<?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-451217174430007791</id><updated>2011-10-14T01:34:31.185-07:00</updated><category term='Story'/><category term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Fiesty, Reader, Anime Lover</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-6318315236275907915</id><published>2011-07-22T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T15:12:37.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUN at Alaska Summer Research Academy!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Man this module is as funny as the shows I watch on Saturday's!!!!! Not so simple machines is very fun but i am the only gurl there!!!!! It is sort of sad but i am having a lot more fun than last year i have attended!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I finally posted on this. I haven't been on this for ages and ages!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;At least I hope everyone have a great summer every year and so on!!! YAYYYYYYYYY!!!!!! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed&lt;br /&gt;Nicole C.M. Stevens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I took apart an old typewriter and finally got it done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-6318315236275907915?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/6318315236275907915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2011/07/fun-at-alaska-summer-research-academy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/6318315236275907915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/6318315236275907915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2011/07/fun-at-alaska-summer-research-academy.html' title='FUN at Alaska Summer Research Academy!!!!!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-3370475378438141873</id><published>2010-12-08T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T16:11:12.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Origami</title><content type='html'>In math class we made a 16 point modular star. It looks really cool. Especially in different color!! :) :D! The big one is still in progress, the little one is complete. This is the completed version of a small 16 point modular star.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/TP_YzGH__jI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zSioEfo9i6A/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-12-08%2Bat%2B10.12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/TP_YzGH__jI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zSioEfo9i6A/s200/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-12-08%2Bat%2B10.12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548391638272835122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I haven't made it in color yet but I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.origami-instruction/origami-modular-star.html"&gt;http://www.origami-instructions.com/origami-modular-star.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the site. I could make balloons as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-3370475378438141873?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/3370475378438141873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2010/12/origami.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/3370475378438141873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/3370475378438141873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2010/12/origami.html' title='Origami'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/TP_YzGH__jI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zSioEfo9i6A/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-12-08%2Bat%2B10.12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-6968716128594185786</id><published>2010-11-19T11:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T11:34:50.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AFN Alaska Fedration of Natives</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/TObQZ7R7J2I/AAAAAAAAAI8/SPPahWcRfVI/s1600/103_2117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/TObQZ7R7J2I/AAAAAAAAAI8/SPPahWcRfVI/s200/103_2117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541345535354152802" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/TObNDg1EDgI/AAAAAAAAAHk/m1ciZK_9J6c/s1600/103_2061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/TObNDg1EDgI/AAAAAAAAAHk/m1ciZK_9J6c/s200/103_2061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541341851761774082" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;AFN was so much fun!!! :)) I am so happy I could get on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;finally!!!&lt;br /&gt;In this picture there was a yellow jacket a dead one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/TObNDJ3hpcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/eSf7KUV5g6k/s1600/103_2059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/TObNDJ3hpcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/eSf7KUV5g6k/s200/103_2059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541341845598086594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/TObNELQiS3I/AAAAAAAAAHs/kQBtuet3w6Y/s1600/103_2065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/TObNELQiS3I/AAAAAAAAAHs/kQBtuet3w6Y/s200/103_2065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541341863151291250" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/TObNFNndY7I/AAAAAAAAAH8/FHs7RwvGSKA/s1600/103_2070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/TObNFNndY7I/AAAAAAAAAH8/FHs7RwvGSKA/s200/103_2070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541341880964178866" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/TObNEq8dTwI/AAAAAAAAAH0/dV4BCIlgR8Q/s1600/103_2069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/TObNEq8dTwI/AAAAAAAAAH0/dV4BCIlgR8Q/s200/103_2069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541341871657012994" 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;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Guess Who!!!!!!! She was at the conference!!! :))))))) And He was at the conference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/TObPKLxmkII/AAAAAAAAAIc/btflZy1n414/s1600/103_2110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/TObPKLxmkII/AAAAAAAAAIc/btflZy1n414/s200/103_2110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541344165392453762" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/TObPJoBFltI/AAAAAAAAAIU/wgKcIDXpFRk/s1600/103_2100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/TObPJoBFltI/AAAAAAAAAIU/wgKcIDXpFRk/s200/103_2100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541344155793725138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/TObPIdgm3NI/AAAAAAAAAIE/PNZ5L3t3IHA/s1600/103_2093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; 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margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/TObQZUdHxnI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iDJGEUdD9yk/s200/103_2116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541345524932134514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-6968716128594185786?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/6968716128594185786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2010/11/afn-alaska-fedration-of-natives_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/6968716128594185786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/6968716128594185786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2010/11/afn-alaska-fedration-of-natives_19.html' title='AFN Alaska Fedration of Natives'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/TObQZ7R7J2I/AAAAAAAAAI8/SPPahWcRfVI/s72-c/103_2117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-3858890979425814091</id><published>2010-09-10T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T11:20:13.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HUGE MOOOSE :P!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/TIp0X1iDubI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ZgkOURNBOkw/s1600/103_1975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/TIp0X1iDubI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ZgkOURNBOkw/s200/103_1975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515348646524336562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That was a really huge, enormous, and big moose, with a small one as well.&lt;/span&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/TIp0XbJSfVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Y4UuoMnKjA0/s1600/103_1974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/TIp0XbJSfVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Y4UuoMnKjA0/s200/103_1974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515348639441124690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I was so surprised at how huge that moose was when they caught it.&lt;/span&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/TIp0We7fL6I/AAAAAAAAAG0/zXw7vn0BTXo/s1600/103_1973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/TIp0We7fL6I/AAAAAAAAAG0/zXw7vn0BTXo/s200/103_1973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515348623277109154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;There were a lot of meat to cut, my fingers were sore days after the cutting of the moose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/TIp0V-wmePI/AAAAAAAAAGs/YXHTGN-SRBQ/s1600/103_1972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/TIp0V-wmePI/AAAAAAAAAGs/YXHTGN-SRBQ/s200/103_1972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515348614641514738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Even the head was huge.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Sorry about the dates again my camera is really wacky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-3858890979425814091?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/3858890979425814091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2010/09/huge-mooose-p.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/3858890979425814091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/3858890979425814091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2010/09/huge-mooose-p.html' title='HUGE MOOOSE :P!!!!!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/TIp0X1iDubI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ZgkOURNBOkw/s72-c/103_1975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-3945643012146251152</id><published>2010-08-27T10:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T11:27:10.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ASRA 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/THf-8qkuS5I/AAAAAAAAAGk/zpnNij4nWc8/s1600/103_1948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/THf-8qkuS5I/AAAAAAAAAGk/zpnNij4nWc8/s200/103_1948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510152987285015442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture above was when we had a glow stick war!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/THf-6497KDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/G_5lQ3vZYZg/s1600/103_1947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/THf-6497KDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/G_5lQ3vZYZg/s200/103_1947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510152956789073970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is when we had pool time for 4 days, this is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/THf-8druoLI/AAAAAAAAAGc/FxaDCSmJdN4/s1600/103_1953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/THf-8druoLI/AAAAAAAAAGc/FxaDCSmJdN4/s200/103_1953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510152983824736434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/THf-6VGAJwI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wmmQFdzF9Ak/s1600/103_1949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/THf-6VGAJwI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wmmQFdzF9Ak/s200/103_1949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510152947159279362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/THf-AsWLmnI/AAAAAAAAAF8/HqK9r_8OXzs/s1600/103_1929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/THf-AsWLmnI/AAAAAAAAAF8/HqK9r_8OXzs/s200/103_1929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510151956968741490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These 3 pictures above are our presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/THf9_EOqC-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/xhFSiQWdRUo/s1600/103_1806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/THf9_EOqC-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/xhFSiQWdRUo/s200/103_1806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510151929019894754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my "Drowned Puppy" that's what my friends call it since it could not go down with the hook that Peter used to get the ROV's down to the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/THf9__o3qXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/vXnaxt4jjBo/s1600/103_1824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/THf9__o3qXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/vXnaxt4jjBo/s200/103_1824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510151944967530866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This above is playing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/THf9_oHBt1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/Cpar4W4SdJE/s1600/103_1816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/THf9_oHBt1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/Cpar4W4SdJE/s200/103_1816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510151938651567954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is when we had to go to a meeting with the New York Life People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/THf81rDTh9I/AAAAAAAAAFU/9FOmdj5Hs7w/s1600/103_1805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/THf81rDTh9I/AAAAAAAAAFU/9FOmdj5Hs7w/s200/103_1805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510150668130944978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was an awesome experiment one morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/THf81E2gG4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/hN9pZ5NDemo/s1600/103_1802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/THf81E2gG4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/hN9pZ5NDemo/s200/103_1802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510150657876695938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the classroom we used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/THf802Z4w2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/7f293ps1dB4/s1600/103_1800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/THf802Z4w2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/7f293ps1dB4/s200/103_1800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510150653998580578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playtime in next two images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/THf80ASeQDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/h23I8Fv5T2E/s1600/103_1799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/THf80ASeQDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/h23I8Fv5T2E/s200/103_1799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510150639471968306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my classmates painted their floater and we called it "The Radio Active Cheeta."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/THf8zylHHBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9Gj-N-DVk-8/s1600/103_1795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/THf8zylHHBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9Gj-N-DVk-8/s200/103_1795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510150635792047122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Presentation time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/THf-AbFb1DI/AAAAAAAAAF0/aBALoy2sNRI/s1600/103_1849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/THf-AbFb1DI/AAAAAAAAAF0/aBALoy2sNRI/s200/103_1849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510151952335098930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Talent Show!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Excuse the date my camera went bonkers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-3945643012146251152?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/3945643012146251152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2010/08/asra-2010.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/3945643012146251152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/3945643012146251152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2010/08/asra-2010.html' title='ASRA 2010'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/THf-8qkuS5I/AAAAAAAAAGk/zpnNij4nWc8/s72-c/103_1948.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-8044299553090127554</id><published>2010-04-20T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T11:24:34.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juneau trip!! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/S83q4vM6MfI/AAAAAAAAADk/v_2pvWUpiHE/s1600/103_1521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/S83q4vM6MfI/AAAAAAAAADk/v_2pvWUpiHE/s200/103_1521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462280183534465522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&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;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/S83q4C0tdrI/AAAAAAAAADc/4CbiUQjm0xA/s1600/103_1524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/S83q4C0tdrI/AAAAAAAAADc/4CbiUQjm0xA/s200/103_1524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462280171621807794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;The Juneau was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;awesome I Got to see Mendenhall Glacier. I have a picture her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;e they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; It was so Huge I never has seen a glacier before only on TV that was so AWESOME!