before I die:&lt;br /&gt;travel to ireland&lt;br /&gt;scuba dive on the barrier reef&lt;br /&gt;have a gorgeous wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I can do:&lt;br /&gt;kick butt in soccer&lt;br /&gt;sleep all day&lt;br /&gt;eat a whole pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I can’t do:&lt;br /&gt;drink straight coffee&lt;br /&gt;get rid of my sweet tooth&lt;br /&gt;eat lots of sugar at one time&lt;br /&gt;(the last two pose a problem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you should listen to:&lt;br /&gt;your heart&lt;br /&gt;your loved ones&lt;br /&gt;your boss (dont get fired)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you should never listen to:&lt;br /&gt;people who put you down to make themselves feel better&lt;br /&gt;those who have yet to mature&lt;br /&gt;lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I’d like to learn:&lt;br /&gt;how to go without sleep (there aren't enough hours in the day)&lt;br /&gt;how to drive a stick shift&lt;br /&gt;how to get rid of ants without killing them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three favorite foods:&lt;br /&gt;pepperoni pizza&lt;br /&gt;macaroni and cheese&lt;br /&gt;apples with peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three beverages I drink regularly:&lt;br /&gt;water&lt;br /&gt;diet coke&lt;br /&gt;red bull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three TV shows I watched as a kid:&lt;br /&gt;hey arnold&lt;br /&gt;courage the cowardly dog&lt;br /&gt;the grim adventures of billy and mandy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three books I read as a kid:&lt;br /&gt;nancy drew&lt;br /&gt;the city of embers&lt;br /&gt;harry potter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007374124337568066-1196502741174109580?l=windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/feeds/1196502741174109580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007374124337568066&amp;postID=1196502741174109580' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/1196502741174109580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/1196502741174109580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/2008/05/bored-at-work-so-decided-to-give-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15408086456720896987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SPJipG6iZgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/W8FSzRepX6A/S220/l_898e6ed45be0a699150f98e157e58422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007374124337568066.post-5244354457045558139</id><published>2008-05-11T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T09:27:49.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realize that i have not written in quite a while. I was thinking about this while i was in the shower yesterday and thought to myself, instead of sitting on my butt watching tv why dont i start posting blogs regularly again?  So i've made it my goal to try and post more blogs for my lovely fams of blogger.com. So what's new with me you ask? Well let me start....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a couple months now i have been working a Pudential Realty as a weekend receptionist. I really enjoy it because not only is it quite and gives me some alone time, I also get my homework for the weekend completed while we're here. Every morning i wake up at 7 and get ready for work, putting on those fancy clothes that only "grown ups" wear, eat a healthy protein bar breakfast, and on the way to work pick up an energy drink (most of the time a red bull) to get me through the quiet day at work. It's not always quiet though, although it is a lot more busy on saturday and i work sundays for the most part. Agents come in and out working on buisness, and rarely do i ever get calls from anyone outside of the company. I remember my first day of work, my mom called more times that all of the other calls combined. Basically I file and make computer work easier for my boss, but mostly i work on my own stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably suprising coming from a 16 year old girl, but ive been with Andrew for almost 9 months in a long distance relationship. It's hard not having someone here with you that can keep you company but it's worth it when i know that i will see him again. We talk all the time and he's more than just a boyfriend, he's my best friend. Even though none of my friends have met him they refer to him as Wisconsin when asking me how he is. I find it cute. 12 days until i see him again :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is mostly good. I can't believe there's only a month left till summer. It seems like i just got back to school. Brianna is graduating from middle school and will be with me next year. We'll see how that works out. I might end up having to can her. On Friday I took my AP European History exam, and it was a pain in my butt! That test lasted from 12 to 5 and consisted of 80 multiple choice and 3 essays. I'm not sure how i did but hopefully I did well enough to earn college credit for the class. From now till the end of school it should be pretty easy in some of the harder classes, but in the classes that had been easy, it's going to get harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats basically an update on things right now. I should get back to you soon however the couch may tempt me more than the computer. After spending all day sunday on it im pretty much worn out on computer time until the next suday. I'm suprised they even let me on this site since its a blog site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mothers Day&lt;br /&gt;and Love to all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elena&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007374124337568066-5244354457045558139?l=windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/feeds/5244354457045558139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007374124337568066&amp;postID=5244354457045558139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/5244354457045558139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/5244354457045558139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-realize-that-i-have-not-written-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15408086456720896987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SPJipG6iZgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/W8FSzRepX6A/S220/l_898e6ed45be0a699150f98e157e58422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007374124337568066.post-5276637988394192516</id><published>2008-03-08T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T08:41:44.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today shall be an interesting day. I borrowed a darkroom camara from my teacher and am going with sonali and my sister's friends to the santa monica peir. Ill post more later and ill most likely have lots of pictures too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007374124337568066-5276637988394192516?l=windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/feeds/5276637988394192516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007374124337568066&amp;postID=5276637988394192516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/5276637988394192516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/5276637988394192516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/2008/03/today-shall-be-interesting-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15408086456720896987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SPJipG6iZgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/W8FSzRepX6A/S220/l_898e6ed45be0a699150f98e157e58422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007374124337568066.post-3171257287775506146</id><published>2008-02-18T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T08:18:11.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since saturday i've been at my sister's house in san diego. We've just been sitting around and yesterday, we went shopping. We bought fish and a rock for Henry's tank and he seems to love the fact that the water level is higher now. After that we ate lunch at a place called Oggi's and it was AMAZING. My favorite part was the lettuce wraps that we had. They were messy and made my hands sticky, but it was totally worth it. We ended up giving the rest of our leftovers (almost a full pizza) to a homeless guy that we drove by. After that we headed to the Joann's superstore where Lisa spent a ton on fabric for Joe's quilt, and i bought some scrapbook pages and an iron on that I plan to put on a white shirt. I'll post a picture when I do it, but the white shirt that we bought yesterday turned out to be stained; i decided to wait. I think that this shirt is going to be one of my favorites, as you can tell im excited to wear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other that yesterday, we've just been sitting around the house watching movies and stuff. Last night i did my homework in Lisa's room so that i could be on stand by just in case she needed help with her dresser. It turned out to look awesome, and im pretty sure it took her about 3 hours to put together. Also i put iron on's on two of Joli's white onesies. They turned out to be amazingly cute. I'll take pictures of them and post them later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we were planning on going to the zoo, but my mom woke up and told us that her back hurt, so i have no idea if we're still going or not. I guess we'll see what everybody says.