<?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-27346174</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:52:39.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pass The Bubbly</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bubbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657036863419825421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27346174.post-115711751625903071</id><published>2006-09-01T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T06:34:00.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunch of quizzes</title><content type='html'>table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Kissing Technique Is: Perfect&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouagoodkisserquiz/kiss-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your kissing technique is amazing - and you know it.You have the confidence to make the first move.And you always seem to know what kissing style is going to work best.Sometimes you're passionate, sometimes you're a tease. And you're always amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You a Good Kisser?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dedede;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 68% Pure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#efefef"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howpureareyouquiz/pure-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, you're not exactly an angel - but you're pretty darn close.But chances are, you have a couple juicy secrets deep in your closet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Pure Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Coy Flirt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofflirtareyouquiz/coy-flirt.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You may not seem like you're flirting, but you know exactly what you're doing.You draw people in, very calculatingly, without them even knowing.Subtle and understated, you know how to best leverage your sex appeal.A sexy enigma, you easily become an object of obsession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Flirt Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#fea7b6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Kissing Purity Score: 34% Pure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffced6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/kissingpuritytest/kiss2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're not one to kiss and tell...&lt;br /&gt;But word is, you kiss pretty well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Kissing&lt;/a&gt; Purity Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27346174-115711751625903071?l=greengumshoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115711751625903071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27346174&amp;postID=115711751625903071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/115711751625903071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/115711751625903071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/2006/09/bunch-of-quizzes.html' title='Bunch of quizzes'/><author><name>Bubbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657036863419825421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27346174.post-115672870401412870</id><published>2006-08-27T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T18:31:44.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freepay.com- Is it really a scam?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&gt;Rant Begin&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago i got an e-mail subjected "Win free prizes". Normally i would ignore these e-mails, but that particular day i had nothing better to do and was checking e-mails one by one, and not just by subject line. Once again out of character, i went to the freepay website and figured 'what the hell, might as well find out what it's all about'.&lt;br /&gt;The webpage that the e-mail link sends you to , you first come up with several choices of what you want to win. Items such as ipods,xbox 360s, even PS3s which havent even come out yet. I thought, this is all rubbish, first of all, all these items range in prices, and even more, PS3s have not been made let alone priced.&lt;br /&gt;I went on through the site, ignoring my doubt, signing up: type in e-mail address, and make up anything password you want. 2nd step is to choose 1 of 3 offers. The offer i chose was for &lt;strong&gt;Columbia House&lt;/strong&gt; where you choose 5 different dvd's from the website and each costs 49 cents(is there a cent sign on the keyboard?). This price does not include tax,shipping and handling. So i chose my 5 dvds, signed up for an account on Columbia House (this offer is only for first time customers) and i am now waiting for an e-mail regarding the completion of this process (where they send the dvds to).&lt;br /&gt;3rd and last step on freepay.com is to get however many referrals it says you need for the particular item. For Xbox360 you need 10 referrals (you send out e-mails which send your 10 friends to your accounts referral link and then those 10 ppl do exactly what you have just done for whatever item they want).&lt;br /&gt;As i read through this whole process i realized this is not a scam. I throughly read through the FAQs and tech tv reports on this exact website and its endorser. It is all real. I have come to realize that the reason why everyone isnt jumping at this opportunity is between two different views.&lt;br /&gt;#1: They don't believe a word of this site, most likely because they don't throughly read the fine print of how they can send the products for free.&lt;br /&gt;#2: They almost believe it, except they are too concerned about spam, phone calls, random things like that continuesly pestering you. EXCEPT, they don't realize that the website does not require phone numbers, and since i have signed up i have gotten NO spam or weird e-mails i dont normally get. Thats right ladies and gentlemen, NONE AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;So, this website is real, all there is to do is the three steps, and recieve your gift, right?&lt;br /&gt;....Wrong, No one is willing to sign up because they think it's a scam and isn't willing to check out the website themselves. And to convince them that this is all real takes a whole article, such as the one you're reading.&lt;br /&gt;So even though this website is real, i will not be recieving anything because.......friggin referrals are too lazy to check things out and read all the fine print themselves!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;Rant Over&lt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27346174-115672870401412870?l=greengumshoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115672870401412870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27346174&amp;postID=115672870401412870' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/115672870401412870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/115672870401412870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/freepaycom-is-it-really-scam.html' title='Freepay.com- Is it really a scam?'/><author><name>Bubbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657036863419825421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27346174.post-115577645299341280</id><published>2006-08-16T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T18:00:53.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOMG!!!! New contestant!!!...and he's cute ;)</title><content type='html'>Eeek!!! *girlish scream*&lt;br /&gt;There is a new crush and within one meeting he is ahead of all other contestants:D&lt;br /&gt;i think im gonna have to start giving them nicknames....&lt;br /&gt;okay, number 1: Ping Ping (he looks lik the guy from an old show i used to watch called ping ping)&lt;br /&gt;number 2: play&lt;br /&gt;number 3:actually he has been in previous posts before, his name is captain&lt;br /&gt;New contestant: work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, number 2 and the new contestant are called work and play becuz they actually both have the same name and since i have a lot of fun with number 2 and work at my job with new contestant u get the idea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the new order in which i like these pplz from least to most:&lt;br /&gt;ping ping&lt;br /&gt;captain&lt;br /&gt;play&lt;br /&gt;work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and u r now up-to-date with hannah's love live once again....o wait! one more thing. Me and brock are officially together, i really am pathetic in the way of letting go of him....i was talking about this with one of my friends:&lt;br /&gt;Girl:lol wow bubbles u really have him wiped, i wish i could do that with my new boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: yeah i dont even noe how i did this to him&lt;br /&gt;Girl: ur a born boyfriend trainer:P&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: Lmao&lt;br /&gt;Girl:So, u still wanna breakup with him?