<?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-698638216850490674</id><updated>2011-07-31T01:41:17.911-07:00</updated><category term='blah blah blah and blah'/><category term='Journal Blab'/><title type='text'>Brooke Kubby's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>This is the summer portion of my blog, part 1 and 2.  For the rest of the school year etc. go to http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-more-posts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/8062318483285721814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/8062318483285721814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-more-posts.html' title='for more posts....'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-5505856920394825675</id><published>2009-09-01T19:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T19:57:49.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The last day</title><content type='html'>well today is the last day of my summer blog because 2morrow I start school.  I rode my bike today and we all had breakfast at a pancake place.  im so  nervous about school 2morrow, wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-5505856920394825675?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/5505856920394825675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/5505856920394825675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/5505856920394825675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-day.html' title='The last day'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-5551094371189396276</id><published>2009-08-31T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:26:54.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the day after yesterday</title><content type='html'>well today I took a 3.4 mi bike ride to school and back and left at 8:40 AM.  then mom and I shopped all day and I got a good one piece but its a good thing im excercising because it I will look better in the one peice if I do good night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-5551094371189396276?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/5551094371189396276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-after-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/5551094371189396276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/5551094371189396276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-after-yesterday.html' title='the day after yesterday'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-2579442368999627879</id><published>2009-08-30T22:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T22:35:22.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two days before the day after tommorow</title><content type='html'>I went to Subway and got everyone food, I went to 711 and had a candy binge, and I rode 3.4 miles round trip on a bicycle to Pollywog Park.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-2579442368999627879?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/2579442368999627879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/two-days-before-day-after-tommorow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/2579442368999627879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/2579442368999627879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/two-days-before-day-after-tommorow.html' title='Two days before the day after tommorow'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-2850734236301979169</id><published>2009-08-29T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:02:17.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>well mom wanted to go to the Venice Boardwalk but it was just too hot.  I went over to Emerson's and asked him about the schedule and the weird home-room teacher thing.  Then I took a 3 mile, 45 min. bike ride to and from school and hung around the house afterward.  Then I watched Juno and started writing a blog entry called "Today"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-2850734236301979169?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/2850734236301979169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/2850734236301979169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/2850734236301979169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-5551850892382613469</id><published>2009-08-28T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T18:52:26.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY BLADY BLAH</title><content type='html'>well recently we signed up for school, I got contacts, and we bought school supplies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-5551850892382613469?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/5551850892382613469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-blady-blah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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b-day, so after we put all our stuff in mom;s car wen she picked us up we went with GP AND GM to the Cheese Cake Factory to celebrate.  Crystal almst threw up, but she didnt.  now im ome, good ight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-3787281672974640357?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/3787281672974640357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-twenty-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/3787281672974640357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/3787281672974640357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-twenty-two.html' title='DAY TWENTY-TWO'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-1733735861059792757</id><published>2009-08-24T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T18:28:36.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I am emotionally traumatized for life</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading "Where the Red Fern Grows" and I simply cannot believe that a human could write a book that sad.  At first I'm like, whatever, boy has hunting dogs, one ___ when it _____ ___ ____, so sad, what else is new?  But at the end I actually cried for ten minutes and soaked my shirt, and then for five minutes afterward.  If I become an actor, I know that to cry on stage, all I need to do is read the end of that book.  However, I recommend it, because besides the ending it was a great story, even though it was definitely a pretty simple plot.  I bet that if you read it you'll bet that you won't cry at the end, but unless you have a heart as cold as Absolute Zero, I know you will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-1733735861059792757?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/1733735861059792757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-think-i-am-emotionally-traumatized.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/1733735861059792757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/1733735861059792757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-think-i-am-emotionally-traumatized.html' title='I think I am emotionally traumatized for life'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-639237773064053795</id><published>2009-08-23T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T22:19:04.