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/S83q3neGo3I/AAAAAAAAADU/Kko81zwG1zU/s1600/103_1521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/S83q3neGo3I/AAAAAAAAADU/Kko81zwG1zU/s200/103_1521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462280164279231346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so AWESOME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/S83sUcEM46I/AAAAAAAAADs/sd_AVp6_hko/s1600/103_1526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/S83sUcEM46I/AAAAAAAAADs/sd_AVp6_hko/s200/103_1526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462281758945633186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/S83sVNyzAKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/KVfyIGrVBZM/s1600/103_1528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/S83sVNyzAKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/KVfyIGrVBZM/s200/103_1528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462281772294406306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Then we went to the Pier where all the tourist ships come in and the mountains were really cool here's some pics. it was so beautiful there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/S83sUhkOaOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/jelffO4-2sk/s1600/103_1527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/S83sUhkOaOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/jelffO4-2sk/s200/103_1527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462281760422127842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were introduced at the room where the Senators, Representativ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;es meet to have a discussion about stuff and we met with our family member Janya Kelly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/S83t42VaHRI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jydW94v77S8/s1600/103_1530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 163px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/S83t42VaHRI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jydW94v77S8/s200/103_1530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462283483984043282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/S83t5SRJPVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/J5C2lQrKvK0/s1600/103_1531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/S83t5SRJPVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/J5C2lQrKvK0/s200/103_1531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462283491482352978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Then we continued our Lobbyist to promote the 1:1 program with the computers with the Kotzebue people and that Juneau School. And some time ago We met with Representative Joule we had a really good talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/S83vycN18II/AAAAAAAAAEc/WEMvuphceLs/s1600/103_1536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/S83vycN18II/AAAAAAAAAEc/WEMvuphceLs/s200/103_1536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462285572917031042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/S83vx-jXKVI/AAAAAAAAAEU/16G3F-b8Xsk/s1600/103_1533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/S83vx-jXKVI/AAAAAAAAAEU/16G3F-b8Xsk/s200/103_1533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462285564954224978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;He was so helpful to me with a lot of information also on the 16th of March it was so sunny we woke up in the morning to sunnyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun during my trip to Juneau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-8044299553090127554?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/8044299553090127554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2010/04/juneau-trip-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/8044299553090127554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/8044299553090127554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2010/04/juneau-trip-d.html' title='Juneau trip!! :D'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/S83q4vM6MfI/AAAAAAAAADk/v_2pvWUpiHE/s72-c/103_1521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-7787107230286057895</id><published>2010-03-26T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T11:25:58.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="hdtxt1"&gt;Successful Programmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; A man was walking along the shore when he found a bottle. He picked it up, dusted it off and a genie suddenly appeared. The genie told the man that he would grant him one wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; "What I would really like is to go to Hawaii, but I'm afraid of flying and the idea of going in a boat doesn't appeal to me," the man said. "So, I wish there was a bridge from here to Hawaii."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;  "Sorry," said the genie, "that's not possible. You'll have to make another wish."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;  "Okay. I'd like to know how to become a successful computer programmer," the man said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;  "How many lanes would you like on that bridge?" the genie asked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext1"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;These are really funny jokes about computers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="hdtxt1"&gt;Advertising in Error Messages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="bodytext1"&gt; Microsoft announced it is selling advertising space in the error messages that appear in Windows.&lt;p&gt; Acknowledging for the first time ever that the average user of their operating system encounters error messages at least several times a day, Microsoft is attempting to take financial advantage of the unavoidable opportunity to make an ad impression.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "We estimate that throughout the world, at any given moment, several million people are getting a 'general protection fault' or 'illegal operation' warning. We will be able to generate significant revenue by including a short advertising message along with it," said Microsoft marketing director Nathan Mirror. He also mentioned that Microsoft is intending to add banner ads into its Blue Screen of Death in the very near future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The Justice Department immediately indicated they intend to investigate whether Microsoft is gaining an unfair advantage in reaching the public with this advertising by virtue of its semi-monopolistic control over error messages.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&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/451217174430007791-7787107230286057895?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/7787107230286057895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2010/03/funny-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/7787107230286057895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/7787107230286057895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2010/03/funny-jokes.html' title='Funny Jokes'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-5904210337232948146</id><published>2010-02-19T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T20:05:21.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Stuff</title><content type='html'>Last night I had this cool dream.My dream was about aliens from the movie Aliens and spirits that has the power to posses people in a bad way, a horrible, and CHAOTIC way that would kill people! first off  I ran some place and went to this church then I saw my sister-in-law and then I cast away an evil spirit to wherever it came from. Then these people came in and said that there was a dinosaur far from here so I went along. Next thing I knew I was virtually killing off aliens and then this alien wasn't being killed, and he changed to a man and took me away to his castle and I woke up before he and I danced. I guess the guy was the king of the Aliens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-5904210337232948146?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/5904210337232948146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2010/02/more-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/5904210337232948146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/5904210337232948146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2010/02/more-stuff.html' title='More Stuff'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-4305777540830756131</id><published>2010-01-26T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T14:47:45.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Multi-Media</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I can't wait to start taking pictures for the contest next month. My movie will be about how to draw a person with school supplies or something like that. I hope it works. I have to figure how to combine them to make a stop motion movie. I hope Erin knows how to do that or Lyle with the new version of iMovie. I am so excited! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-4305777540830756131?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/4305777540830756131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2010/01/multi-media.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/4305777540830756131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/4305777540830756131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2010/01/multi-media.html' title='Multi-Media'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-4674357034080432274</id><published>2009-12-11T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T11:06:22.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night</title><content type='html'>I hate today so much. I AM CRANKY!!!!!! My stupid dog woke me up at 3 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IN THE MORNING.&lt;/span&gt; I couldn't sleep till 4 or 5 am. She had to go pee and I didn't take notice. I WAS SLEEPY AT THE TIME!! so don't blame me for it. But I should have taken her out when my mom asked me if she had to go out. I should have done that, so she will never whine at night again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man why did I act so bad on Monday in Robotics. I knew I wasn't supposed to email Daniel during class. I shouldn't have emailed him back. Ugh! But I still hope I can bring this computer home this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had A dream a vivid dream. I was In an airplane that was small. Also there was this faker that was trying to kill all the kids that were in the plane but I managed to save them some how. Then night fall came, We were asleep and then three children was controlled by the faker and they tried holding me down since I was at the top of the bunk. But i some how managed to escape their grasp. and then the rest is a blur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-4674357034080432274?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/4674357034080432274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/4674357034080432274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/4674357034080432274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-night.html' title='Last night'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-6757635848336607270</id><published>2009-11-06T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T11:31:37.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>more stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I hate it when there is a change in schedule. I mean I get All ready to go and then the things change all of a sudden. And the Native Youth Olympics team are going to Kipnuk for NYO. I have relatives there even my little brother has a grandmother there also. So I probably related some how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-6757635848336607270?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/6757635848336607270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/6757635848336607270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/6757635848336607270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-stuff.html' title='more stuff'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-6283319138294341105</id><published>2009-10-23T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T11:05:42.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken House Murders</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta name="Title" content=""&gt; &lt;meta name="Keywords" content=""&gt; &lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; &lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt; &lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt; &lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt; &lt;link rel="File-List" href="file://localhost/Users/student/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml"&gt; &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:documentproperties&gt;   &lt;o:template&gt;Normal&lt;/o:Template&gt;   &lt;o:revision&gt;0&lt;/o:Revision&gt;   &lt;o:totaltime&gt;0&lt;/o:TotalTime&gt;   &lt;o:pages&gt;1&lt;/o:Pages&gt;   &lt;o:words&gt;666&lt;/o:Words&gt;   &lt;o:characters&gt;3800&lt;/o:Characters&gt;   &lt;o:lines&gt;31&lt;/o:Lines&gt;   &lt;o:paragraphs&gt;7&lt;/o:Paragraphs&gt;   &lt;o:characterswithspaces&gt;4666&lt;/o:CharactersWithSpaces&gt;   &lt;o:version&gt;11.773&lt;/o:Version&gt;  &lt;/o:DocumentProperties&gt;  &lt;o:officedocumentsettings&gt;   &lt;o:allowpng/&gt;  &lt;/o:OfficeDocumentSettings&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotshowrevisions/&gt;   &lt;w:donotprintrevisions/&gt;   &lt;w:displayhorizontaldrawinggridevery&gt;0&lt;/w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery&gt;   &lt;w:displayverticaldrawinggridevery&gt;0&lt;/w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery&gt;   &lt;w:usemarginsfordrawinggridorigin/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face 	{font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	panose-1:0 2 2 6 3 5 4 5 2 3; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:50331648 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;In the beginning of the day a body was found in a house of a newcomer. No weapons in sight only the mop handle. My day began as any other day, but this day started out weird and unusual to find a bloodstain on my favorite pair of shoes or to find something interesting in my dark room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why would today be so different than any other day? And why was there a hole in the bucket in the basement? But this day is all gloomy looking even my friends are gloomy. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;When I started for work there it was a missing poster…. Of me? Why would I be missing when I am right in front of it? I looked around and yelled; no one heard me or even saw me as I try to be in front of the people that pass by. As I race through my mind to think what I was doing last night, I saw the same man that always watches me at night… I don’t know who he is but he looks so familiar to me like he was a best friend or something. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Let me just start out at the beginning. My name is Sarah, I am 23 years old, and I work as a receptionist at the Worldwide Scientist Lab of Life in San Francisco, California. I have family in Alaska, and they had just recently moved there for safety from some kind of revenge. I have no husband, no kids, I am alone, but have a very great paying job. I have long blonde highlights with a tint of brown. I am 5 foot 8.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-6283319138294341105?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/6283319138294341105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/10/broken-house-murders_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/6283319138294341105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/6283319138294341105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/10/broken-house-murders_23.html' title='Broken House Murders'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-39990690256322946</id><published>2009-10-23T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T11:01:34.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My boss is the worst, but yet he is good at paying his workers, or should I say servants. My boss is a millionaire of his company. He is fat, with brown, black hair, and he is white Indian man. He was spoiled when he was born. It is really funny Subhankar means rich, fat boy. Yet still his name that only I can pronounce it is Subhankar Swanker. But I would rather call him Mr. Swanker ‘cause I don’t want to be envious from other people that work for him.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mr. Swanker has three children but they’ve grown up and they are ready to take over the company especially the older one. I like the oldest son, Rick a lot, he is very charming in his ways and looks, he likes me too, he has blonde highlights with a tint of brown, he is taller than me, but he still will be my boyfriend. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The second child is John he is short and kind of fat at the sides, he has the same hair color as Mr. Swanker, John has already have a wife and kids of his own. The third one is Sagawea, which she is in love with my best friend, Greg. Sagawea has long brunette hair with a tint of blonde in it. She is a little bit taller than I am but not that intelligent to run the company by herself. Greg is an old friend; he has blonde hair with brown highlights. He is taller than John, he is always bragging about his fancy Motorcycle that he never uses.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The beginning of December was as normal as a dog sniffing places to pee. But on the 22&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; was different; my boss always comes in with Rick and tells him that he should marry me. But Rick was probably out buying me an engagement ring. Since I keep hearing that Mr. Swanker talking about a marriage this Christmas. Ooh I can’t wait to hear what is the gossip is about today.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That night when I was walking with the glorious Ricky to my home, I saw a man that my family knows very well. His name is Drake, he used to have a family until my brother saw Drake killing his kid. My brother ran to our father and told all what he saw that fateful night. Then my father called the police, and went to Drake’s house to see if the son and the mother were dead. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“They both are dead.” My dad said grimly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There was a long silence until I said, “What happened?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“You don’t want to know.” My father said while shaking his head.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We all had the grimiest faces we ever did in a long time. The very next day there was a trial in the courthouse. Drake was of course there we were there too. My brother and my father had to be there as a witness to the act of the murder of Drake’s wife and son.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Drake was furious that he went to jail and we never saw him again. Until somewhere in December I saw him. I told everyone in my family I wanted to stay in San Francisco instead of going with them to Alaska. I really had a great job working for Subhankar. I still keep in contact with my family. Up till now I hated it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One night I came home late, my door was unlocked. I went inside and saw &lt;i&gt;Drake&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“Hello school girl,” Drake said while surfacing a crazy smile.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“What do you want from me?” I said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Drake started laughing crazily. Then he pulled out a knife; the light reflected off the blade. He came charging at me; I dodged the attack. Then everything went black. An hour later it felt like it I tried to get up. Then I felt a very sharp pain going down my side. Then I blacked out again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-39990690256322946?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/39990690256322946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/10/continuation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/39990690256322946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/39990690256322946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/10/continuation.html' title='Continuation'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-1952024291176750709</id><published>2009-10-16T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T11:27:43.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I haven't bloggd</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I haven't blogged in a while so I am going to blog now. As I eat my breakfast I am EXCITED to go to KONGIGANAK, AK this weekend. I am so excited to go, I even forgot my life jacket and my camera at home, But I will get it after I eat lunch. I hope this will be beautiful when we get there. My mom went there to rest probably. I really wonder what it looks like so bad. I am still siked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Ugh its going to take a half an hour to get there by plane I might sleep during the flight and listen to music at the same time so I wont get bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/Sti6mHgIVHI/AAAAAAAAACk/N_zPlJOy7Z8/s1600-h/Photo+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/Sti6mHgIVHI/AAAAAAAAACk/N_zPlJOy7Z8/s200/Photo+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393265717787776114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I really have a cool drawn picture of an Anime character from a show. It really looks real (above). I drew it on graph paper it really looks cool to me. some people will know who this is in my school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-1952024291176750709?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/1952024291176750709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-havent-bloggd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/1952024291176750709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/1952024291176750709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-havent-bloggd.html' title='I haven&apos;t bloggd'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/Sti6mHgIVHI/AAAAAAAAACk/N_zPlJOy7Z8/s72-c/Photo+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-2504467317867883449</id><published>2009-09-25T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T10:54:11.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS WEEKEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I am going to have fun this weekend. I can't wait. Even a friend can't wait. She just wants to see her "Boyfriend." I hope IT comes IT is not a boy, IT is not a toy, IT is a movie. I hope its there. Ohhh I another thing Michelle, Jaden, a friend, and I are going out to eat for my early birthday since Michelle is not going to be there on my birthday. MY SWEET SIXTEEN!!!!!!!!!! It was fun on that weekend. I literally had fun. Michelle has a picture of me that day, but I don't have it. =(.&lt;br /&gt;I hope it was fun to Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-2504467317867883449?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/2504467317867883449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/2504467317867883449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/2504467317867883449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-weekend.html' title='THIS WEEKEND'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-1027685620664714921</id><published>2009-09-25T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T11:12:22.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff for class</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Love doesn't make the world go 'round; love is what makes the ride worthwhile."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;  I love this Quote I found this on a picture frame that looked gorgeous at Michelle's house. So I wrote it down on this computer. Even Erin loved it last semester. Maybe I should give this to my grandma as a early birthday present. I should print it out or I could hand write it in Yupik and tell her I love her very much on my birthday, with the picture frame I made in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Yupik class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;     I  had an absolute exercise week. I went on a bike ride with Erin to the BIA Airport sandpit. It was a long road it was a hard working to. The next day my butt was soar to go on a bike. But i forgot it had a gel seat that came with the bike that Michelle bought however weekends ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;      I have been following a blog called Drastic My Anime Blog. This blog is all about Anime I love to watch Anime, and read Anime. I watch Ani-Monday every Monday. I even day dream that I have a character that is in some Anime episodes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-1027685620664714921?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/1027685620664714921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/09/stuff-for-class.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/1027685620664714921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/1027685620664714921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/09/stuff-for-class.html' title='Stuff for class'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-4321216784740546774</id><published>2009-09-17T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T14:34:31.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for robotics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SrKrTTkIpDI/AAAAAAAAACc/qknU45Tm8SE/s1600-h/Photo+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SrKrTTkIpDI/AAAAAAAAACc/qknU45Tm8SE/s320/Photo+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382552852818863154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-4321216784740546774?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/4321216784740546774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-robotics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/4321216784740546774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/4321216784740546774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-robotics.html' title='for robotics'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SrKrTTkIpDI/AAAAAAAAACc/qknU45Tm8SE/s72-c/Photo+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-5708543574846566333</id><published>2009-09-10T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:32:04.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have found a cake decorator in Bethel I have the phone number to the place. I hope it doesn't cost to much to have a cake decorated. My mom does not want that. I wanna taste how the fondant taste like with cake and stuff. It is going to be fun this year.Now I can't really wait for my birthday. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! I why can't I think straight maybe its just because I found a Cake decor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have a really busy schedule first there is a parent teacher conference, then there is the ASB meeting, then at eight o'clock I have Cross Country. So I am going to be very tired at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I played Ski-BO with my mom and Barbara it was really fun. I learned how to do the drums of Hannah Montana from "Best of Both Worlds" on the piano that Rebecca gave us. I still have it in my head. Also my little brother found a way to play with sound affects, I already knew that already. I just didn't play with it these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me we never heard from Rebecca in a long time, she never sent us a post card or gave us a call from Fort worth, Texas. I am kinda worried, kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I hope I can sleep well tonight not like last night. Last night I couldn't sleep because of something that I don't know maybe its just another day or is it just me. Hhhhhmmmm. I have a headache only a little bit but it goes away on its own but comes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-5708543574846566333?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/5708543574846566333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/09/stuff.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/5708543574846566333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/5708543574846566333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/09/stuff.html' title='Stuff'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-5856626402828709231</id><published>2009-08-27T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T17:08:09.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;School started out AWESOME and has been AWESOME. My days are WONDERFUL. I am having SO MUCH FUN. My new teacher is really cool. Everyday is very Wonderful. I wish everyday would be like this. I joined cross country for just PE credits which I think is very awesome. And I might be losing weight and I feel like I am getting taller like yesterday. The first day of school I wore a Bobby Jack jacket, a shirt that had a fairy jamming out, and my DC shoes. Two people wanted to use my jacket since they kinda were fans. I am glad there isn't much homework to do today. I am just jamm'in out right now. I wish I was in Bethel right now. Oh I also are taking Robotics classes on VTC, its really cool. I also taking Algebra I on VTC. They are really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been blogging much I might as well start today. There are so many things to talk about, but I can't really think right now so I'm speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-5856626402828709231?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/5856626402828709231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/08/school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/5856626402828709231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/5856626402828709231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/08/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-8204996170091742546</id><published>2009-08-16T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T14:31:00.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SWEET SIXTEEN!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wonder how I should wear my hair, curly or pinned up???? UGHHH!! Its so hard to decide since my Sweet Sixteen is coming soon.&lt;/span&gt; And what I shoukd wear to is another. &gt;=( I wonder what everybody gonna get for my B-day =) Thats to be excited about. Theres so much to be excited about when you getting some things and stuff. But I get really excited to get presents from people there so exciting when you get surprised by the present you get. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Its an Awsome feeling some people get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;. I know what to wear contacts, curly hair and pinned up, and some cool clothes to go with the theme kinda. the cake will purple and pink also it will be chocolate ice cream cake I hope. I wish it was a bash instead of a feast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-8204996170091742546?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/8204996170091742546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/08/sweet-sixteen.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/8204996170091742546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/8204996170091742546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/08/sweet-sixteen.html' title='SWEET SIXTEEN!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-9094074242487442051</id><published>2009-08-09T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T10:58:20.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I think I'm not going to kwethluk river science camp I heard something that I don't want to do there. So I am going back to Talent Search to see my all time old friends. I hope I get an Ipod touch when i go to Anchorage this christmas and also a Micro sd card for my phone so I could have a lot of ringtones but a lot more of my favorite songs from Best Buy. I have a new game from Michelle for my birthday but an unexpected person came to sleep over but got home sick. So he and I played and we didn't settle the score so its an undetermind thing. If he won or losed. Michelle Works Tommarrow so I get days at home alone for almost a week off to sleep and being ready for school. I also got new clothes from her and they are the awsomest I ever had in my drawer. And I know Awsomest isn't a word, But they are so cooooool!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;MY SWEET SIXTEEN IS COMING UP!!!!!!! I am so excited. My theme this year is going to be flowers, but the decorations are going to be surprising to everybody who knows me Except Michelle knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-9094074242487442051?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/9094074242487442051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/08/stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/9094074242487442051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/9094074242487442051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/08/stuff.html' title='Stuff'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-8245299724682699503</id><published>2009-08-06T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T18:08:18.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jammin out!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I am jammin out at michelle's house. And I am havin fun!!!!!!! I am so happy the desktop can finely  WORK!!! Michelle and Jaden are watching tv and reading books. I am in my own sanctuary while I write this blog. And erin what is your address so we can visit you. I am so glad I can be online again since I can't use Michelle's work computer. And I finely finished Speak and taking the AR Or make that I can't do the test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-8245299724682699503?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/8245299724682699503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/08/jammin-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/8245299724682699503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/8245299724682699503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/08/jammin-out.html' title='Jammin out!!!!!!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-8549634557593365073</id><published>2009-07-15T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T15:35:09.