&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: yeah....but now that i think about it, imagine i got a new boyfriend...id have to go through the whole process of traning him :P&lt;br /&gt;Girl: thats true, u have wasted a lot of time wipping this guy into shape&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: I think i wiped him into shape too good because now he can't be without me...or so he says..&lt;br /&gt;Girl: What? you dont beleive him when he says it?&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles:....not...really....&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Omg, u remember when we would go to the bowling alley during lunch at school?&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles:yeah&lt;br /&gt;Girl: okay well i dont remember wen this was but there was this one day u were sick and he was depressing every1. he didnt want to do anything except talk about u and if u were coming back tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: ...thts a little scary....&lt;br /&gt;Girl: and whenever im on the phone with him now he doesnt shut up about u&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: crap....now i really cant break up......*pout*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27346174-115577645299341280?l=greengumshoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115577645299341280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27346174&amp;postID=115577645299341280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/115577645299341280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/115577645299341280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/zomg-new-contestantand-hes-cute.html' title='ZOMG!!!! New contestant!!!...and he&apos;s cute ;)'/><author><name>Bubbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657036863419825421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27346174.post-115577515871565190</id><published>2006-08-16T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T17:39:18.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prison bitch!!</title><content type='html'>i love these few lines of a song i recently discovered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and each person i encountered, i couldnt wait to meet&lt;br /&gt;and i came upon a doctor who appeared in quite poor health&lt;br /&gt;i said there's nothing i can do for you you can't do for yourself&lt;br /&gt;he said oh yes u can just hold my hand i think that that would help&lt;br /&gt;so i sat with him for awhile and asked him how he felt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i think i'm cured, in  fact i'm sure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thankyou stranger, for your theraputic smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats how i learned the lesson&lt;br /&gt;that everyone's alone&lt;br /&gt;and your eyes must do some raining, if your're ever gonna grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And here, a different song i also love...its so amusing ^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your're my prison bitch, my prison bitch&lt;br /&gt;you're not like other men&lt;br /&gt;im glad we share a prison cell when lights go out at ten&lt;br /&gt;i can't escape the way i feel&lt;br /&gt;now that would b a crime&lt;br /&gt;as long as i am doing you&lt;br /&gt;i've done my doing time&lt;br /&gt;cuz ur my prison bitch&lt;br /&gt;my prison bitch&lt;br /&gt;and i have no regrets&lt;br /&gt;i got u for a candybar and a pack of cigarrettes&lt;br /&gt;at first you were resistant&lt;br /&gt;but now u r my friend&lt;br /&gt;i knew that i would get u in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm ur prison bitch ur prison bitch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and ur a sex machine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i only have but one request&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how bout some vaseline!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm tired of this prison cell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i need to get away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;they sentenced me to seven years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;not seven times a day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im ur prison bitch ur prison bitch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;u nemphomaniac&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i really hate these knockers that you tattooed on my back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i thought that i could break away but now im losing hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;god i'm tired of picking up the soap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your my prison bitch my prison bitch&lt;br /&gt;i'll never say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;ur not like all the others&lt;br /&gt;too bad they had to die....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...on second thought i think i'll stay &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if u want me to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ur prison bitch is never leaving u!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27346174-115577515871565190?l=greengumshoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115577515871565190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27346174&amp;postID=115577515871565190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/115577515871565190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/115577515871565190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/prison-bitch.html' title='Prison bitch!!'/><author><name>Bubbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657036863419825421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27346174.post-115517324604935415</id><published>2006-08-09T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T18:27:26.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch-ch-ch-changes!</title><content type='html'>Starting monday....getting u are getting a new Bubbles:D First of all, three different types of diet pills (don worry suteki, they are safe) One targets fat around the waist, the next reduces body fat all around and the third speeds up metabolism. I see this as a much better alternative to anorexia wouldnt u think? Anyways, then i get my eyebrows thinned because they have taken they're normal shape again which i do not like -_- And on the 18th i go blonde....i would post the picture of what blonde on here but i cant cuz...well im challenged. Its the blonde tht i was naturally when i was like 7.  I think thts about it.... But yeah, drastic enough changes for now^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27346174-115517324604935415?l=greengumshoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115517324604935415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27346174&amp;postID=115517324604935415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/115517324604935415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/115517324604935415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/ch-ch-ch-changes.html' title='Ch-ch-ch-changes!'/><author><name>Bubbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657036863419825421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27346174.post-115488842488855421</id><published>2006-08-06T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T11:20:24.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;&gt;Crazy person&lt;&lt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>Omg Omg Omg i seriously think i am retarded in the head...yesterday i wanted to break up with my bf sooo badly and i just couldnt stand him at all and thought about all of our problems in the past relationship and how he hadnt changed.&lt;br /&gt; Now today he tells me he might have cancer (NO he is not lying about this i noe because there has been a lot of cancer related deaths in his family/ i noe this sounds mean but i actually half expected him to have cancer when i found out about his family) and i just remembered how much i used to like him before all the problems...and really, i havent thought that much about how different its been since the last breakup so maybe he has changed and i just havent paid attention i really dont give him enough credit for putting up with such a moody retarded person like me.