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007374124337568066-3171257287775506146?l=windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/feeds/3171257287775506146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007374124337568066&amp;postID=3171257287775506146' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/3171257287775506146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/3171257287775506146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/2008/02/since-saturday-ive-been-at-my-sisters.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15408086456720896987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SPJipG6iZgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/W8FSzRepX6A/S220/l_898e6ed45be0a699150f98e157e58422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007374124337568066.post-6356652959603576178</id><published>2008-02-16T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T19:59:14.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pushed around</title><content type='html'>Suddenly some things dont seem as important. Ive thought a lot about what i need to do the last few days, and found that i need to stop letting people control me. I try my hardest to please everyone and in the end it doesnt work out. I need to do whats best for me right now, or at least what i think is best for what i plan to do with my life. I act tough around my friends and let them push me around, when sometimes their amusement causes me to feel bad about myself. Its difficult to live this way so its time to end it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007374124337568066-6356652959603576178?l=windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/feeds/6356652959603576178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007374124337568066&amp;postID=6356652959603576178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/6356652959603576178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/6356652959603576178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/2008/02/pushed-around.html' title='pushed around'/><author><name>Miss Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15408086456720896987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SPJipG6iZgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/W8FSzRepX6A/S220/l_898e6ed45be0a699150f98e157e58422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007374124337568066.post-4971164356863136489</id><published>2008-02-12T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:21:37.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/R7GvIkOWNCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Ho4b4p3s570/s1600-h/DSCN2364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/R7GvIkOWNCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Ho4b4p3s570/s400/DSCN2364.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166102809268335650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is basically the only physical change ive been going through. As for mentally, there's hardly enough room to explain it all in a blog. But I've learned that everything i do has to be for me, and no one else. It's hard to say what is going to happen in the next month, or even the next week, I think i can do it though. I just need the support.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007374124337568066-4971164356863136489?l=windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/feeds/4971164356863136489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007374124337568066&amp;postID=4971164356863136489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/4971164356863136489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/4971164356863136489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/2008/02/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Miss Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15408086456720896987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SPJipG6iZgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/W8FSzRepX6A/S220/l_898e6ed45be0a699150f98e157e58422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/R7GvIkOWNCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Ho4b4p3s570/s72-c/DSCN2364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007374124337568066.post-123427060006484242</id><published>2007-12-16T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:21:38.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh happy day</title><content type='html'>Wow the days are going by fast. Lots have happened in the past couple of weeks. Most have it has been very stressful on several different people including me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming up and im so excited! Friday Lisa, Joe, and Joli are coming up to have a pre-christmas with us. We are going to do the things that we normally do on christmas that day since neither of us will be here on the actual day. My family and i are driving up to Oregon in the motorhome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Joli's first birthday party, and her father found it neccesary to have a bottle of rum and coke to add to the festivities. Apparently a party isn't a party without the captain present. My gift to Joli was a singing penguin trio that after about 20 times of her pushing the button, you get really sick of it. It's a christmas item though so luckily for Lisa's sanity, the penguins only come out once a year.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from the party:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/R2Vf30-KkjI/AAAAAAAAADc/jjXTp-ZyPts/s1600-h/077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/R2Vf30-KkjI/AAAAAAAAADc/jjXTp-ZyPts/s320/077.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144623562057486898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/R2Vf40-KkkI/AAAAAAAAADk/8W0cgz3TH-M/s1600-h/099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/R2Vf40-KkkI/AAAAAAAAADk/8W0cgz3TH-M/s320/099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144623579237356098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007374124337568066-123427060006484242?l=windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/feeds/123427060006484242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007374124337568066&amp;postID=123427060006484242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/123427060006484242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/123427060006484242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-happy-day.html' title='Oh happy day'/><author><name>Miss Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15408086456720896987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SPJipG6iZgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/W8FSzRepX6A/S220/l_898e6ed45be0a699150f98e157e58422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/R2Vf30-KkjI/AAAAAAAAADc/jjXTp-ZyPts/s72-c/077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007374124337568066.post-8646905995353122787</id><published>2007-11-22T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T11:50:24.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Day!</title><content type='html'>Last night Lisa, Joli, and Joe arrived and right away things were crazy around the house. My friends Sonali and Ryan were over, and Joli seemed to be particularly interested in Ryan. When he first walked up she pointed at him and said "Lookie!" It was adorable but unfortunately for her, Ryan's baby-phobia got the better of him, and he kept a strict distance of 10 feet away from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after i went to soccer practice where only 5 players showed up. It was really disappointing considering the next time our team is together, we will be playing a tournament. I guess we will just have to improvise when it comes to our first game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning i woke up to Joe frantically ticking me: it was rather annoying on my part. I guess he considers it tradition to wake me up like that everytime he comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are all just waiting for Daddy to get back so we can eat :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007374124337568066-8646905995353122787?l=windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/feeds/8646905995353122787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007374124337568066&amp;postID=8646905995353122787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/8646905995353122787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/8646905995353122787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving-day.html' title='Thanksgiving Day!'