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Today is my last day of work at the Tribal office. Tonight I think i will stay up a little late or go to sleep to prepare for Talent Search. =) I am so excited to go especially to see friends and make new ones. Next year I will go to Kwethluk river science camp. Just to see what they do. Anissum is going to Kwethluk River Science Camp. I hope he has fun there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-8549634557593365073?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/8549634557593365073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-day-of-work.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/8549634557593365073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/8549634557593365073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-day-of-work.html' title='Last Day of work'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-172644462286858375</id><published>2009-07-01T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T13:00:53.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working in the Oscarville Tribal Office</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I am working at the Oscarville Tibal and I earned about $327.90. Today I am just annoyed by the boys crowding me while I am on the computer, and checking out stuff. I have a slight headache I wish I didn't have it. I really want to see Jaden again. I hope the GCI thing goes back up. Ugh I really hate today. I wish it wasn't so hot today. I told them to back off but they won't they would just keep crowding me. Untill I said "back off  I have a headache." They won't still back off. What should I do? So they won't bug me! I know I'm wining but I am really being bugged. I wish Today was the last but there is still tommorow to work. I'll continue this when Michelle comes back from California.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-172644462286858375?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/172644462286858375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/07/working-in-oscarville-tribal-office.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/172644462286858375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/172644462286858375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/07/working-in-oscarville-tribal-office.html' title='Working in the Oscarville Tribal Office'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-3485448680352024992</id><published>2009-05-13T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T11:48:44.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's a kind of cool place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mms.com/"&gt;mms.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; I think this might be a fun place I just noticed this on my desk. I am checking it out right now. My guess is that this sight is for kids. this sight is all about M&amp;amp;M's what it is. It is kind of fun there are a lot of things to explore about it. I t is fun once you create a character. Its so fun. just to have fun. There is so many fun things on this little sight that anybody can enjoy. CHECK IT OUT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mms.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-3485448680352024992?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/3485448680352024992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/05/heres-kind-of-cool-place.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/3485448680352024992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/3485448680352024992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/05/heres-kind-of-cool-place.html' title='Here&apos;s a kind of cool place'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-3194663822452981091</id><published>2009-05-12T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T11:51:05.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grandma is ok</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;First of all Michelle called me yesterday or I called her yesterday..... Well back to the subject MY grandma  is OK now people who read my blog about My Grandma In California she is OK. She is fine. Michelle told me she is alright and well. I wanted everybody to know since I have been to talkitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-3194663822452981091?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/3194663822452981091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-grandma-is-ok.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/3194663822452981091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/3194663822452981091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-grandma-is-ok.html' title='My Grandma is ok'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-1064336820442675675</id><published>2009-05-07T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T12:26:01.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I can't decide what college I want to choose from. I am clueless. Every time I think of what course I want to take the more I am confused. There are so many courses I am thinking of but I can't choose one. There is writing, drawing, mechanics, something with inventing, some kind of talker that talks about how hard it is with something, and something writer, or Adventurer. Should I take &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All&lt;/span&gt; of them? I don't know. What should I do? I can't really decide. Its so frustrating to choose. I think I'm going to have a little headache just thinking about this. My mind is drawing a big blank paper of thinking these things. I really have nothing to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Its so important to me to choose what to do. I am a person that is really something I don't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-1064336820442675675?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/1064336820442675675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/05/college.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/1064336820442675675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/1064336820442675675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/05/college.html' title='College'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-4940102290064371151</id><published>2009-05-06T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T12:15:35.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grandma in California</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I am so worried about my grandma. I heard from Michelle that the operation went bad. And now Michelle is on her way there yesterday. Michelle must be at California right now. I hope my grandma Kiko is fine since she has some kind of neck cancer. I am freaking out about this right now i can't even think right now. I wish I wasn't so kind of dizzy right now to type. I keep making mistakes right now as I am writing this.&lt;br /&gt;I hope my grandma will make it alright. I couldn't sleep last night because of this. I am so worried. I just wanted to get this news of my chest. I really, really,really want to know what happen and worried at the same time. I am so shaky right now and my head is spinning just thinking about it. I can't stop saying how worried I am. I am so worried that my head could explode into a million pieces. I hope I get the news she is alright. Even though I just met my grandma I feel a lot of bondnes to her. I can't stop writing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-4940102290064371151?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/4940102290064371151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-grandma-in-california.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/4940102290064371151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/4940102290064371151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-grandma-in-california.html' title='My Grandma in California'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-2588564824398761087</id><published>2009-04-29T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:53:01.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Great To Have Two Famlies!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    My life hasn't been sweeter when I have two families I could stay with. One is in Bethel, AK, and the other is in Oscarville, AK. I could spend a weekend in Bethel with my step mom, Michelle and my baby bro Jaden, and my dog, Boot. And I know that is a retro name to some of you guys, but i like it its much better than Blacky or Winky. My dad wanted to name her Booty but it also meant butt Michelle said. It was supposed to mean, "little boots or just boots because they look like boots." Because Boot has um these white marks on her paws and my dad just wanted Boot to&lt;br /&gt; So I continue my saying that having two families are AWESOME!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; have name.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I could find out three family histories at the same time. One will go back to Japan, and the other would go back to lower 48's and one will go back to Alaska. One side would be Michelle's dad and the other would be Michelle's mom who is Japanese. Then my mom's parents are Alaskan. so there is so much family history I want to find them out real bad. Every time I talk about it I get really excited to learn about them all. And I'm starting to type like my Friend and cousin. Making mistakes every time I type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This new post can be all about having a lot to say about having two sides of family. But I can't really continue because I have nothing more to say about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-2588564824398761087?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/2588564824398761087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-great-to-have-two-famlies.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/2588564824398761087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/2588564824398761087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-great-to-have-two-famlies.html' title='Its Great To Have Two Famlies!!!!!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-2981137958655445482</id><published>2009-04-27T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:41:19.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People should read books they are interested in</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;People should start reading either to learn or be entertained of a book they read that interests them. There are so many books in the world that everybody wants to or needs to read before they perish forever either by a fire or the end of the world I don't know. People sometimes don't read and never get the knowledge or something for the real world. Books help us learn about the world around us. People can learn everything from a book or a teacher. If people don't have either of those then they don't know the world beyond their world. so many countries have teachers to teach students all basic things they need for the real world either to get a job or a house or anything else in the world. Sometimes books are just for fun or to pass the time. It would be best to pass the time when you are reading a book. I read a book while I wait either at an event or on the airplane waiting to get to Anchorage or the lower 48's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-2981137958655445482?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/2981137958655445482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/04/people-should-read-books-they-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/2981137958655445482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/2981137958655445482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/04/people-should-read-books-they-are.html' title='People should read books they are interested in'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-1375842821594993616</id><published>2009-04-06T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T12:09:02.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Cherry Blossoms/tanka/Haiku</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Pink Cherry Blossoms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Flowing gracefully outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Dancing around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;My sweet beautiful love bug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Days are wonderful with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I wrote this Tanka poem for just an History assignment that my teacher gave us, so I wrote this one to represent my baby brother and pink cherry blossoms to kind of represent Japan with their beautiful landscapes. I have seen many pictures of Japan but I have never been there, but i wish that someday I will visit Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanka is from Japan from the Heian period. Where a lot of women and men especially the rich knew how to write this kind of poems. its really cool that I found out that Japan has to adapt instead of doing it themselves, but I found out that Japan changes it in a way. Like the paintings first they were all like line paintings, but when China showed the way of theirs, Japan changes it in a way so it could be theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently learned that Haiku was invented by a Samurai from Japan how many years ago. I didn't know that Haiku was Japanese instead of Chinese. That is really cool. I in the past wrote a Haiku but not in my computer but on paper and I can't remember it. I wish I did because that would be really cooooool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-1375842821594993616?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/1375842821594993616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/04/pink-cherry-blossomstankahaiku.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/1375842821594993616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/1375842821594993616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/04/pink-cherry-blossomstankahaiku.html' title='Pink Cherry Blossoms/tanka/Haiku'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-1335771169343402617</id><published>2009-03-20T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T12:02:46.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eek, Alaska</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;My first time going Eek in my life. I am going to take lots of pictures with my camera when we get there. I bet there will be a lot of people over there. EEEEEEEEE! I can't wait. I really can't wait it is going to be soooooooooo fun!  I hope I will see some of my friends over there. If I get bored over there I could just bring my book, "Pendragon" I will never get bored. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other kids that never did Native Youth Olympics(NYO). And its the first time the NYO people went to Eek well some did I don't know. Their website is so.... "High tech!" Its sort of cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-1335771169343402617?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/1335771169343402617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/03/eek-alaska.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/1335771169343402617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/1335771169343402617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/03/eek-alaska.html' title='Eek, Alaska'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-1700556647063107013</id><published>2009-03-02T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:59:17.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why popular?/ people should start giving clothes to the poor all over the world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;WHY HEELIES? I mean why do people need foot wear with wheels just to look cool to get popular with kids. WHY DO PEOPLE NEED TO FIT IN WITH PEOPLE WHO ARE COOL, OR SMART, OR BULLIES? Why&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; DO &lt;/span&gt;people need to get popular? We are all the same even though they are trendy with fashion designers clothes. Its really weird that people will wear uncomfortable clothing that looks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Stylish&lt;/span&gt;."  Who would rather be a supermodel to be skinny, and beautiful just to fit in fashionable clothing that's so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TIGHT&lt;/span&gt; to wear! Everybody is the same. I mean who would want to have clothes to only fit skinny people. All the people in the world need clothing and money. Like in Africa people really need food, clothing, all the things they need to survive. Fashion designers are just waisting good cloth to give to really skinny supermodels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People should start to care for other people instead of themselves. The kids in Africa are working for their family to survive. Why do people only think of themselves instead of others? the world is crumbling because of some people are only thinking of themselves, instead of the poor all over the world just like Africa. I want the world to know that people are not thinking of the environment and creating more and more trash. Some big companies should donate a lot of money to the poor and the ones that are helping the poor then the others. This is why our money is only going to the army, the money should be going to homes that are for the people who worked harder then "The Big Shots" who are successful. those people should start giving money to those who really need it then them. The world is crumbling and we can stop it. If all the people in the world in the whole wide world could just really, really, really, think about those poor families that had been foreclosed from their home. And they don't have enough money for the whole family. I wish that someday my voice will be heard about poverty. All of us, all of the people are the same. We aren't that different from each other. I wish there was never war, poverty, everything that makes us worse than others. I wish people would just learn that everybody is the same. We can work together and fix our problems in the world. I am a dreamer, I am a wisher, I am a hopeful student who just wants piece in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-1700556647063107013?