&lt;br /&gt;A big part of me wanting to breakup with him yesterday was probably because of all those crushes and ive just been with him for so long that i havent really been able to date anyone else only the odd one night stand and flirting wen we were on a break. I felt like i need  a relationship with someone different. I still feel tht way but im also so comfortable with my boyfriend and id be scared going into a relationship with someone new. Omg...i just read all that over and its soo confusing to me, i congratulate u if u can understand the situation here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27346174-115488842488855421?l=greengumshoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115488842488855421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27346174&amp;postID=115488842488855421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/115488842488855421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/115488842488855421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/crazy-person.html' title='&gt;&gt;&gt;Crazy person&lt;&lt;&lt;'/><author><name>Bubbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657036863419825421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27346174.post-115483101882621029</id><published>2006-08-05T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T19:23:38.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contestants! step right up!</title><content type='html'>i now have three new crushes....and a very complicated relationship with my bf. I am very doubtful its gonna work out...so lets meet the new contestants in bubble's love life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crush #1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Not very attractive, i used to hate him a lot for no reason. Same age as me and always makes me feel special when im around him. Again i must say...not very attractive at first glance..but i think over the summer i have gotten less shallow because i actually have a crush on this guy for his personality! *gasp!* (hannah's becoming mature! say it aint so!!!) also whenever we are around a big group of our friends and he starts telling everyone something he always looks at me only when hes talking which i find very cute ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crush #2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:VERY hott, in my opinion anyways.....quite quite tall, he probably equals like 1 and a half of me in height...maybe half of me in width lol (very skinny) he is always soooooo nice and polite and is the only person ive met who understands that not all silence is awkward...we can have like a half hour silence, just walking somewhere and its not awkward at all. He is really fun to be around, last time i saw him we were at a friends house with 1 other person and the friend and this other person were busy flirting, so me and crush #2 had a random pillow fight. I think i have the biggest crush on this crush than the rest of the crushes...sad part is that he is least likely to date cuz he is older...friends with my complicated boyfriend...and thinks of me only as a friend:(  tres sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crush #3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:This is only a slight crush because i have not seen him in so long, we just randomly talk on msn. He noes about all my crushes and thinks i should break up with my boyfriend, he is dissapointed that im still going out with my bf. I love our msn convos though, they are actually interesting compared to ppl who i talk to and the convo is just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hi"&lt;br /&gt;"hey"&lt;br /&gt;"sup"&lt;br /&gt;"nm u?"&lt;br /&gt;"n2m"&lt;br /&gt;and thats about where it ends.....*yawn*....i swear i have tht convo like 10 times a day, thats not very acurate actually cuz im not on msn enough for tht. Anyways, Crush #3 i find very hot...i actually dont noe whos hotter between crush#3 and crush#4. This is the only crush on my list right now who i noe is a good kisser which is definetly a bonus.And he can actually carry a conversation!!!!!!HUGE BONUS!!!!!! if i saw him more often he would definetly be way in the lead, but....alas, if never see him how am i supposed to keep this crush going??just not fair to the other contestants here who i see a fair amount more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is the end of hannahs crush dilema, i noe, interesting eh? haha...no. But it is 10'o clock and i have nothing else better to do....well yes i could sleep so i dont take a nap at work tomorrow.....i suppose the kids cants watch themselves cuz theyll choke on a toy fire truck -_-&lt;br /&gt;Any feedback on these contestants would b awesome...but u probably have better things to do than read such a long blog....O well, g'nite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27346174-115483101882621029?l=greengumshoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115483101882621029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27346174&amp;postID=115483101882621029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/115483101882621029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/115483101882621029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/2006/08/contestants-step-right-up.html' title='Contestants! step right up!'/><author><name>Bubbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657036863419825421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27346174.post-115375369491279651</id><published>2006-07-24T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T08:08:14.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>freaky night</title><content type='html'>Okay, so i was hanging out with lindsay and nikki yesterday, nikki went home, and i had just said goodbye to lindsay. So i started walkng through the go-station  back to my house and it was about 10ish at night. and there was two cars in the parking lot, one car was parked and had both its doors open, the other one was about half way into the go-station parking lot, it wasent moving, but it had its lights on. so i was walking towards the bridge and the car with its lights on starts moving foward, so i keep walking, but kind of curve around it so tht im keeping my distance just in case. and it keeps moving forward, so i stop and look at it, and it stops and moves back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i start walking again and this car still has its lights on. by the time im at where u cross the road to the bridge, its started moving again but faster, and its drives around all the sidewalk thingys in the middle of the go-station and starts coming toward me, so im crossing the small road there and its actually coming so fast that it looked like it was going to run me over. So i practically run across the road and im walking up the bridge and look back and the car has parked in front of the way up to where i am, well i mean on the road still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past the bridge i start walking up the cat-walk, about a quarter up the cat walk i hear a car door open, so i turn around and see someone coming out, and they start coming towards me, so i run up the rest of the cat walk and walk down the street to my house, and while im walking down the street i turn around and no one was there following me, so i walk the rest of the way to my house and im a little freaked out so i tell my parents and my dad really wanted to call the police about this but my mom said if i hadnt gotten a good look at the person or the liscense plate we couldnt do much about it. But now im not allowed to through the go-station at night anymore, or even out at 10 anymore without someone walking with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27346174-115375369491279651?l=greengumshoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115375369491279651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27346174&amp;postID=115375369491279651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/115375369491279651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/115375369491279651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/2006/07/freaky-night.html' title='freaky night'/><author><name>Bubbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657036863419825421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27346174.post-115266760912385972</id><published>2006-07-11T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T18:26:49.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...useless day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Playing &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;solitare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;while&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;listening &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;to&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;"i've got too much time on my hands" &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;everyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;loves &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;irony &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27346174-115266760912385972?l=greengumshoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115266760912385972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Fireworx!