/><author><name>Miss Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15408086456720896987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SPJipG6iZgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/W8FSzRepX6A/S220/l_898e6ed45be0a699150f98e157e58422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007374124337568066.post-2316408711109154523</id><published>2007-11-21T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T08:14:32.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>The days have been going by so fast that I barely know what day it is anymore. We just had halloween and its already Thanksgiving?! The last couple weeks I've been focused on the things that mean the most to me. Being a good friend, soccer player, student, swimmer: It all takes effort and time. There was a moment about a month ago where i wasn't sure what I wanted anymore, but it quickly passed and now im content with everything that is happening in my life (for the most part.) I think that if Andrew was here, then my life would literally be perfect. Apparently perfect lives are in the midst of being created, and can not quite express themselves yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know marine biology has been my main obsession for the majority of my life, but lately i've been beginning to rethink it. Maybe being around it so much, i had an overdose and am no longer interested in it; Maybe i just have decided its not as interesting as i had always thought. I'm not sure how to express what has happened, but im not sure what i want my profession to be anymore. It feels wierd to not know. I'm now one of those kids who have no idea what they want to do in life. I've always been the one with an answer and now i have none. It's strange to look to the future and not know what i'm doing. Apparently thats what kids my age are supposed to do, but i've never been like that. I guess i'm just going to free float for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt completely and utterly hopeless because there's some thing that you want to do, but there is no possible way that you can? That's about how i'm feeling right now. Andrew has been really sick this past couple weeks, and yesterday he passed out during school and had to go to the hospital. I honestly didn't know what to say when he told me that. I couldn't come see him because apparently i'm a little person who doesn't know what she's doing. Now i may have just put words in some people's mouths, but we all know that's what they're thinking. I just feel so out of control. I can't go see him and help him through this, which i want to do more than anything. He's someone that I care about so much i would die for him, but he's also my best friend. And i wish i could help him get through this because he's helped me through so much. Honestly there's nothing that he doesn't know about me. When it comes to my problems I can trust him with anything. I dont know; I just needed to rant there for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qqHbLdoYZ2E&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qqHbLdoYZ2E&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007374124337568066-2316408711109154523?l=windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/feeds/2316408711109154523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007374124337568066&amp;postID=2316408711109154523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/2316408711109154523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/2316408711109154523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/2007/11/life.html' title='life'/><author><name>Miss Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15408086456720896987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SPJipG6iZgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/W8FSzRepX6A/S220/l_898e6ed45be0a699150f98e157e58422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007374124337568066.post-352093356468878545</id><published>2007-10-23T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T15:32:12.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn Burn</title><content type='html'>The last few days has consisted of hanging out with friends, the PSAT, and lots of smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday i woke up at about 7, went to starbucks, and took the PSAT at the high school. It wasn't as hard as i always imagined that it would be but i was still pressed for time making it a little more difficult. After that I went to my friend Ian's house where we ate pizza and watched the third Starwars until it was time for me to get my hair cut. Stacy and i talked about her new baby, Cooper, and she did a great job with my hair in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was probably the best part of my weekend. Becca and i painted ourselves with body crayons and partied the whole night. There was one point where we thought we were gonna die but thats ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been a lot of fires here the last couple days, including one about 4 minutes away from my house. The sky has been several shades of orange and makes it difficult to see at times. I remember the last time we had fires like this my Great Grandmother in Chile passed away. Socal got through those fires, hopefully we'll get through these ones too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007374124337568066-352093356468878545?l=windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/feeds/352093356468878545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007374124337568066&amp;postID=352093356468878545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/352093356468878545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/352093356468878545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/2007/10/burn-burn.html' title='Burn Burn'/><author><name>Miss Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15408086456720896987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SPJipG6iZgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/W8FSzRepX6A/S220/l_898e6ed45be0a699150f98e157e58422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007374124337568066.post-7046659109580645141</id><published>2007-10-17T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:21:40.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dressin up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Soccer is basically my life, so here are some pictures of our team:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/RxYXrogDhEI/AAAAAAAAACk/0-JJaNM3_CQ/s1600-h/c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122307664554198082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/RxYXrogDhEI/AAAAAAAAACk/0-JJaNM3_CQ/s320/c.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is me for sure :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/RxYXsYgDhFI/AAAAAAAAACs/0k1eOYYjv3E/s1600-h/DSCN1158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122307677439099986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/RxYXsYgDhFI/AAAAAAAAACs/0k1eOYYjv3E/s320/DSCN1158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sonali is pretty much awesome. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/RxYXs4gDhGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FHkDW1PtetI/s1600-h/DSCN1161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122307686029034594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/RxYXs4gDhGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FHkDW1PtetI/s320/DSCN1161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So is danya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/RxYXtYgDhHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/eXXUGtMdA8U/s1600-h/DSCN1170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122307694618969202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/RxYXtYgDhHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/eXXUGtMdA8U/s320/DSCN1170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Melissa is cool too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/RxYXtogDhII/AAAAAAAAADE/jfn27h5pV28/s1600-h/b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122307698913936514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/RxYXtogDhII/AAAAAAAAADE/jfn27h5pV28/s320/b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Right before our game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The rest of the team needs photographed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Lately everything has been awesome. Drama in high school as always, but thats easy to deal with because it passes easily.