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/1700556647063107013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-popular-people-should-start-giving.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/1700556647063107013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/1700556647063107013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-popular-people-should-start-giving.html' title='Why popular?/ people should start giving clothes to the poor all over the world.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-5310775956800968470</id><published>2009-03-02T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T12:10:38.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning about my grandparents on my mother's side</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I know that my Grandfather, Matthew Stevens, did something good, and so that the people who built Qugcuun Memorial School, named it after my grandfather's name. I want to learn more about him and his past history, and his parents. I want learn how he did something good, or was he just a good person that was really wise. I really, really, really, really, want to know what he did he do to deserve a great thing to happen to him. I wonder if that he was a real good listener and really wise. I wonder if that he has the knowledge of the past and the old ways of a Yupik Eskimo. I have all these questions in my head all about my grandfather on my mother's side. I really, really, really, really, really want to know all about him. Maybe I could ask my mom about him sooner or later. Was he the only elder in the time when they built the school? It is really frustrating that questions that never get answered in my head. All I want to know is all about my grandfather I think he is really interesting because this school is named after him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-5310775956800968470?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/5310775956800968470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/03/learning-about-my-grandparents-on-my.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/5310775956800968470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/5310775956800968470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/03/learning-about-my-grandparents-on-my.html' title='Learning about my grandparents on my mother&apos;s side'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-6628827936009741560</id><published>2009-02-27T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T12:10:03.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drugs and Alcohol is BAD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;We should have a Drug and Alcohol prevention in our school. I heard a lot about drugs being in Anchorage and there selling the drugs to KIDS! This was on the news a few years ago, and still happening now, especially teenagers, that take drugs. There is a site on the web I know it is &lt;a href="http://www.abovetheinfluence.com/"&gt;http://www.abovetheinfluence.com/&lt;/a&gt;. You can go to it whenever you want, and learn how not to take harmful drugs that will kill you. I've seen these commercials on TV everyday and one of them shows that a teenager is smoking weed with a friend, and her brother is witnessing this and the boy gets these burn marks on his arm, his neck, and maybe his eye. And then a spokesperson says, "Smoking weed affects everyone. Be above the influence." This is really bad I mean i will never take drugs, but teenagers are still taking drugs and alcohol, and having an accident from this. This is a controversial thing everywhere on Earth. the site works I tried it. It has so much information about being above the influence, and not taking Drugs, and Alcohol. I hate when teenagers are now taking in these deadly drugs, and in just a few years they'll die in an early age. But I am glad people are taking action to stop these people from taking deadly drugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-6628827936009741560?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/6628827936009741560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/02/drugs-and-alcohol-is-bad.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/6628827936009741560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/6628827936009741560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/02/drugs-and-alcohol-is-bad.html' title='Drugs and Alcohol is BAD!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-8123455028498036818</id><published>2009-02-26T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T12:27:45.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first time riding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;My first time riding was really fun I had a really big smile on my face. When I went out to find my dog since I let her go to run around. Me and my mom had to find her so my mom started the snow go, and this was all when i was out looking for my dog when my mom started the snow go. my mom told me to drive so I did, it was so much fun. I couldn't believe how much fun it was just to ride my first snow go. I can't hold myself down because me and my mom will get paid next month and we will get gas for it and so that I can drive the snow go.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how much I am going to have so much fun. I just want to have fun and maybe go Bethel and play with Boot and let Jaden have a ride with me. I could see it now Boot running after me Jaden in my lap having fun and laughing. I hope Michelle will take pictures of it while we ride or even record it. I am so excited but I don't really want to but I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-8123455028498036818?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/8123455028498036818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-first-time-riding.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/8123455028498036818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/8123455028498036818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-first-time-riding.html' title='My first time riding'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-2086040476739477207</id><published>2009-02-24T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T12:33:24.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family type</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;On my step grandma's side is that she is Japanese, even my Aunt Angela she looks like a Japanese person, and my step mother she is Japanese also, but I don't know about her brothers. On my step grandpa's side IT IS REALLY, REALLY &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG!&lt;/span&gt; The family reunion was big I met a lot of people. But I disgust my step cousin Sebastien, he is REALLY, REALLY  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANNOYING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  He's a gamer, a bragger. He is the most annoying person I have met in my whole life. He punches &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HARD&lt;/span&gt;! It would be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HORRIFIED! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If he would be here right now. I would be in a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DISASTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I would be all frustrated, I MEAN REALLY, REALLY &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRUSTRATED.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I would never come out again ever if he was here. Only if i told him that its disrespectful to treat a girl like a boy, Heeeeee would get a wife with bad tastes, well maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-2086040476739477207?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/2086040476739477207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/02/family-type.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/2086040476739477207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/2086040476739477207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/02/family-type.html' title='Family type'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-3171981062820473129</id><published>2009-02-24T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T12:03:49.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadows on the Koyukuk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;In the book Shadows on the Koyukuk I read the chapter 18 Sled Dogs. On page 154 I read that a guy bred a wolf and his sled dog. this is an example of artificial selection. I was really surprised when I read that part in the book. That was really cool, I wonder if that's how artificial selection started in Alaska. It would be really cool if it started in Alaska first. But I doubt that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would recommend this book to every one this book is very fascinating to read. The book is all about Sidney Huntington. Sometimes most people start reading this book until they are in college, my teacher said to us when we were about to read the book.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the book  below. And my class is reading the book right now and we are hurrying to finish the book. Before our teacher comes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SaRR8EtwZ7I/AAAAAAAAABw/kO-X_4ew430/s1600-h/Shadows+on+the+koyukuk.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SaRR8EtwZ7I/AAAAAAAAABw/kO-X_4ew430/s320/Shadows+on+the+koyukuk.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306456353448945586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-3171981062820473129?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/3171981062820473129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/02/shadows-on-koyukuk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/3171981062820473129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/3171981062820473129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/02/shadows-on-koyukuk.html' title='Shadows on the Koyukuk'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SaRR8EtwZ7I/AAAAAAAAABw/kO-X_4ew430/s72-c/Shadows+on+the+koyukuk.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-1818513140775516494</id><published>2009-02-23T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T12:16:18.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;My favorite game is Boogie super star it is really fun to play. I am having fun, and having an exercise at the same time. I want friends to come over to my house and learn how to play and have FUN! The game is so fun I don't wan to quit until I am really good at it. my favorite song in the game is Hot N Cold. it is very fun to sing. I watched the music video and I started wanting it, and luckily Anissum has it now I am singing it every time I work. Hey Erin maybe I can come over and show you how to play the game it's really, really, really, really, really easy, but then it gets harder. This game is a good way for me to exercise it's really great.&lt;br /&gt;    All it takes is a microphone or two, 4 WII remotes. Just to play the game. It's fun to do if your very energetic, I would recommend this game to any one who wants to lose weight. Not like you need to lose weight but whoever wants to lose weight and look beautiful or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-1818513140775516494?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/1818513140775516494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-favorite-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/1818513140775516494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/1818513140775516494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-favorite-game.html' title='My favorite game'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-3677663149037034994</id><published>2009-02-23T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T11:56:59.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;On the 22ND of February was Jaden's and my grandma's early birthday. The party took about three days to complete the decorations, the cake, and the party favors. I wish I had taken pictures of the party, but Michelle and Daphne took pictures. The theme this year was Baby Einstein caterpillar. The caterpillar was so cute I took the head of the caterpillar home. The cake flavor was homemade strawberry, it was DELICIOUS, I mean SOOOOO GOOOOOOOOD! I just kept eating eat it was that good.&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the presents, but Jaden loved them all but mostly the Aquadoodle he had fun playing with it, he wouldn't stop and let others draw and stuff. Jaden had too much fun and he was always busy he never had the time to settle down and calm down. But then me and my family had to leave because it was getting late. I wish I took pictures because there WAS A LOT OF PEOPLE THERE! i couldn't believe my eyes when the guests came. WHEW! FINALLY THATS DONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-3677663149037034994?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/3677663149037034994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/02/birthday-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/3677663149037034994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/3677663149037034994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/02/birthday-party.html' title='Birthday party'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-5183567927486705820</id><published>2009-02-18T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T12:23:50.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Anime fun stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SZxthiAtf3I/AAAAAAAAABg/fwGC1rDFJdU/s1600-h/1128826908_genescard4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SZxthiAtf3I/AAAAAAAAABg/fwGC1rDFJdU/s320/1128826908_genescard4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304234883968499570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found more funny pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SZxtOg_h3ZI/AAAAAAAAABY/Mhy3glT8vj8/s1600-h/152746kxl0pl2v7m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SZxtOg_h3ZI/AAAAAAAAABY/Mhy3glT8vj8/s320/152746kxl0pl2v7m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304234557277592978" 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;This is my favorite one! (above) HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the right is funnier then the one above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look for more funny pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-5183567927486705820?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/5183567927486705820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-anime-fun-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/5183567927486705820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/5183567927486705820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-anime-fun-stuff.html' title='More Anime fun stuff'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SZxthiAtf3I/AAAAAAAAABg/fwGC1rDFJdU/s72-c/1128826908_genescard4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-2987992155381253518</id><published>2009-02-17T11:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T12:05:56.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awsome Anime I love Anime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SZsYHSauFjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CAsppAGMLKc/s1600-h/yotsuba-gotmilk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 62px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SZsYHSauFjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CAsppAGMLKc/s320/yotsuba-gotmilk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303859499640952370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SZsWrrFE6JI/AAAAAAAAABI/pP-GNjU9SpQ/s1600-h/Sango-Inuyasha-chainedup-drageddown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SZsWrrFE6JI/AAAAAAAAABI/pP-GNjU9SpQ/s320/Sango-Inuyasha-chainedup-drageddown.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303857925713094802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I love Anime heres a picture of Anime up above. This one is really funny I got this from the internet. the words are saying, "I'll Drag You Down My Friend!" It's really funny. Here's another above right. This is more funny, It's about a girl who always drinks Hersey milk, and she says, "I can quit whenever i want." and she drinks the rest, and shows just an empty bottle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-2987992155381253518?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/2987992155381253518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/02/awsome-anime-i-love-anime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/2987992155381253518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/2987992155381253518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/02/awsome-anime-i-love-anime.html' title='Awsome Anime I love Anime'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SZsYHSauFjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CAsppAGMLKc/s72-c/yotsuba-gotmilk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-6209964506230395187</id><published>2009-02-17T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T11:49:11.