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7332/2878/1600/100_2470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7332/2878/320/100_2470.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7332/2878/1600/100_2466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7332/2878/320/100_2466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7332/2878/1600/100_2463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7332/2878/320/100_2463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7332/2878/1600/100_2461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7332/2878/320/100_2461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/115185697602319095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/2006/07/fireworx.html' title='Fireworx!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Bubbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657036863419825421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27346174.post-115172090754532100</id><published>2006-06-30T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T19:28:27.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautify blog /Moving blog</title><content type='html'>Looking at my last post, and been comparing them to some pics of my friends msn spaces...i think i need to change a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Start wearing eye make-up&lt;br /&gt;2. Work out abs twice a day&lt;br /&gt;3. Cut down on pop and drink more green tea and water&lt;br /&gt;4. Whiten teeth (the least i can do until i get braces)&lt;br /&gt;5. Eat more, but work out on bike as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, just wanted to also mention that i am moving, 95% official now. We're putting the house on the market for a high price to start so that maybe it'll take longer to sell and my dad has more time for job offers. Till then, we are having a garage sale and everyone has to keep the house as organized as possible for the ppl coming around to see the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27346174-115172090754532100?l=greengumshoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115172090754532100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27346174&amp;postID=115172090754532100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/115172090754532100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/115172090754532100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/2006/06/beautify-blog-moving-blog.html' title='Beautify blog /Moving blog'/><author><name>Bubbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657036863419825421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27346174.post-115163566261571003</id><published>2006-06-29T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T19:47:42.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PICCYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7332/2878/1600/hannah4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7332/2878/320/hannah4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               Me high on sugar!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7332/2878/1600/hannah3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7332/2878/320/hannah3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Natasha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7332/2878/1600/hannah2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7332/2878/320/hannah2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Jasmin at the drive-in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7332/2878/1600/hannah1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7332/2878/320/hannah1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Random pic of my bra strap......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27346174-115163566261571003?l=greengumshoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115163566261571003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27346174&amp;postID=115163566261571003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/115163566261571003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/115163566261571003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/2006/06/piccys.html' title='PICCYS'/><author><name>Bubbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657036863419825421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27346174.post-115163411488777158</id><published>2006-06-29T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T19:21:54.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So my mom and sister have decided that i am underweight.....and now i have to start building muscle to make them happy, grrr. Now i thought, best way to do this is work out on the excersise bike thats gathering dust upstairs cuz tht way i build muscle and also get the leg strength im gonna need for next year, oh and speaking of which, i re-checked the ROPSAA scores for junior girls 400m, and im already at a pretty standard time, so im feeling surprisingly confident about competing next year.                                                &lt;br /&gt;Next topic, im back together with Ex boyfriend. First few days i was with him i felt like this was actually gonna work, and i honestly really enjoyed spending time with him. Then we started hanging out with our friends as a couple again, and it was all back to it used to be. He acts like a five year old...and not in a cute way. And he constantly needs my attention or gets mad and freaks out...then the rest of the time he just wants to makeout. Thats really not a relationship i can be completely happy in.And as much as i love my friends, they feel they need to judge and comment at every moment in my relationship with him. anyways...ppl are coming in the basement, so gtg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27346174-115163411488777158?l=greengumshoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115163411488777158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27346174&amp;postID=115163411488777158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/115163411488777158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/115163411488777158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-my-mom-and-sister-have-decided-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Bubbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657036863419825421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27346174.post-115117514188381586</id><published>2006-06-24T11:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T11:52:21.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgot to add something to last post hehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I Should Tell You/Not Ready To Make Nice/The Moulin Rouge Ballad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27346174-115117514188381586?l=greengumshoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115117514188381586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27346174&amp;postID=115117514188381586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/115117514188381586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/115117514188381586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/2006/06/forgot-to-add-something-to-last-post.html' title='Forgot to add something to last post hehe'/><author><name>Bubbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657036863419825421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27346174.post-115117467202529642</id><published>2006-06-24T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T11:44:32.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favourites!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movies:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Big fish, Strictly ballroom, Fandango,Queen of the damned,Simply Irresistible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colour:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Any kind of bread, perogies...is tht how u spell it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Country:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;England&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;State:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;North Carolina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Restaurant:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Frankie Tomatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tv Show:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Malcom In The Middle/Fawlty Towers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ps2 games:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Frequency, Smuggler's run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random Place To Go:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Webster's Falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Theme park:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Canada's Wonderland!