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I bought my dress yesterday for homecoming:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122311332456268962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/RxYbBIgDhKI/AAAAAAAAADU/F1oeMkwRWk8/s320/dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There were 3 that i couldn't choose from so I had Becca help me and she said that this one looked amazing. I found that I was having trouble because all of the dresses are made to eccentuate you're breasts and that definitely wasn't what i needed. In some of them I looked like i might fall over. And a few of them were just interesting to say the least. From the picture you can't really tell but the one that i choose is teal and has ripples across the front. I really didn't want a plain dress or a long formal one. This one fits what i wanted and its gorgeous. You can see the security tag bump on the left of the picture though. Anyways thats about all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007374124337568066-7046659109580645141?l=windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/feeds/7046659109580645141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007374124337568066&amp;postID=7046659109580645141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/7046659109580645141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/7046659109580645141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/2007/10/dressin-up.html' title='Dressin up'/><author><name>Miss Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15408086456720896987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SPJipG6iZgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/W8FSzRepX6A/S220/l_898e6ed45be0a699150f98e157e58422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/RxYXrogDhEI/AAAAAAAAACk/0-JJaNM3_CQ/s72-c/c.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007374124337568066.post-5395962219526516007</id><published>2007-10-11T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T14:48:29.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>Throughout the day I have thought about it, and kids would be a lot more interesting in school if it seemed more interesting. It doesn't make sense to me that teachers take a situation, and make you memorize basically everything about it, when in reality you're going to forget everything you just learned anyways. My math teacher has to be one of the best teachers I've ever had in my life. He knows that school is meant to prepare you for the real world, and takes that into consideration as he teaches us. He gives us examples of when you would use things in real life, and also lets us use notes on test because "in the real world you wouldn't memorize it, you'd have it in your plans or your notes." This makes total complete sense to me, and during his class i listen the entire time, whereas in my other classes i always feel as though im about to fall asleep. Teacher's are important, don't get me wrong, I just believe that they should be required to make the subject interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007374124337568066-5395962219526516007?l=windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/feeds/5395962219526516007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007374124337568066&amp;postID=5395962219526516007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/5395962219526516007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/5395962219526516007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/2007/10/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Miss Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15408086456720896987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SPJipG6iZgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/W8FSzRepX6A/S220/l_898e6ed45be0a699150f98e157e58422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007374124337568066.post-3521346832104039022</id><published>2007-10-11T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T07:00:26.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Supid People</title><content type='html'>Lately I've discovered when I'm at school and just hanging out with people, that so many judge before they really get to know a person. I'm sick of being ridiculed because i like to hang out with someone who doesn't look the way that my friends look. Lately im embarrased to even call some of them my friends because of this reason. My "boyfriend" Andrew they've never met before, yet people make fun of him and the way he looks for no reason at all. And i always say, "you dont even know this person" and they're reply is "so what?" It bugs me so much that people can be so cruel. My ex boyfriend they still make fun of and call him a "creeper." I know that he's really tall and skinny but they need to stop because he's still my friend despite the fact that we broke up a year ago. Chloe, my best friend from 5th grade, they always used to make fun of, and none of them had even met her before. Ryan, my homecoming date if he goes, is one of my good friends and few people that i can talk to; Some of my friends make fun of him for being short, and for whatever else happens to come into their mind. I personally try never to judge people that I don't know and everybody slips up sometimes, but I've lost respect for some of my friends, and I lose respect for anyone, who judges someone before they even know them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007374124337568066-3521346832104039022?l=windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/feeds/3521346832104039022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007374124337568066&amp;postID=3521346832104039022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/3521346832104039022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/3521346832104039022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/2007/10/supid-people.html' title='Supid People'/><author><name>Miss Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15408086456720896987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SPJipG6iZgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/W8FSzRepX6A/S220/l_898e6ed45be0a699150f98e157e58422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007374124337568066.post-4329347756186919844</id><published>2007-10-09T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:21:41.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Fun</title><content type='html'>These past few days have been very interesting. On Friday Becca and I headed off to the high school football game where the varsity team whiped the floor with Westlake. I met some new people and had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning we drove to Lisa's house for her birthday with a couple nice gifts and a GIANT cookie. As soon as we got there we sat around for a couple hours until her friend Kacie came and we at the cookie then all went to Claimjumper. We probably should have waited until after we ate real food to eat the cookie, because at that point everybody was feeling a little nausiated. After food and some shopping at target (where I got some really amazing new flats) we all headed back and watched Law and Order. I talked on the phone with Andrew for a while until it was time for me to go to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The morning after was my favorite morning, mostly because i got to buy new scrapbooking stuff with my parent's money. I bought enough for me to scrapbook halloween and christmas. (Also i needed some stuff to finish Andrew's birthday present because that day is coming up pretty fast. I still have to send it to him as well.) After spending at least and hour and a half at the discount scrapbook store, we went to lunch at this little mexican place in the corner of the shopping center. It was really good, Joli though so too as she grabbed all things in sight with her octopus arms. After that we went to Michael's to get some boxes and stuff to help Lisa organize her house. We went back to her house and sat around until it was time to go home. I slept and listened to music the whole time, and at one point we stopped for dinner and starbucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few pictures from the last week:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119341457060365330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 448px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="299" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/RwuN7ogDhBI/AAAAAAAAACM/1eRhRB2d4DI/s320/ye.jpg" width="471" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119341465650299938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 453px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="385" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/RwuN8IgDhCI/AAAAAAAAACU/iUMqivPIm58/s320/i.JPG" width="370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119341469945267250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/RwuN8YgDhDI/AAAAAAAAACc/T09VTf_-HN0/s320/s.