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Work Pays Off/ Getting things done</title><content type='html'>I remember something that a movie or TV show that the theme was that hard work pays off, and you could get good things in your life, like me I am helping Erin with her Mountain math stuff, and with that I am gettt'n more money, this is an example of what hard work can do for you without getting something back from that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is doing something for the very first time, yesterday my mother told me to get dry fish from the big freezer, and cut them into strips. And I learned that never to cut where a bird was eating the dry fish, but just cut it off and throw it to the dog food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-6209964506230395187?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/6209964506230395187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/02/hard-work-pays-off-getting-things-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/6209964506230395187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/6209964506230395187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/02/hard-work-pays-off-getting-things-done.html' title='Hard Work Pays Off/ Getting things done'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-6701778996460590598</id><published>2009-02-16T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T12:32:38.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>On Valentine's day was CRAZY, I mean like there was a wedding at the long house on VALENTINE'S DAY! The wedding was for Jaden's birth mother Fannie someone, almost everybody from Napaskiak was there, on one side. And on the other side it had Bethel. I mean there was a lot of people there for the court wedding. The food was DELICIOUS, i mean really, really goooooooooooood. the leftover cake was the best part of the whole cake. But there was some kind of roll with tortias that was also good, there was even meat trays, cracker trays, cheese trays, and cake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-6701778996460590598?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/6701778996460590598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/02/crazy-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/6701778996460590598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/6701778996460590598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/02/crazy-valentines-day.html' title='Crazy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-2351276205493905752</id><published>2009-02-14T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T10:43:41.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Harp</title><content type='html'>By: Nicole Stevens&lt;br /&gt;2/6/09&lt;br /&gt; Once upon a time there lived a family of three, there used to be a forth, family member, but had a horrible, chaotic accident. They all lived in a house on the hillside. In the house there was John Nalgene who was 15 years old, Mary Nalgene who was about 32 years old, the dog, Smack, and Mark Nalgene who was 33 years old when he had a car accident in 1939. John was always playing with his friends, but not spending time with his mother, after Mark had a horrible, chaotic car accident with an icy road and a fast going truck last winter, in 1939. &lt;br /&gt;John always never talks to his mom because she was always busy with her job as a writer. She never gets a day off. All Mary does is write all day and never stops thinking of an adventure for her characters. John and Smack sneaks outside to play without, disturbing John’s mother while she worked.&lt;br /&gt;John was out playing in the forest with Smack. John and Smack started to hear music while they were walking towards a big river. It was the most beautiful music John had ever heard in his life. It reminded him of the same exact music his father would when John was only 12 years old. John and Smack kept getting closer to the where the music was coming from. When John got to the riverbank he could see something shiny on the otherside. John looked around and saw a canoe. He &amp; Smack quickly got in and paddled across the river.&lt;br /&gt;As John and Smack was getting closer and closer, the music started getting louder, and louder. As John was pushing away some branches he could almost see the instrument playing. Smack recognized the music and started barking, and howling. Once John and Smack got closer the more they can see the instrument, the more it looked like a harp. Once John was near the harp. John said, “The rims are just like my father’s design of his harp. Why would this be here? But not in a store? Hmmmm.” &lt;br /&gt;The harp had magnificent floral designs on the rims. John thought, “This is truly the most beautiful music played by the most beautiful yet familiar harp. I wonder why no one had discovered it yet? Maybe I should bring it home. &lt;br /&gt;John picked it up and was surprised at how light the harp feel in his arms. The harp continued to play as John walked home.&lt;br /&gt;Then John wonders, “ I wonder how my mother will react if I brought this home.” John took the harp into the canoe and paddled the canoe back to the other side where Smack was. John and Smack walked back through the woods while John was still holding the harp, the harp started playing graceful music and John and Snack were confused that the harp changed songs. &lt;br /&gt;But John and Smack continued there journey back home. On their way they started to see plants growing around them some trees started to grow apples the other trees started to grow oranges, some trees started to grow lemons, and some trees started to grow flowers. &lt;br /&gt;John thought, “I wonder if that the trees and the plants are glad that the harp is gone or either that the harp is playing something different for once. Eh. I don’t know its just amazing that the plants are sensing that the harp is going or changing songs.” &lt;br /&gt;Once John and Smack seen their house they both started running towards the house. John placed the harp on the living room table, and then went to John’s mother’s office.&lt;br /&gt; “Hey mom,” John said.&lt;br /&gt;“What?” Mary said, while she was still writing.&lt;br /&gt; “Um … I found something you might be interested in.”&lt;br /&gt; “Really? Well what is this something?”&lt;br /&gt; “Well it’s in the living room, I found it in the woods,” John said&lt;br /&gt; “It better not be another raccoon again! You know I don’t like wild animals.” Mary said.&lt;br /&gt; “No not this time. Come look for yourself it’s magnificent it’s in the living room.”&lt;br /&gt; John and his mother went to the living room and Mary said, “OH MY GOD! It couldn’t be.”&lt;br /&gt; “Couldn’t be what?” John said.&lt;br /&gt; “Your…father’s…. h-harp.” Mary said.&lt;br /&gt; John had a surprised look on his face.&lt;br /&gt; “Wh-What?”&lt;br /&gt; “Yes it is your father’s harp. Mark disappeared in the woods, he wasn’t in a car crash!” Mary said.&lt;br /&gt; “What!&lt;br /&gt; “You kept this from me y-you should have told me instead of keeping it from ME! HOW COULD YOU!?” John said aloud.&lt;br /&gt; Then John ran to his room never to come out.&lt;br /&gt; An hour later, Mary knocks on John’s bedroom door.&lt;br /&gt; “GO AWAY!” John said.&lt;br /&gt; John’s mother comes in and says, ”I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. It slipped my mind.”&lt;br /&gt; John looks away from his mother.&lt;br /&gt; “I’m sorry, honey I’m Just to busy with” Mary said.&lt;br /&gt; “Yeah, yeah with your ‘Job’ your always busy. You never spend time with me ever in MY LIFE, Dad was always there to talk to me when I had a problem, but you never!” John said.&lt;br /&gt; Mary leaves the bedroom and went to her office to think what to do next.&lt;br /&gt;The next day John wakes up, runs to the living room because he hears a loud drumming sound that was never played before in his life all he heard was a harp. When John ran downstairs he never saw his mother or Smack since yesterday. John assumes they were still sleeping, but when John ran back up the stairs and checked his mother’s room she was never on her bed. The bed was never touched. Then John runs to his mother’s office and sees Mary was never there either. And then John darts for the door to get away from the house and to find his mother and his dog in the forest. John starts yelling, “MOM! SMACK! WHERE ARE YOU?!” John never found his mother or his dog, Smack. Until John sees His father, Mark and John said, “Dad?” John had a surprised look on his face and somehow had a smile on his face. &lt;br /&gt;Mark said, “Where is your mother?” &lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know where she is, s-she disappeared.” John said.&lt;br /&gt;Mark had a very sad face that he will never see his wife again. &lt;br /&gt;But then something started to happen there was a warp tunnel right behind John. John looks behind him and saw his mother and Smack inside the warp tunnel. And then a loud booming voice said, “ JOHN NALGENE YOU MOST CHOOSE A SIDE, TO BE WITH YOUR FATHER, OR TO BE WITH YOUR MOTHER AND YOUR DOG. YOU HAVE TO CHOOSE!”&lt;br /&gt;“I want to be with both.” John said.&lt;br /&gt;“YOU CANNOT!” said the booming voice.&lt;br /&gt;“Why?” John said.&lt;br /&gt;“BECAUSE YOUR FATHER SIGNED A CONTRACT WITH ME THAT HIS FAMILY WILL BE SAFE FROM HARM, AND TO BE HIS HARP.” &lt;br /&gt;“WHAT?! It can’t be… Why dad, why?” John said.&lt;br /&gt;“I just wanted you all to be safe from harms way,” Mark said.&lt;br /&gt;“You should have just stayed with us and we will be safe.” John said.&lt;br /&gt;“You don’t get it.” Mark said.&lt;br /&gt;“ Get what?”&lt;br /&gt;“I am a descendant of the legendary king Henry the destroyer. The one that I always tell a story about in my music.” Mark said.&lt;br /&gt;“I thought he wasn’t real.” John said.&lt;br /&gt;“He is REAL.” Mark said.&lt;br /&gt;“I always knew that Mark,” says Mary from the warp tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;This is my Sgort story writing I hope you will enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-2351276205493905752?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/2351276205493905752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/02/harp.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/2351276205493905752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/2351276205493905752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/02/harp.html' title='The Harp'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-507607895982168255</id><published>2009-01-16T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T12:08:55.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Instructional Drivers Permit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SXDn0zxI67I/AAAAAAAAABA/mJC5Xy-m4Vo/s1600-h/Photo+34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SXDn0zxI67I/AAAAAAAAABA/mJC5Xy-m4Vo/s320/Photo+34.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291984456595860402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my learners permit at the DMV. and here it is Above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really excited to drive a car and really nervous I might wreck Michael's truck or Michelle's truck. And once i turn 16 years old I can drive without an Adult with me. And the cost of the permit ONLY COSTS 15 DOLLARS. isn't that surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited to drive my mom around that I really and Kinda know Bethel. EEEEEEEEE i can't wait and that just sounded weird just coming from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-507607895982168255?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/507607895982168255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/01/instructional-drivers-permit.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/507607895982168255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/507607895982168255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/01/instructional-drivers-permit.html' title='The Instructional Drivers Permit'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SXDn0zxI67I/AAAAAAAAABA/mJC5Xy-m4Vo/s72-c/Photo+34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-6075827348140000690</id><published>2009-01-15T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T12:05:43.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slaviq In Oscarville</title><content type='html'>When i went to get my Instructional Driver Permit at the DMV on Tuesday we met a relative and maybe said, "so you guys had your own Slaviq at Oscarville huh?" And my mom said, "yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we went to the hospital and saw the newspaper and it has nick with the star, and it says, "Slaviq in Oscarville" it was pretty cool that oscarville was in the newspaper  and stuff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-6075827348140000690?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/6075827348140000690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/01/slaviq-in-oscarville.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/6075827348140000690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/6075827348140000690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/01/slaviq-in-oscarville.html' title='Slaviq In Oscarville'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-6600557912758389969</id><published>2009-01-15T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:13:07.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate Commercials</title><content type='html'>You know one thing I hate about shows that go on TV is Commercials they are a bunch of waste of time just to watch them. And when you get to the exciting part of a movie you get side tracked by commercials! Its really annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of these commercials that I hate the most is the J.G Wentworth commercial with the people saying, "I WANT MY MONEY NOW!" this annoys me the most with saying those words and people saying it and I know they are just acting like it just to get people to have J.G. Wentworth insurance. AND YOU KNOW WHAT THEY ARE SECRETLY HAVING HIGH TAXES ON THEM AND THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW IT. You know? Even some of these insurance companies have those high taxes to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-6600557912758389969?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/6600557912758389969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hate-commercials.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/6600557912758389969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/6600557912758389969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hate-commercials.html' title='I hate Commercials'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-2291753644543965961</id><published>2009-01-13T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:02:21.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The cool thing About the  Wii</title><content type='html'>About the Wii at Michelle's it is really cool we are connected to the Internet and it is really cool we could check the news, get games, check the forecast on whats up, and have a Nintendo channel or any other channel, its really cool i really like to Internet at Michelle's Apartment. I could even be on my Nintendo DS and battle other people on the WiFi Connection. IT IS REALLY AWESOME! You know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I bought another controller I could Play with Michelle or with my own controller from home we could have three players or better yet fourth player can be online and three players on controllers it would be really awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could bring my games to Michelle's apartment and play with either play with others online or players at Bethel. That would be really awesome to play with people around the world and have a great connections with them and maybe get tips on how like have cheats for just one game. It's really Awesome that we us kids can connect with others and have new friends to play with. I am really excited I wish I had connections at my house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-2291753644543965961?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/2291753644543965961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/01/cool-thing-about-wii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/2291753644543965961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/2291753644543965961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/01/cool-thing-about-wii.html' title='The cool thing About the  Wii'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-4683352477060762631</id><published>2009-01-12T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:16:35.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My christmas presents</title><content type='html'>For Christmas I got gold necklace that has my name on it, warm comfy slippers, in the stocking I had a clean &amp; clear to wash my face, and lip infusion. And all these were from Michelle. And there was supposed to be a game but it didn't come. I got Ipod speakers with a cover but it was to big. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got from grandma Yokiko and Yoshi is a butterfly jewelry box and it was a puzzle when i got it, Journey To The Center Of The Earth in 3-D and movie. And for both me and Michelle we got a Wii and setup on Internet so we could go to other systems to challenge people most likely friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from my mom I got a stereo system that can let me play my Ipod on it. The stereo is really cool, I MEAN REALLY &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN FOR MYSELF I GOT A NEW CAMERA AND IT IS REALLY, REALLY AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from Auntie LA LA I think I got a Wii game that what Michelle said on the phone since her gifts finally came&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-4683352477060762631?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/4683352477060762631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-christmas-presents.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/4683352477060762631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/4683352477060762631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-christmas-presents.html' title='My christmas presents'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-5061589126733071610</id><published>2008-11-19T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:10:07.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semi- finals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SSUNOUdqDLI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5kKqsL5swMY/s1600-h/Photo+34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SSUNOUdqDLI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5kKqsL5swMY/s320/Photo+34.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270633478569462962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO EXCITED I AM IN THE EXPOSITORY SEMI- FINALS, BUT I DON'T REALLY WANT TO Be I ALL I WANT TO DO IS THE DRAMATIC!!!!!!!! and another thought I have my first frost bite but it is really bothering me really bad.i do not know what to do with it. I am so confused and I am playing Mario Party DS at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-5061589126733071610?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/5061589126733071610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2008/11/semi-finals.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/5061589126733071610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/5061589126733071610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2008/11/semi-finals.html' title='Semi- finals'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SSUNOUdqDLI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5kKqsL5swMY/s72-c/Photo+34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-6249854695460053866</id><published>2008-11-14T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T22:42:52.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speech</title><content type='html'>i am really excited about the speech contest we are going to do i am going to do the one i did last year here it is:Hahahahaaaa... Somebody there? Somebody... Who said that? Don't play innocent with me. You've known all along. Where are you? Follow the cold shiver running down your spine......I'm right here! (looking at his own reflection in a large mirror) I don't understand. Did you think it was coincidence. so many good things all happening for you. All for you, Norman! What do you want? TO say what you won't. To do what you can't. To remove those in your way. (Norman looks at a copy of the Daily Bugle with the news of the Goblin's rampage) The board members.. You killed them! WE killed them! We? Remember? Your little accident in the laboratory? The performance enhancers... Bingo! Me! Your greatest creation. Bringing you what you've always wanted. Power beyond your wildest dreams. And it's only the beginning. There's only one that can stop us. or imagine if he joined us.(evil laughter). i think this is really coool because i kinda remember it from last year. i only know 7 words of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-6249854695460053866?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/6249854695460053866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2008/11/speech.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/6249854695460053866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/6249854695460053866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2008/11/speech.html' title='Speech'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-8741299363798776148</id><published>2008-11-12T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:28:19.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Arctic Ice Cap</title><content type='html'>Have you ever have heard of the Arctic Ice Cap? Well I have heard of the Arctic Ice cap. Did you know it is on top of Earth? It’s called the North Pole for some people in some other countries. Does it just sit there or does it just melt away?&lt;br /&gt;Although the Arctic ice cap is huge in size, it also is melting quicker then predicted in the past. It is very natural that the Arctic Ice cap is melting in the summer and refreezing in the winter. The scientists always check the size in September. But in September of 2007 the new low record was 1.59 million sq miles of the Arctic ice Cap that has melted. In September 2005 the arctic ice cap melted to a record, to a low of 2.05 million sq miles. The Arctic Ice Cap will be ice-free by the summer of 2100, but if the temperature keeps getting higher the ice will be gone by 2030!&lt;br /&gt;The causes of the Arctic ice cap melting is global warming. Global warming is caused by emissions coming off of cars, snow machines, factories, and aerosol cans people use everyday for years. These gases get trapped in the ozone layer. The sun’s rays get stuck in the ozone layer and it causes the earth to get warmer. The gases will stay in the atmosphere for 50 years. Its like the earth is in an oven and the ice is melting very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;One effect of the melting Arctic Ice Cap is that the Northwest Passage is navigable for a short time. The Northwest Passage is a shortcut on top of the world that will go across to any shipping company and it is 4,000 miles. If shipping companies use the Northwest Passage the cost of getting the products or receiving them will cost a lot less. Some companies cross the Northwest Passage in the summer. If some companies just go ahead with traveling in the winter it may cause many environmental disasters. Because the ice burgs are very sharp so if a ship hits on it may cause oil spill. Oil spills may poison many creatures and they will die for certain. The scientists believe that the Northwest Passage will be open by 2015. A lot of the poor shipping companies starts to cross the Arctic ice cap, but it is unsafe says scientists because there are a lot of sharp ice burgs that can be penetrated and cause the oil to spill all over the ocean floor.&lt;br /&gt;If the world was without the Arctic ice cap what would it look like? The Arctic Ice cap is melting all because of two main causes, the greenhouse effect and global warming. There many things people can do to reduce emissions. This is important because we can&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-8741299363798776148?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/8741299363798776148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2008/11/arctic-ice-cap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/8741299363798776148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/8741299363798776148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2008/11/arctic-ice-cap.html' title='The Arctic Ice Cap'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-833446645286520259</id><published>2008-11-12T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T11:38:57.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curry Rice</title><content type='html'>My favorite food is curry rice i really like it for some reason may be i tried when my dad tried it.my dad said, "try it, it's good for you" so i did it was really yummy then i imagined it would be gross but i really, really liked it so much that i wanted it everyday. i like it medium spicy but pretty soon i won't soon i will have hot but not right now. whenever Michelle makes it i get really excited to eat it. Michelle is my step mother, but she makes the best curry rice i ever had. you all should try it. It is very yummy with coca cola it is really gooooood. my baby brother likes it too but we don't let him have it spicy because it is really bad for his tummy but Boot loves it we always give her the bowl to lick off the stuff its like prewashing it by her tongue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-833446645286520259?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/833446645286520259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2008/11/curry-rice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/833446645286520259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/833446645286520259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2008/11/curry-rice.html' title='Curry Rice'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-1531884767512677250</id><published>2008-10-27T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:23:17.388-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><title type='text'>A Memory</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there was a 14-year-old girl named April Hoover. She lived with her mom, Teresa Hoover, because her dad, Max, died from pneumonia.  April went to school at Z.J. Max School in Phoenix, Arizona. She hated going to school because a girl named Cassidy was bullying her and calling her names all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassidy Rich had long, gold, smooth hair. She had a body like a model and a face like a Barbie doll.She had blue eyes and was 14 years old. She was rich and got whatever she wanted. She was a spoiled brat.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason Cassidy was bullying April was because April was a pro at rock climbing and Cassidy was jealous of her. Cassidy tried to get rid of her. Cassidy tried to lock April up in the janitor’s closet. The janitor was an old friend of her father and freed her. After she was freed, and April went to class and she told her teacher “Cassidy locked me up in the janitor’s closet.” The teacher sent Cassidy to the principal’s office. The principal suspended Cassidy for one week. After one week in school when April went to the bathroom Cassidy followed her. Cassidy grabbed April by her shirt and told her, “Today after school at the front I will fight you” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April asked, “What did I do to you?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassidy said “You suspended me for one week!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassidy dropped April and left the bathroom. One hour later Cassidy was waiting for April in front of the school.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When April got outside she saw Cassidy and was terrified! She didn’t want to fight she just wanted to be friends. Cassidy was going to punch April in the stomach but April dodged it. Then Cassidy hit April on the face and April said “ouch.” April kept dodging the attacks that Cassidy punched.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then April remembered what her father said, “Tell the person that is trying to pick a fight with you should tell them to be friends instead of fighting with each other.” &lt;br /&gt;April said, “We should be friends instead of fighting I will teach you how to go fast and beat the others at rock climbing.”&lt;br /&gt;Cassidy said, “Okay if you teach me that I will not bully you any more.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then April and Cassidy became friends and never fought again. April had a dream that night that her father was telling her &lt;br /&gt;“Be good to your mother.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April said, “I will and I always love you and mom” and April smiled at her dad and hugged him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning she went to school with her new friend Cassidy every day. They lived happily ever after. April now knows that her father is in her heart and never be forgotten forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-1531884767512677250?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/1531884767512677250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2008/10/memory.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/1531884767512677250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/1531884767512677250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2008/10/memory.html' title='A Memory'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-2856999133113288826</id><published>2008-10-27T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T11:59:21.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading project</title><content type='html'>i was thinking to do is like bring one of my necklaces from home and display it as if it was from London old times and it will be madame Forestier's necklace. i will really like it because my necklaces are fake like Forestier's necklaces. it would be really awsome if i could look up the necklaces that were in old time London.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-2856999133113288826?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/2856999133113288826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2008/10/reading-project.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/2856999133113288826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/2856999133113288826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2008/10/reading-project.html' title='Reading project'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-1421636611667627023</id><published>2008-10-14T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T12:14:15.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our State Flag</title><content type='html'>Our state flag is so cool that i learned that the star that is above it is the North Star. I am so glad we have a flag that represents us for what we see at night which is really cool if you ever want to see it come to Alaska. We have eight stars, the seven stars represents the Big Dipper the eighth star represents the North Star. The North Star shows us where the North is, which i think it really goes well with our state because no other city can see the stars. But if you go camping out and you will see the stars since they are to beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-1421636611667627023?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/1421636611667627023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-state-flag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/1421636611667627023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/1421636611667627023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-state-flag.html' title='Our State Flag'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-2956384573393852250</id><published>2008-10-13T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T11:37:38.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Status</title><content type='html'>Status is defined a person belongs to a group which he or she belongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a person has status like a person who has a lot of money could act as if they are really nice and polite to people. Or a person who has not much money like a person who is trained well when they were rich. When their parents were rich. Or a person that is very nice but has a lot of money and is not being very polite and gentlemen like or lady like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-2956384573393852250?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/2956384573393852250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2008/10/status.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/2956384573393852250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/2956384573393852250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2008/10/status.html' title='Status'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-2368012758433573642</id><published>2008-10-10T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:24:44.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday present</title><content type='html'>When my mom came back she gotten me  an Ipod nano and the WII i wanted. it was a surprise when she got me an IPod nano i really, really like it very much i will bring it everday for years untill i get an iphone like my uncle Nori and aunt Angela. for the WII i set it up in my room i will bring my other games that are in michelle's apartment in Bethel they are really COOOOOL!!! for me and other game freaks. until i go home i will be listening to my songs on my Ipod.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-2368012758433573642?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/2368012758433573642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2008/10/birthday-present.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/2368012758433573642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/2368012758433573642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2008/10/birthday-present.html' title='Birthday present'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-9105418561589436394</id><published>2008-10-07T12:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:23:02.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>yesterday i was in Bethel because Michael didn't want to pick me up because it was to dark all because he went out hunting i wish he hadn't and now i am mad at him. i am furious at him but it gave me a little more time to do my homework and that was good for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-9105418561589436394?