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clothing To Wear:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My army pants!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things To Do:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Go to murder mystery plays/plays in general/Boating/Skidoo Driving!!/white water rafting/Hiking/Purposely Getting L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ost/Jumping On Trampolines/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ice Cream:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mint chocolate chip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Songs:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Time after time/Torn/Kryptonite/Brackish/Somebody Told Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pick-Up Line:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; "I lost my number, can i have yours?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie Saying:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"I'd like to tell you that two minutes later she came out running into my arms, but then i'd be lying.....It took 5".......I forget what movie that was from!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will name it squishy and it will be my squishy".....Finding Nemo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was a whole bunch of randomness....i think i'm forgeting some stuff but o well&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27346174-115117467202529642?l=greengumshoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115117467202529642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27346174&amp;postID=115117467202529642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/115117467202529642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/115117467202529642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/2006/06/favourites.html' title='Favourites!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Bubbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657036863419825421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27346174.post-115042239719104583</id><published>2006-06-15T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T18:46:37.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-Crisis Averted-</title><content type='html'>New nicknames:&lt;br /&gt;One of my best friends from streestville-!nsane&lt;br /&gt;One of my BOY CRAZY  friends- Frenchie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an msn convo with !nsane......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!nsane: Bubbles i dont know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: Why?&lt;br /&gt;!nsane: I cant get that guy out of my head&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: Oh no....&lt;br /&gt;!nsane:I mean this stuff doesnt happen to me.....what?&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: UR TURNING INTO FRENCHIE!!&lt;br /&gt;!nsane: WHAT?!?! NOOO!!! NEVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles:WE DONT NEED ANOTHER ONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;!nsane: ok ok, hes out of my head!!!! poof!!! all gone!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: thank god&lt;br /&gt;!nsane: *phew*&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: -Crisis Averted-&lt;br /&gt;!nsane: Roger that&lt;br /&gt;    .....&lt;br /&gt;!nsane: Promise me u'll never say im turning into her again?&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: Ok.....SCOUTS HONOR!&lt;br /&gt;!nsane:.....&lt;br /&gt;!nsane: I think im gonna go now....&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: .....good plan...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27346174-115042239719104583?l=greengumshoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/feeds/115042239719104583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27346174&amp;postID=115042239719104583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/115042239719104583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/115042239719104583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/2006/06/crisis-averted.html' title='-Crisis Averted-'/><author><name>Bubbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657036863419825421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27346174.post-114998424447390261</id><published>2006-06-10T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T17:04:04.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Head....throbbing... &gt;_&lt;</title><content type='html'>omg....drank soo much last night. Empty boat house.....lots of horny guys....every alcohol mixed into my glass...and i chugged it...stupid idea. Let's just say...i woke up with a swollen lip...lack of cell phone...kaluha drenched t-shirt...and two hickeys. -_- time for sleep...o shit im meeting up more ppl today....agggggghhh get me advil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27346174-114998424447390261?l=greengumshoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/feeds/114998424447390261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27346174&amp;postID=114998424447390261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/114998424447390261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/114998424447390261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/2006/06/headthrobbing.html' title='Head....throbbing... &gt;_&lt;'/><author><name>Bubbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657036863419825421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27346174.post-114981029146616422</id><published>2006-06-08T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T16:46:14.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how much i weigh (according to blogthings)</title><content type='html'>&lt;/a&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Weigh 156&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howmuchdoyouweighquiz/scale.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you weigh less than this, you either have a fast metabolism or are about to gain weight.If you weigh more than this, you may be losing a few pounds soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;How'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/howmuchdoyouweighquiz/"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Much Do You Weigh?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27346174-114981029146616422?l=greengumshoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/feeds/114981029146616422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27346174&amp;postID=114981029146616422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/114981029146616422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/114981029146616422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-much-i-weigh-according-to.html' title='how much i weigh (according to blogthings)'/><author><name>Bubbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657036863419825421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27346174.post-114972830454067924</id><published>2006-06-07T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T17:58:24.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So proud of myself *giggles*</title><content type='html'>tehe, last year wen we did the track part of the course, i could do high jump so easily the first day......then sadly, i grew an ass :P  So i bumped the bar every single time.  So we started track and feild in gym a couple of days ago, and i made every single jump!!!!! And what's even better is that my grade 11 friend (i dont have a nickname for him) was watching me, and so was my grade 10 friend....as well as my ex. I though i was gonna run into the bar head first i was so nervous! Then my grade 10 friend helped me out a lot and said fuck it who cares if u make it or not, if itll make u feel better ill even jump after u :)&lt;br /&gt;He is Such a good friend!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And so i jumped and even cleared the highest jump by lik.....the size of another head:D:D&lt;br /&gt;And so i ran up to my grade 11 friend....&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: Omg did u see that i made it!!&lt;br /&gt;Grade 10: Good job!!! u even cleared it by tht much!! *gestures with hands*&lt;br /&gt;*Grade 11 gives me pick up hug*&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: I think i lost my ass again thts why i made it!