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007374124337568066-4329347756186919844?l=windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/feeds/4329347756186919844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007374124337568066&amp;postID=4329347756186919844' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/4329347756186919844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/4329347756186919844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/2007/10/high-school-fun.html' title='High School Fun'/><author><name>Miss Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15408086456720896987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SPJipG6iZgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/W8FSzRepX6A/S220/l_898e6ed45be0a699150f98e157e58422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/RwuN7ogDhBI/AAAAAAAAACM/1eRhRB2d4DI/s72-c/ye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007374124337568066.post-3530449399231003785</id><published>2007-09-22T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T08:46:09.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello all!</title><content type='html'>I have not posted in a month, and Lisa reminded me of that. So I decided to write about what's been going on in my life. Im in school right now and my classes are Algebra 2 H, English 10 H, European History AP, and Biology H. Basically I'm going to have a load of work on my soldiers for this term. Most of my classes are pretty easy right now. Biology is going to be tough but I think that if I work hard then I can make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports are going good for me too. My soccer team just beat the undefeated Newbury Park team, as you can guess they were pissed. I think that if we keep working together we can do really well this season. The only thing is that we have about 4 players on our team that have never played soccer before. This makes it kind of frustrating for me and some of the other players who have played their whole lives. Also this week I started doing off-season swimming, which is before school. I'm really out of shape so I'm hoping to get better if I keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really excited because it finally rained yesterday! All day I had been wanting it to rain, and my friend Becca and I had her mom drop us off at starbucks. As soon as we left to walk home it started pouring! We were soaking by the time that we got back to her house. It was so much fun and there was even a double rainbow after it stopped raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are ok, basically the same as always. Now I don't normally write about the guys in my life, but i know some people *cough*Lisa*cough* are very curious. :]  About 3 years ago I met a guy named Andy at a bowling alley when I was there for one of my friends' birthday party. Shortly after he moved to Wisconsin so nothing ever happened between us.  About month ago we started talking more and have kind of formed a long distance relationship that could actually work. Not only that, he's become my best friend. I dont normally believe in this, but he's moving back soon and he visits every once in a while so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so yesterday when I was at starbucks, I had the absolute best thing I've ever tasted. It was called a White chocolate mocha, and it was amazing. Anybody who drinks starbucks should definitely go try it. I had my nonfat though because of my stomach, but it was still amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't have anything else to write about right now, but i'll try to not wait a month before  before posting anything haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill write soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007374124337568066-3530449399231003785?l=windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/feeds/3530449399231003785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007374124337568066&amp;postID=3530449399231003785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/3530449399231003785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/3530449399231003785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/2007/09/hello-all.html' title='hello all!'/><author><name>Miss Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15408086456720896987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SPJipG6iZgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/W8FSzRepX6A/S220/l_898e6ed45be0a699150f98e157e58422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007374124337568066.post-517806539022835559</id><published>2007-08-16T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T11:12:42.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Chillin'</title><content type='html'>For the last few days, Michael, Brianna and I have just been hanging out around the house. Michael came to my soccer practices and watched; once he even played goalie for us. Lately things have been kind of confusing, and i've discovered that it's impossible for me to like a guy who lives in my own state even. I guess I just don't like california boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad has taken today and tomorrow off work, so i guess we'll be just running around doing stuff. The only thing that I've done is had Becca come over one after noon, and Michael and I went shopping and to see Rush Hour 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is driving me insane. She askes questions constantly, she is always in my buisness, she lies to get what she wants, and she only cares about herself. Even when we went to the beach last saturday, she lied to both me and her best friend Laura so that she could use the only good boogie board. Then when I try to fix it and make it right how it is supposed to be, my mom yells at me and tells me to mind my own buisness. Hellooooo?! It is my buisness. She lied to me so that she could use my boogie board. How is that not my buisness? Ok now i'm just rambling. I guess I just really have nothing that I want to write about. Its been pretty boring besides the fact that Michael always trys to fight me as a result of my girlish weakness. He finds it so funny when i try to fight back and he can just sit on me. So yeah.. I should probably go take a shower. That sounds really good right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007374124337568066-517806539022835559?l=windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/feeds/517806539022835559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007374124337568066&amp;postID=517806539022835559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/517806539022835559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/517806539022835559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-chillin.html' title='Just Chillin&apos;'/><author><name>Miss Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15408086456720896987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SPJipG6iZgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/W8FSzRepX6A/S220/l_898e6ed45be0a699150f98e157e58422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007374124337568066.post-7892569130786620429</id><published>2007-08-12T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:21:43.