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/9105418561589436394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2008/10/yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/9105418561589436394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/9105418561589436394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2008/10/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-2518736522563772335</id><published>2008-10-01T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:38:25.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inuyasha's Battle with lady Kikyo!!</title><content type='html'>On the start of the day Kagomi and Inuyasha was on their journey to find the Sacred Jewel Shards and defeat Naraku for revenge. On their way in the woods Inuyasha and Kagomi saw a castle. Inuyasha said, “I know that scent its Naraku’s and his miasma.“ They approached the castle and saw Kikyo walking around. Then Inuyasha asks, “Where is Naraku?” demandingly. Kikyo answered, “Find him yourself.” Inuyasha and Kikyo drew out their swords and began to battle and while Kagomi stands back and watches them in a safe distance. Inuyasha kept asking, “Where is Naraku hiding?” demandingly. Kikyo continued answering, ”Find him yourself!” and the fight goes on. A while later Inuyasha then asks again, “Where is Naraku hiding?” but Kikyo still doesn’t say. Then Kagomi asks in her mind “where would Naraku hide? Hmm”. &lt;br /&gt; Kagomi senses a Sacred Jewel Shard near-by and sees it is with Kikyo. It’s in her Kimono to the left side of her stomach. Then Kagomi said to Inuyasha, “She has a sacred jewel shards on the left side Inuyasha!” Inuyasha aims for the left side of Kikyo but Kikyo dodges the attack and they keep battling on. &lt;br /&gt; At last Inuyasha uses his wind scar on Kikyo and this time it hit her. But she is able to revive back to life. She then went into one of the rooms. Kikyo disappears in like two fingers snap, real fast.&lt;br /&gt; Kagomi and Inuyasha tried to look for Kikyo but never found her. Kagomi and Inuyasha went back on their journey to find the sacred jewel shards and take revenge on Naraku. &lt;br /&gt;     The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-2518736522563772335?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/2518736522563772335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2008/10/inuyashas-battle-with-priestess-kikyo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/2518736522563772335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/2518736522563772335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2008/10/inuyashas-battle-with-priestess-kikyo.html' title='Inuyasha&apos;s Battle with lady Kikyo!!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-5736003319163491079</id><published>2008-10-01T11:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T11:41:04.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm always the one who</title><content type='html'>in my family i'm always the one who does dishes, sweep the floor, mop the floor, clean the oven, dust the house, way before the inspectores come to the houses to inspcet it which really sucks if you have a lot on your mind for what to do and also a lot of homework like me since i am in highschool and i have to memorize yupik songs for yupik class since i have to work hard very hard to just to stay in school. Right? i know i know i am whining since i am the ONLY GIRL IN MY FAMILY WHICH IT REALLY REALLY SUCKS FOR ME!!!!! i don't really like to be the only girl in my family. but i get things i want when i clean the house before my mom gets back and i will get it. Theres always good things to come when you clan the house RIGHT!?!?! i'm i right, i'm i right??!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-5736003319163491079?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/5736003319163491079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-always-one-who_01.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/5736003319163491079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/5736003319163491079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-always-one-who_01.html' title='i&apos;m always the one who'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-8995491412538068419</id><published>2008-09-25T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T12:16:21.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my first robotics</title><content type='html'>when i started robotics it was really scary for me because i thought people were going to tease us because we came from Alaska. And where we live since it is the second smallest village in Alaska. also i was really nervous because we were so shy to talk to people but we made it to the championships only if chris woodward were to read this i would say "we would have never made it without him because he was really sirouse on us so we listened to him so i am proud that we made it to the championships with him." but i hope that our team makes it to the championships i hope we go to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-8995491412538068419?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/8995491412538068419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-first-robotics.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/8995491412538068419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/8995491412538068419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-first-robotics.html' title='my first robotics'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-9143277586931590357</id><published>2008-09-22T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T12:19:25.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Lego League</title><content type='html'>Robotics is when you do research on the theme and you have to have a presentation about the problems and solving the problems with programs. Also you have to build a robot you and your team has built togather in your own design that you and your team think is really cool. its really fun because you get to program some missions and also make the program, you can make it do some funky dance for your robot. but you still have to let it do missions and also set up your playing field which is a lot of work for one person so thats why you need a team to set up some stuff. by the way you could find out where people are from and maybe makefriends with them. so it is still fun when you make friends or see your fiends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-9143277586931590357?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/9143277586931590357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-lego-league.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/9143277586931590357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/9143277586931590357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-lego-league.html' title='First Lego League'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-4280661415051618259</id><published>2008-09-16T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T11:52:58.542-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>i hope my birthday next weekend will be more fun then last year. it would have been much better since i will be 15. i can't wait to find out what my family will give me on my 15th birthday. i kinda like  surprises on my birthday i don't know what i will get you know it kinda like a surprise party. iwould like to have a pinata for the little kids, and us teenager's which will be fun like my little brother Jaden had on his first birthday it was really cool to have a Bumble Bee shaped cake and it was kinda big. but it was really cool still. if my cake would look like a cake for a fifteen year olds from Ace of Cakes i would really love it since i like to watch their show almost everyday on Food Network. i would want a cake shaped like a book with lots of disighnes it will really look cool on my birthday. maybe i will find a cake that will look like a really fancy book i woud make it if i have the right tools for it that would BE REALLY, REALLY AWSOME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i want to go bethel on the weekend instead of staying here in Oscarville which will really suck, because i want to go to a resterant for my birthday or go on a shopping spree for whatever i want like clothes, games, you know what I mean? i wish i had WII so i could play my games i already bought from my trip to California which they will be fun, and also it is good excersise for me because it involves moving around like Mario Party 8 which involves moving, or Zelda the Twilight Princess the game, which is really cool i hope it is really, really cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-4280661415051618259?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/4280661415051618259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2008/09/birthday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/4280661415051618259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/4280661415051618259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2008/09/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-3717872852703725328</id><published>2008-09-15T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T11:44:34.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drivers ED</title><content type='html'>Driver's ED was AWSOME!!! i passed two assemint drives i might be able to have a permit once i am fifteen. also i think i got a little used to it. but if had a litle more time i would have done a better job driving then now. i can't wait till we have our test this week i hope i pass to get my permit to drive. i might drive Michael's truck for once with him in the car since he has a Driver's Licence. i hope one day i will own a hybrid, and i will fix it on my own instead of paying a lot of money to be fixed by a mechanic that knows how to. but only when i take engineering classes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-3717872852703725328?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/3717872852703725328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2008/09/drivers-ed.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/3717872852703725328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/3717872852703725328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2008/09/drivers-ed.html' title='Drivers ED'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-2830676805876060654</id><published>2008-09-10T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T17:10:59.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Night</title><content type='html'>Last night i went for a walk it was very peaceful all I could hear was the drops of rain falling on top of an empty barrel which was kind of soothing also the sound of rubbing rope and plastic, also the sound of my foot steps. that night i also heard birds singing which was really soothing last night i even calmed down from last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-2830676805876060654?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/2830676805876060654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-night.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/2830676805876060654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/2830676805876060654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-night.html' title='One Night'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-7976823055494766709</id><published>2008-08-21T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T18:01:27.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My summer vaction</title><content type='html'>I had fun on my summer vacation with my Stepmom Michelle and my brother Jaden also with my cousin Sebastian  we almost went everywhere in Burbank, California. First we went on a road trip with my auntie LaLa A.K.A Angela, my uncle Nori, and Last but not least my little cousin Kobe. When we went on on the road it was early in the morning and it was cold that night when we left my grandma Kiko's house. we were on our way to Denver,Colorado for a family reunion and for my great grandma's 90th birthday. IT WAS AWSOME!!!!!! it was really cool to meet the other side of my family they were almost everywhere in the U.S. which was coooool!!!! while we were on our way we went camping near Brice Canyon which was AWSOME!!!!! Then saw the other parts of the canyon espcially the Rainbow Canyon it was BEUTIFUL. when we got to Denver we met the family at the Residents Inn which there were two next door to each other. We slept in the other hotel insted of Residents Inn. Both had swimming pools inside but Resident's hotel it was much better then where we were stayed at. The very next day we went to my great grandma's room and ate lunch there it was very enjoyable to meet my great grandmother. And when it was dinner time we went to eat at a restaurant/farm/giftshop it was awsome to ride in an old time carrage with a real live horse. After all the activities in Denver were done we drove all the way back to Burbank, California. IT WAS AWSOME TO SEE ALL THE SIGHTS WE SAW GOING AND COMING BACK FROM THE FAMILY REUNION!!!!!!!!!!! It was the most fun i ever had in my entire life going almost everywhere we can in Burbank. and that ends my vacation with Michelle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-7976823055494766709?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/7976823055494766709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-summer-vaction.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/7976823055494766709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/7976823055494766709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-summer-vaction.html' title='My summer vaction'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-1893431808699844309</id><published>2008-08-18T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T12:04:20.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Me</title><content type='html'>Hi I am Nicole Stevens iam 14 soon i will be 15. And i can't wait till i am 15 really bad!!! I like to read books alot of them espacially graphic novels or comics. Also i like anime cartoons because they are a teenage kind of a cartoon not like a kids cartoon. Also i like scary movies that are really scary at night. So i watch them at night and they will be very scary. I like to create images of my inventions in my mind but never share them and maybe try and find a better solution then killing or destroing an animal or an invention whenever i watch the news. but this one time i heard there was a bear near anchorage but i wonder if they killed it or didn't. I really need to know about that!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;      I live in Oscarville, Alaska. It is a small village but there is some history about it that is quite interesting to me. Oscarville is quite a nice place to live and it is almost close to a city called Bethel, which we go there for groceries we need. I have three brothers my big brother is Michael Stevens, my little brother is Trevor Mesak, my baby brother is in bethel living with my step- mom Michelle his name is Jaden Nicholai. why i have a different name then my mother Olga Mesak because she married a man named Oscar Mesak from Kipnuk, Alaska, and my dad, Alexie Nicholai jr. married Michelle oleske thats why i have a different last name then my mom's except my big brother Michael Stevens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-1893431808699844309?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/1893431808699844309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2008/08/about-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/1893431808699844309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/1893431808699844309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2008/08/about-me.html' title='About Me'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-451217174430007791.post-2234448519480294242</id><published>2008-08-18T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T12:21:43.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Accident</title><content type='html'>a year ago I had an accident with a grate and had a really bad cut. Which all i had to do is to keep my leg straight so the stichtes won't tear my skin. this was at bethel BRHS school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SKsejEOfDEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p21rtVqEWpE/s1600-h/Photo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SKsejEOfDEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p21rtVqEWpE/s320/Photo+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236312579527085122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SKsejyMMxVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-_Vco7EQiNw/s1600-h/Photo+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SKsejyMMxVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-_Vco7EQiNw/s320/Photo+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236312591865529682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/451217174430007791-2234448519480294242?l=oscnicoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/feeds/2234448519480294242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2008/08/accident.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/2234448519480294242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/451217174430007791/posts/default/2234448519480294242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscnicoles.blogspot.com/2008/08/accident.html' title='An Accident'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SR3i7ObuJiI/AAAAAAAAAAg/esIazUQ4TLw/S220/Nicole.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXPA1JY8Bxo/SKsejEOfDEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p21rtVqEWpE/s72-c/Photo+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