&lt;br /&gt;Grade 11: i donno, (asks my Ex) what do u think, does she still have an ass? * turns me around, and i cant do anything about it cuz he's holding me up-dam tall ppl*&lt;br /&gt;* Grade 10 slaps my ass*&lt;br /&gt;Ex:......mmhm.....i gtg bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D:D:D:D I love making him jealous by using his own friends....is that so wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and more happy news.....When i ran the 400 metre run today, i was ahead of everyone almost the whole race, just not the first 5 seconds cuz i started behind:(    But n e ways, i saw this big white line at the end of the race and so i was like "omg im finally done" and so i stop for maybe 4 seconds, and sit down on the grass waiting for everyone else....and the girl that was in second went passed me saying "u noe thts not the finish line". Me: WHAT?!?! so i jump up and finish the race in second. But in my book i came in first!I even took a few seconds getting back my breath and i was ahead of them!! if only i wasent so stupid.....im gonna go read a book now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27346174-114972830454067924?l=greengumshoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/feeds/114972830454067924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27346174&amp;postID=114972830454067924' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/114972830454067924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/114972830454067924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-proud-of-myself-giggles.html' title='So proud of myself *giggles*'/><author><name>Bubbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657036863419825421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27346174.post-114956091322458633</id><published>2006-06-05T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T19:28:33.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poker night blondeness</title><content type='html'>Ok so random times during the month me and my brothers (sometimes the neighbor) will play poker in the basement, and we decided to today. For once i didnt lose terribly! I actually won the All IN game :D  But as always, about 5 rounds in everyone becomes giggly from all of the hilariously stupid jokes we make. Like peter screwing his face LMFAO (it was his strategy). So after we're done playing i go to do laundry and they call me back to the poker table....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: Hey come back, we're doing a round of 'High card'&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: OMG guys i need to do laundry!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(walks into the room overly dramatic)&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: what do u want?!?!&lt;br /&gt;(J fans out the card deck on the table)&lt;br /&gt;P: pick a card&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles in all her blondeness: ok, eight&lt;br /&gt;P: .....&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: oh right, PICK a card, from the table... (picks up random card)&lt;br /&gt;J &amp; P: LMFAO&lt;br /&gt;P: *sarcastic* omg i hope i get nine!&lt;br /&gt;(J starts dying of laughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now remember, we were all laughing like crazy at anything stupid so this was hilarious to both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another golden moment half way into the game.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P deals out the cards)&lt;br /&gt;J: I've got a pair of jesus's&lt;br /&gt;P: Can u even make Jesus a plural?&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: No it's like 'Moose'&lt;br /&gt;J: Jesus is like moose?&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: is a pair of jesus's code for like kings or something?&lt;br /&gt;P: No kings would b chuck norris&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: Why do u relate everything to Chuck Norris?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;P: Because It's Chuck Norris, I mean Chuck Norris is Chuck Norris c'mon!&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: Just because u repeat urself doesnt explain anything!!!!&lt;br /&gt;P: CHUCK NORRIS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poker night is great......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27346174-114956091322458633?l=greengumshoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/feeds/114956091322458633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27346174&amp;postID=114956091322458633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/114956091322458633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/114956091322458633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/2006/06/poker-night-blondeness.html' title='Poker night blondeness'/><author><name>Bubbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657036863419825421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27346174.post-114919995735199101</id><published>2006-06-01T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T15:12:37.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The amazing toilet bra!!!</title><content type='html'>This is definetly going to be one of my most embarresing moments. As most of my friends know, my bra is very prone to breaking at random moments. Like when i was just walking down the hall, i gave one of my friends a hug, and it completely snapped off and i thought i lost it, and i was searching up and down the halls for a bra strap, and almost bumped into a few ppl. n e ways, thts not the story. here it is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: Monkey!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Monkey: Mika!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*hug*&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: o shit....&lt;br /&gt;Monkey: What?&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: My bra strap broke again :(&lt;br /&gt;Monkey: lol, at least u didn't lose it down the hall this time, it's still half on&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: true, i guess ill fix it during gym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(during gym class, changing room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee: what's with ur bra?&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: it broke&lt;br /&gt;Coffee: again?!?! maybe try wearing a different bra&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: to poor&lt;br /&gt;Coffee: fine, ill buy u a whole package of bras!!&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: k.... 0_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(during running warm-up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: I should've fixed my bra, one boob is fine but the other is bouncing everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;Coffee: O_O ..........THINGS I DONT NEED TO KNOW&lt;br /&gt;( I try fixing my bra strap while running but ends up looking like im feeling my boob)&lt;br /&gt;Coffee: wtf&lt;br /&gt;(guys at the other half of the room start staring)&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: fuck fuck fuck! look away perverts! oh w/e, ill just finish running then fix it&lt;br /&gt;Coffee: umm...bubbles..&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: yeh?&lt;br /&gt;(coffee points to bra strap on the ground at the other end of the room)&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles:O_O *turns around completely and looks like falling when pick the bra strap off the ground*&lt;br /&gt;Coffee, China, Mushu, Shell: LMAO&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: thnx guys -_-&lt;br /&gt;(end of warm up, and every one starts going outside to play baseball)&lt;br /&gt;Coffee: come on, we'll go to the bathroom and you can fix the strap&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: kk thnx!&lt;br /&gt;(in the bathroom)&lt;br /&gt;Coffee: hurry up, they're starting the game soon&lt;br /&gt;( I run into the bathroom stall and start putting the strap back on)&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: o....fuck.....&lt;br /&gt;Coffee:what?&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles:......shit...&lt;br /&gt;Coffee: what?!&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;Coffee: god dammit what?!?&lt;br /&gt;( i come out of the bathroom stall, and point to the toilet)&lt;br /&gt;Coffee:.............U DROPPED THE STRAP IN THE TOILET?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: well, it would look that way...&lt;br /&gt;Coffee: omg, ill get it out&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: *starts laughing like crazy at own stupidity*...how r u getting it out?&lt;br /&gt;Coffee: umm...&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: leave it there, we'll tell the teacher what happened and ask for a pencil or something to get it out&lt;br /&gt;Coffee:...a pencil...r u serious?