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow I feel like i've been gone forever. Basically I was just hanging out with michael and his family. His sister has two kids whose ages are 2 and 4 and they were a handful. Everytime i was around them someone was asking me to play with them or hold them. It was ok for the most part, but sometimes I felt as though I wanted to kill myself. We went to the park, the fish hatchary, and most of the time just hung around the house or drove around town in Michael's car. He had tested for his liscense the first day that i was there, and was stoked to finally be able to drive around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098058310739019122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/Rr_xBd_TxXI/AAAAAAAAABs/IMWKMaELm2E/s320/zzz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fish Hatchery [Me, Chelsie, Kem, Michael]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After spending almost two weeks with Michael and his family, I rode back with him, Chelsie, and her boys. They were planning on dropping the two of us off on their way down to New Mexico. It was a 13 hour drive and with minimum stops, we drove all night and arrived at 9 the next day. Naturally we were all whiped out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098059569164436882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/Rr_yKt_TxZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/4jIU2iJkTQs/s320/zzzz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Michael claimed his couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098059564869469570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/Rr_yKd_TxYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/194R8Y08vas/s320/z1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chelsie and I curled up on the other one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098059929941689762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/Rr_yft_TxaI/AAAAAAAAACE/ZGEe8qXiric/s320/Zx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Brianna and her friend kept the boys entertained while we passed out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Basically it was fun. Shortly after, Chelsie and her boys left for another 15 hour drive to her house. I feel bad that we couldn't have helped her for more of the drive. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Today everybody went to the beach, and I even called Chloe and told her to come down. We were all tired and mostly layed down on the blankets and towels. I'm pretty sure that the guys who were sitting right next to us kept checking out our butts every time we turned around. Chloe and I decided to jump into the ocean, but I was still wearing my contacts so I spent the whole time paranoid that they might fall out. Anyways thats about all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007374124337568066-7892569130786620429?l=windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/feeds/7892569130786620429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007374124337568066&amp;postID=7892569130786620429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/7892569130786620429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/7892569130786620429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/2007/08/crazy-tired.html' title='Crazy Tired'/><author><name>Miss Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15408086456720896987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SPJipG6iZgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/W8FSzRepX6A/S220/l_898e6ed45be0a699150f98e157e58422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/Rr_xBd_TxXI/AAAAAAAAABs/IMWKMaELm2E/s72-c/zzz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007374124337568066.post-5369517055900391311</id><published>2007-08-04T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T11:26:02.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy weeks</title><content type='html'>I just realized that I haven't written at all in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The faerie festival was awesome; I had so much fun dancing and hanging out with Lisa, Brianna and Laume. Laume and I even joined in the spiral dance. I couldn't tell you what was the best part of the festival if i tried. I had so much fun and didn't feel the normal peer pressure to be pretty or skinny and i didn't care what I looked like. Everybody was so friendly and especially loved Joli. Every person who had a camara stopped to take a few pictures of her. One of the men said that her picture would be on the &lt;a href="http://faerieworlds.com/"&gt;faerie worlds&lt;/a&gt; website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the faerie festival Me and my sisters made our way to my aunts house, where i stayed for about a week and a half. The whole time i hung out with paige, which was fun, especially since she can drive now. We hung out at the lake most of the time but also did a lot of other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm at my friend michaels house where i will be until his sister drives down to new mexico and drops me off at my house. I've basically been hanging out with him and his family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007374124337568066-5369517055900391311?l=windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/feeds/5369517055900391311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007374124337568066&amp;postID=5369517055900391311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/5369517055900391311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/5369517055900391311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/2007/08/crazy-weeks.html' title='Crazy weeks'/><author><name>Miss Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15408086456720896987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SPJipG6iZgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/W8FSzRepX6A/S220/l_898e6ed45be0a699150f98e157e58422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007374124337568066.post-7748858340836221043</id><published>2007-07-15T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:21:43.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hormone-tastic</title><content type='html'>Right now I'm not in the happiest mood. Rebecca and her family are leaving tomorrow and I might not be able to see them for a month. She's my best friend and the only person that I can talk to. I don't know what I'm going to do without her. They are going to Sweden to visit the rest of her family so I we won't be able to call or anything. I'm going to miss her and her cousins so much. Her, me, and Viktor had stayed up until 3 in the morning talking that one night. I felt like somebody finally understood me and I've become close to them both. I don't know who I'm going to talk to with both of them in Sweden. It seems like no one cares and if they do, they don't understand what I'm going through. I guess I'll just have to write a lot then. I made them both cds to take with them. Rebecca can put them on her ipod so that they can listen to them on the plane ride (which is about 12 hours.) I guess part of the reason why I feel the way I do is because it's that time of the month. I always get this way, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really excited this morning because after 6 months I FINALLY put a new picture on my myspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087526384632286098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/RpqGSr1vS5I/AAAAAAAAABk/GtzunYLb2cs/s320/%3B%5B%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also.... I FINISHED MY QUILT!!!! Well, kind of. I didn't bind it, but I'm not sure if i want to yet. My mom says that it looks fine the way that it is, but I don't know whether I am or not. I can always change my mind later if I want to. I'll put a picture up later since I'm to lazy to go take one right now (sorry guys.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a song that I'm listening to right now called "Different" by Acceptance, and I think I'm going to write some of the the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell myself on the ride home getting tired hating all i've known holding on like its all i have count me out when its clear that i find it hard to say and you find it hard to care i wanted to see something thats different something you said would change in me wanted to feel anything different anything you would change in me got this way upfront but never true god im wrong its just the way i am wanted to feel anything different everything you would change in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but I've always loved that song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007374124337568066-7748858340836221043?l=windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/feeds/7748858340836221043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007374124337568066&amp;postID=7748858340836221043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/7748858340836221043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/7748858340836221043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/2007/07/hormone-tastic.html' title='Hormone-tastic'/><author><name>Miss Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15408086456720896987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SPJipG6iZgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/W8FSzRepX6A/S220/l_898e6ed45be0a699150f98e157e58422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/RpqGSr1vS5I/AAAAAAAAABk/GtzunYLb2cs/s72-c/%3B%5B%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007374124337568066.post-5969965439870301034</id><published>2007-07-13T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T21:42:15.