&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: got any better plans smarty?&lt;br /&gt;Coffee: Not to drop any more bra straps in the toilet!&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: -_- ........let's go&lt;br /&gt;( we start walking down the hall to outside doors)&lt;br /&gt;Coffee: heeey...look, the supply room&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: there's teachers in there we cant get anything&lt;br /&gt;Coffee: we could use the stapler, maybe we could get the strap out then staple it to ur bra so it doesn't fall off anymore :P&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles:.....not amused...&lt;br /&gt;(teacher walks by)&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles, Coffee: *start staring at ceiling trying not to look suspicious*&lt;br /&gt;Coffee: c'mon, we'll just ask the teacher for the stapler&lt;br /&gt;* Bubbles runs into the room and steals stapler almost sliding on the floor*&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: Go! go! go!&lt;br /&gt;Coffee:...this isn't mission impossible -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the highlight of my day i guess, when we got the strap out of the toilet i decided it was too nasty to wear right now so wrapped it up in toilet paper to dry, and ran the bases in base-ball with one hand holding up my boob. For the love of god someone buy me a bra!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27346174-114919995735199101?l=greengumshoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/feeds/114919995735199101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27346174&amp;postID=114919995735199101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/114919995735199101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/114919995735199101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/2006/06/amazing-toilet-bra.html' title='The amazing toilet bra!!!'/><author><name>Bubbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657036863419825421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27346174.post-114886717596418108</id><published>2006-05-28T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T18:46:15.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The meaning of fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fear:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;alse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;vidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;ppearing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;eal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27346174-114886717596418108?l=greengumshoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/feeds/114886717596418108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27346174&amp;postID=114886717596418108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/114886717596418108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/114886717596418108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/2006/05/meaning-of-fear.html' title='The meaning of fear'/><author><name>Bubbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657036863419825421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27346174.post-114818178467660202</id><published>2006-05-20T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T20:23:04.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>u noe it was a pointless day wen the highlight was bacon</title><content type='html'>hehehe..hey guess wat...i only just realized there were ppl leaving comments on my post..by ppl i mean suteki mainly....but still...i didnt noe u could do tht...0_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this was a really confusing pointless day.. but fun ^_^&lt;br /&gt;My friend *Gina* invited me to a party, and told me she'd give me the details on saturday...then saturday came around and i remembered me and her are both *phone-o-phobic* and she doesnt have msn at her house -_-   but before i realized tht....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phantom:hey&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: hey&lt;br /&gt;Phantom:im bored&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: me too, wanna do something?&lt;br /&gt;Phantom: sure, wat?&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles:well Gina invited me to a party want to come?&lt;br /&gt;Phantom: sure! wat time?&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles:......donno&lt;br /&gt;Phantom: where?&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles:....donno&lt;br /&gt;Phantom: -_- wen will u noe?&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles:....donno&lt;br /&gt;Phantom:....&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: or we could hang out at my house till i find out&lt;br /&gt;Phantom: sure! who shuld we invite?&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles:...donno&lt;br /&gt;Phantom:how bout Captain&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: ok! and Blossom, and Buttercup and captain's sis!&lt;br /&gt;Phantom: wen shuld we come?&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles:....donno...&lt;br /&gt;Phantom:....fine...2 it is&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: k!&lt;br /&gt; (5 minutes later)&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: u guys cant come to my house&lt;br /&gt;Phantom:.....&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: my parents just said no ppl over today, so we're going over to buttercup's&lt;br /&gt;Phantom: ok we'll b there at 2&lt;br /&gt;(5 minutes later)&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: u guys can't come to buttercup's&lt;br /&gt;Phantom:!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: her mom said no more than a few ppl. so the new plan is, me and blossom will go to her house, go on msn and talk to u guys than we will plan k?&lt;br /&gt;Phantom: alright O_0&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: ^_^&lt;br /&gt;(later at Buttercup's house)&lt;br /&gt;Phantom: so wats happening with the party?&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: o, i didnt tell u? im not going anymore&lt;br /&gt;Phantom:......me and captain were getting rdy....&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: well srry no party&lt;br /&gt;Phantom:....frustrating....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About an hour later we call them again and we all swear they got drunk because they kept talking about cutting grass with bacon..LMAO good times good times...they actually found bacon in the end, so i guess the point of the day was....bacon?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27346174-114818178467660202?l=greengumshoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/feeds/114818178467660202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27346174&amp;postID=114818178467660202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/114818178467660202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/114818178467660202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/2006/05/u-noe-it-was-pointless-day-wen.html' title='u noe it was a pointless day wen the highlight was bacon'/><author><name>Bubbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657036863419825421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27346174.post-114781942779074693</id><published>2006-05-16T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T15:43:47.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random starbucks</title><content type='html'>This is extremely frustrating, my math teacher wants us to memorize all these formulas!!! *tear*, but its all good..."mozart-greensleeves" is calming me down. anyways for some strange reason tht i dont get, but love none the less, guys are liking me all at once. If only they would spreed themselves out so i wouldnt have to choose!! first guy is the one i like the most right now, well call him captain:P:P for reasons i dont need to mention.....and the second guy we will call phantom becaz he is so awesome tht he likes phantom of the opera music as much as i do..mayb even more....thus we begin scene one in starbucks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: hey its ur pan flute again!play something!&lt;br /&gt;Captain: (turns to his sis) watch out for phantom he'll b here soon! okay, wat do u want me to play? in the jungle?&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: sure, but play the remix version!&lt;br /&gt;Captain:.....remix...on the pan flute? :S&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: yes^_^&lt;br /&gt;Captain: how am i supposed to do tht?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: i donno, just do it&lt;br /&gt;Captain: ahem...hey look its phantom&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: hi!!! captain was just about to play a remix of in the jungle on his pan flute!