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swim Fiesta &amp; More</title><content type='html'>I finally found my phone and charged it, so one of the first things that I did was call my best friend Rebecca. We made plans and the last couple days I've spent at her house. I was there yesterday in the afternoon and came back later and stayed the night. It was a lot of fun: We were able to catch up on everything that I'd missed while I was gone, and I also was able to meet her cousins who are here from Sweden. Her littlest cousin is so adorable! Everytime I see her I think of a little fairy, and I'm able to communicate with her mildly even though unlike her brothers, she doesn't speak English. Her brothers are 13 and 15 and the one that is our age is exeptionally fluent in English. I was really interested to hear about Sweden and apparently it is raining and about 50 degrees during the summer there. Beach on a summer day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was fun and Rebecca and I finally got rid of our one piece tans from swimming, or at least I did. It was so weird the first time that we stepped into her pool. There were warm patches everywhere because the filter hadn't been running and stirring up the water. It was actually kind of funny. Unfortunately, her and her family are leaving for Sweden on Monday for the rest of the summer and it would cost a buttload of money to even call. So I guess I'll have to find someone else to hang out with for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went with my parents to see the newest &lt;a href="http://harrypotter.com/"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/a&gt;. It was awesome except a few things were different than the way that the book had described them. Also there wasn't even a mention of Quiddich throughout the entire movie. I think most of the social aspect of the books were taken out of the movie to focus around the fact that Lord Voldemort was back. It was a really good movie with lots of action though. I'm not sure if it's my favorite, but it is pretty high up there. And Harry kissed Cho! She wasn't very pretty though. Oh well. I would recomend the movie if you haven't seen it. Most of you probably haven't though since it's only been out for three days. That's all for today, but I will write again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007374124337568066-5969965439870301034?l=windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/feeds/5969965439870301034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007374124337568066&amp;postID=5969965439870301034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/5969965439870301034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/5969965439870301034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/2007/07/swim-fiesta-more.html' title='Swim Fiesta &amp; More'/><author><name>Miss Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15408086456720896987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SPJipG6iZgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/W8FSzRepX6A/S220/l_898e6ed45be0a699150f98e157e58422.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007374124337568066.post-9068754689591696885</id><published>2007-07-10T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:21:44.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Day</title><content type='html'>Let's see, where to start. Well, I got up this morning at about eight because I had an appointment with my eye doctor, who ended up giving me new contacts for &lt;a href="http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/astigmatism/DS00230"&gt;astigmatism&lt;/a&gt;. It's nothing serious, just a way to help me see a lot clearer. When I arrived at home I ended up sleeping for about 3-4 hours. After I got up, I put the finishing touches on my wings. Here is a better picture of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086058271609676962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/RpVPDQo7ZKI/AAAAAAAAABU/fM8FuxCcv_s/s400/IMG_2418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I was walking around with the camara, I discovered my lovable kitten sleeping in her favorite spot on the cat's gym:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086058284494578866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/RpVPEAo7ZLI/AAAAAAAAABc/7W1WsxH3UUo/s400/IMG_2419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I worked more on the costume for Brianna and after a while my Mom came and picked me out so that we could go run some errands. For dinner I had half of a &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.pizzahut.com"&gt;Pizza Hut &lt;/a&gt;Pizzone, which was awesome, just a lot of food. I went to my room to and decided to quilt as I watched CSI. I must have been quilting for a long time because before I realized it, it was almost nine 'o clock. I decided that I wanted to take a long, hot bath and continue reading a book that was loaned to me by Linda (Laume) named &lt;a href="http://www.rambles.net/mzb_mists.html"&gt;The Mists of Avalon&lt;/a&gt;. It's a really good book and in the last few days I've gotten twice as far as I was. I lied in the bath for about an hour and the got out and continued to read for a while. Then I continued quilting until one in the morning when I finally finished. Now I just have to sew it and bind the edges.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007374124337568066-9068754689591696885?l=windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/feeds/9068754689591696885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007374124337568066&amp;postID=9068754689591696885' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/9068754689591696885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/9068754689591696885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/2007/07/lets-see-where-to-start.html' title='Just Another Day'/><author><name>Miss Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15408086456720896987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SPJipG6iZgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/W8FSzRepX6A/S220/l_898e6ed45be0a699150f98e157e58422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/RpVPDQo7ZKI/AAAAAAAAABU/fM8FuxCcv_s/s72-c/IMG_2418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007374124337568066.post-7502645466844337521</id><published>2007-07-09T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:21:46.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I woke up, took a shower, and worked on my costume. Sounds pretty exciting huh? I'm actually really proud of what I've accomplished today. I had started out with just a few ideas that I wanted my costume to look like, and it ended up being something entirely different. Here are all the pieces of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/RpMhNQo7ZDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lEqLtA3jXd0/s1600-h/IMG_2395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085444915920069682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/RpMhNQo7ZDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lEqLtA3jXd0/s320/IMG_2395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/RpMiaQo7ZHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/gBpy7AzE4SM/s1600-h/IMG_2396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085446238769996914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/RpMiaQo7ZHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/gBpy7AzE4SM/s320/IMG_2396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the top:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/RpMhpAo7ZFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Y9FFNM7fTuA/s1600-h/IMG_2398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085445392661439570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/RpMhpAo7ZFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Y9FFNM7fTuA/s320/IMG_2398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the fabric that is going to be under the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085445671834313826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/RpMh5Qo7ZGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EM5VDqAFwBc/s320/IMG_2397.