&lt;br /&gt;Captain: O_o&lt;br /&gt;Phantom: awesome...how do u do tht on the pan flute?&lt;br /&gt;Captain: U cant!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Phantom: mayb if u hooked up like an electric outlet to the pan flute or something&lt;br /&gt;Captain: FINE! (turns around to full house of starbucks customers behind us) ANYONE HAVE AN ELECTRIC OUTLET WITH THEM? I NEED TO PLAY A REMIX ON MY PAN FLUTE! ANYONE?ANYONE AT ALL?&lt;br /&gt;(Bubbles, phantom, and captain's sis break out laughing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;poor scared starbucks customers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an hour later, still in starbucks...not exaggerating at all we seriously stayed in starbucks for at least 2 hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Captain starts making popping noises with the pan flute*&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: THTS HOW U DO THE REMIX!!&lt;br /&gt;Captain:....&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: play the song while u do tht&lt;br /&gt;Captain: (starts playing the song and pops the pan flute with his finger...looks and probably sounds very odd)&lt;br /&gt;*Everyone claps*&lt;br /&gt;(by everyone i just mean our table, i think starbucks couldnt wait to get rid of our odd music)&lt;br /&gt;And tht ladies and gentlemen is how u do a remix on the pan flute...or u could just get the electric outlet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27346174-114781942779074693?l=greengumshoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/feeds/114781942779074693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27346174&amp;postID=114781942779074693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/114781942779074693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/114781942779074693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/2006/05/random-starbucks.html' title='random starbucks'/><author><name>Bubbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657036863419825421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27346174.post-114651947405827055</id><published>2006-05-01T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T14:37:54.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hyper mixed with insane...not good</title><content type='html'>The whole day i've been kinda hyper, loud and dramatic......more so than usual i mean:P First i will explain french class which we had in the library....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buttercup: I love my thongs&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles:.....excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;Buttercup: My sandals!&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: Oh, u mean flip flops&lt;br /&gt;Buttercup: yeah w/e&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: i think they are way too revealing&lt;br /&gt;Buttercup: huh?&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: well everyone knows that your toe nails are the most sensual part of your body and your just parading them around to every guy in school, slut&lt;br /&gt;Shell: Hahahaha....wait...is she being serious?&lt;br /&gt;Buttercup: I don't noe....*hides feet under desk*&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: Now if u'll excuse me i have to read about a black man&lt;br /&gt;*weird looks all round the table*&lt;br /&gt;RandomAnnoyingGuy: Hey hannah remember the time you.....&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: OMG I'M TRYING TO READ HERE! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BRING UP THE PAST! CAN'T YOU FORGIVE AND FORGET!? EVER SEEN A LITTLE SHOW CALLED RICKI LAKE! GOSH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;RandomAnnoying Guy: O_O&lt;br /&gt;RandomAnnoyingGuy2:......Ricki....Lake?&lt;br /&gt;* Table of AnnoyingGuys continue an odd conversation about Ricki Lake*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on at lunch.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: Let's go uptown&lt;br /&gt;ChocolateMilk: *get's up from bleachers walks around in the same spot 3 times then jumps up*&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles:Wat was the point of that?&lt;br /&gt;ChocolateMilk:I was unbalanced&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: right....&lt;br /&gt;ChocolateMilk:Hey look at that!&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: Ashton Kutcher?!?!&lt;br /&gt;ChocolateMilk:.....Sure...Let's go with that&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: Omg im getting punk'd!&lt;br /&gt;ChocolateMilk: we should make our own show like that&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: ?_?&lt;br /&gt;ChocolateMilk:Called BUGGED!!!Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles:......k......ahem...ahem...&lt;br /&gt;ChocolateMilk:There's ashton kutcher now! *points to random person*&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles:....that's a girl&lt;br /&gt;ChocolateMilk: i noe..ehehehe&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: two can play that game!&lt;br /&gt;*punker dude goes by on bicycle*&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: There goes princess Diana to the scene of the car crash!&lt;br /&gt;ChocolateMilk: HAHAhahaha.....ooo thts cold....&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: I noe, it just sorta came out...&lt;br /&gt;ChocolateMilk: didn't she die in a car crash? not a bicycle&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: yeah, i was just testing u&lt;br /&gt;ChocolateMilk: ....y...&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: CUZ U JUST GOT PUNK'D!!&lt;br /&gt;ChocolateMilk:..ehehe....no&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27346174-114651947405827055?l=greengumshoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/feeds/114651947405827055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27346174&amp;postID=114651947405827055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/114651947405827055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/114651947405827055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/2006/05/hyper-mixed-with-insanenot-good.html' title='Hyper mixed with insane...not good'/><author><name>Bubbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657036863419825421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27346174.post-114645030094753567</id><published>2006-04-30T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T19:25:00.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll take that as a compliment.....</title><content type='html'>As most of my friends noe, me and school do not get along. Especially math. Math class i get frustrated and bitchy, this isn't good when i have math class first period. So i have no idea what im doing with all these stupid formulas like y=mx+b. Garrrrr!!&lt;br /&gt; Then Friday last period math class comes and we get the usual lesson then handout. And the weirdest thing happened......I understood wat i was doing!...kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles:(stupid sheet) Omg...did i get tht right?!&lt;br /&gt;Cheerygirl: Yeah.....&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles:*Raises hand waiting 20min for the teacher to come!*&lt;br /&gt;MathClown: Uh huh?&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: Is this right?!?!?!? *almost freaking out teacher*&lt;br /&gt;MathClown: Thats right....Thats right....&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles:*Smiles insanely*&lt;br /&gt;MathClown: Wait a sec..wat did u do here....&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles:(NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;MathClown: Where did u get 7 from?&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles:That was the X the question said! see right over....here....somewhere....&lt;br /&gt;MathClown: The X is 4&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: Oh...well the work was right! right?&lt;br /&gt;MathClown: Yes, the work is all right.....you just can't read.&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles: -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27346174-114645030094753567?l=greengumshoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/feeds/114645030094753567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27346174&amp;postID=114645030094753567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/114645030094753567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27346174/posts/default/114645030094753567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengumshoe.blogspot.com/2006/04/ill-take-that-as-compliment.html' title='I&apos;ll take that as a compliment.....'/><author><name>Bubbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657036863419825421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