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This is my favorite part, the skirt. It took me forever to make but it is so comfertable that I can't even describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/RpMixgo7ZII/AAAAAAAAABE/gj0vDbovM4A/s1600-h/IMG_2394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085446638201955458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" height="209" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/RpMixgo7ZII/AAAAAAAAABE/gj0vDbovM4A/s200/IMG_2394.JPG" width="338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/RpMjAwo7ZJI/AAAAAAAAABM/FBcSgXzxplo/s1600-h/IMG_2393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085446900194960530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/RpMjAwo7ZJI/AAAAAAAAABM/FBcSgXzxplo/s320/IMG_2393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/RpMjAwo7ZJI/AAAAAAAAABM/FBcSgXzxplo/s1600-h/IMG_2393.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really glad that my mom isn't on my case about the house though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really proud of the work that I did, and I'm really excited for the Fairy Festival.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007374124337568066-7502645466844337521?l=windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/feeds/7502645466844337521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007374124337568066&amp;postID=7502645466844337521' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/7502645466844337521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/7502645466844337521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-i-woke-up-took-shower-and-worked.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15408086456720896987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SPJipG6iZgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/W8FSzRepX6A/S220/l_898e6ed45be0a699150f98e157e58422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/RpMhNQo7ZDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lEqLtA3jXd0/s72-c/IMG_2395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007374124337568066.post-1780122567664632519</id><published>2007-07-08T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:21:46.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drowing in Crafts</title><content type='html'>The last few days I've been really busy with making fairy costumes and trying to finish my quilt. So far I have Brianna's two costumes done. I've found that making these things definitely relieve any stress that you have in your life and are a productive way to spend your time. I'm really glad that I decided to make the costumes instead of buying them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my mom and I went to several different stores to find fabrics, flowers, and clothing that could be used for fairy costumes. We first went to the Salvation Army and found not only stuff for the costumes, but also a ton of other stuff that we probably didn't need. Almost everything there was buy one get one free, so we only ended up spending about $50, which was amazing for the amount of stuff that we bought. We stopped by target for some things that my mom needed when she said "the things that fairies wear kind of look like underwear." I thought that this was pretty funny, but I humored her and we went and looked. It turned out that we did find something that would be a great addition to my costume, but of course I'm wearing something under it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we were on our way to the fabric store when my mom decided that she wanted to stop at a HomeGoods store. She ended up finding the rug that she's been looking for since we've moved into our house, along with other decorations for the house. The fabric store came next. I looked and found all the fabric that I'd needed, which was only about 1.50 per yard. Right after we arrived home, I decided to start on Brianna's costumes. The first step was to make her first skirt which looks like this:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085443215113020450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/RpMfqQo7ZCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iXIMpHeWQEY/s320/IMG_2392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(That's my cat Annie in the corner.)&lt;br /&gt;All I did was cut it off of an old dress that we bought at Salvation Army and make it into a skirt. I don't have picture of the other one that I made her but it was a short dress, green, and velvet. After I was done measuring and sewing, we started making wings for ourselves. None of it turned out that badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007374124337568066-1780122567664632519?l=windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/feeds/1780122567664632519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007374124337568066&amp;postID=1780122567664632519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/1780122567664632519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/1780122567664632519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/2007/07/drowing-in-crafts.html' title='Drowing in Crafts'/><author><name>Miss Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15408086456720896987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SPJipG6iZgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/W8FSzRepX6A/S220/l_898e6ed45be0a699150f98e157e58422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/RpMfqQo7ZCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iXIMpHeWQEY/s72-c/IMG_2392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007374124337568066.post-6509580107593478711</id><published>2007-07-03T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:21:47.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>I figured since I am going to either be home or traveling all summer, I might as well start a blog so that I would be able to write down all of my adventures. I'm very curious as to whether or not I am going to like this or not. I used to keep a diary of some sort, but it was to tedious to remember to write in it all the time. I think it will be a lot more interesting if people I know read what I'm writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I'd started a quilt at Linda (Lisa's mother-in-law)'s house. Today I worked a bit on it and started sewing the blocks together, but the sewing machine is different that the other one I had used. I'm not sure how to work it but I'll figure it out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a mini-series called The Lost Room last night; It was so interesting that I ended up staying up until 3:00 in the morning finishing it. It was about a guy who comes across a lost hotel key, to a room that doesn't exist. The room can take you anywhere that has a door, but you can't leave anything inside of it or the room will reset itself. The Man's daughter went into the room by accident and the whole series is about him trying to g&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/RorgCQo7ZBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IFkWboR4lMk/s1600-h/x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083121458872017938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 444px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" height="119" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/RorgCQo7ZBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IFkWboR4lMk/s400/x.jpg" width="422" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;et his daughter back. There's a lot more to the story, but I thought that it was great. It only has six episodes so it's not something that will take you a long time to watch it. If it even mildly interests you, go watch it; it's an amazing series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007374124337568066-6509580107593478711?l=windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/feeds/6509580107593478711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9007374124337568066&amp;postID=6509580107593478711' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/6509580107593478711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007374124337568066/posts/default/6509580107593478711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windwaterfireelmts.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Miss Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15408086456720896987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/SPJipG6iZgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/W8FSzRepX6A/S220/l_898e6ed45be0a699150f98e157e58422.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uKCROfLi7MU/RorgCQo7ZBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IFkWboR4lMk/s72-c/x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