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY TWENTY-ONE</title><content type='html'>today I wasn't feeling well so I stayed inside, kind of.  Crystal and Lydia were running around between our house and Lydia's and snatching icecream and stuff.  Grandma took me to some fabric stores to try and deterr me from making a dress by showing me how complictaed sewing is.  Now we are trying to figure out how to make a unique bathing suit that I want to have for school.  I played Chinese Checkers and Clue with grandma and grandpa for most of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-639237773064053795?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/639237773064053795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-twenty-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/639237773064053795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/639237773064053795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-twenty-one.html' title='DAY TWENTY-ONE'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-7978329258478775114</id><published>2009-08-22T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T19:16:48.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY TWENTY</title><content type='html'>today grandma suggested we go to the Long Beach Marina, so I looked up the MapQuest directons and we went there.  We saw all kinds of animals that live in the Pacific ocean, and yeah.  There was a three-story tank, and ___________________!!!!!  (I'll tell you about the marina if one person comments on this by August 24th, because it seems like no one reads this bog)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-7978329258478775114?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/7978329258478775114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-twenty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/7978329258478775114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/7978329258478775114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-twenty.html' title='DAY TWENTY'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-5574362634443485138</id><published>2009-08-21T21:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T21:05:52.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY NINETEEN</title><content type='html'>today kt and I packed our bags and we drove in the car to kt's house and dropped her off.  Then we went to GP &amp;amp; GM's and mom dropped us off.  we took a walk to the beach, had a great dinner. then watched Project Runway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-5574362634443485138?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/5574362634443485138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-nineteen.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/5574362634443485138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/5574362634443485138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-nineteen.html' title='DAY NINETEEN'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-7897274574944907596</id><published>2009-08-20T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T18:59:18.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY EIGHTEEN</title><content type='html'>today we went to the school at 9 AM to regster and learn stuff and I took a boring math test to place me somewhere, im sure I did bad.  then we went tot the Getty Museum,the good one.  then we went home and yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-7897274574944907596?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/7897274574944907596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-eighteen.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/7897274574944907596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/7897274574944907596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-eighteen.html' title='DAY EIGHTEEN'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-5736963377573745771</id><published>2009-08-19T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:02:59.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY SEVENTEEN</title><content type='html'>Today Katie and I bought sandwiches from Subway and I got a chai latte from Peet's coffee.  Then mom and allan both were feeling sick, so Katie and I sat around.  Finally she started quizzing me on simple arithmetic so our brains didn't die, and I suggested we play softball with as many neighbor kids as we could find.  At first she didn't want to, but we were SOOOOOOOO bored.  Only Emerson was home, so we went down to the high school.  Katie  didn't want to play softball, so we played kick ball because she had brought a soccer ball.  But none of us were good at soccer or softball, so we ended up passing the soccer and soft ball to each other and embarrassingly missing it and stuff.  Then we started exploring the school, and we found some really high bars.  They were so high that only Katie could get her knees over them, and then this guy came over and he said, "What are you doing on my bars?"  and so we thought we were in trouble, but we weren't.  Instead he showed us all about this sport where you use springy poles to get really high in the air and go over a bar.  it was really cool, but he kept talking and talking for literally half and hour, and so I lied and said we had to go home.  Then we went searching for some water because it had been about three hours, and we found the fountain.  Then we found the "eco garden", which was a really cool place in the middle of the high school that had a pond with fish, and three roosters in a coup!  Eventually we go back to the field and passed the balls around, and then we went home.  for dinner mom ordered Jewish food.  Tomorrow I have to go to the school and register and take a couple placement tests.  Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-5736963377573745771?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/5736963377573745771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-seventeen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/5736963377573745771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/5736963377573745771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-seventeen.html' title='DAY SEVENTEEN'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-5209522495908935432</id><published>2009-08-18T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T23:18:44.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY SIXTEEN</title><content type='html'>today I woke up early and waited for kt to wake up for a few hours.  Then we spent the morning lazing around and then we went to the Santa Monica library and at the library they had a small resaurant and kt and I split an ice cream and a sandwich.  Then we went to the pier but we cudnt go bungee jumping and the Gyro ride thing was not on, so it was pretty boring.  afterward mom and Charlotte went to dinner while kt, ck and I went to watch The Time Traveler's Wife.  It was phemonally brilliant, and had  dazzling, emotional, shocking, and generally great plot.  I would recommend it for anybody over ten.  I loved it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-5209522495908935432?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/5209522495908935432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-sixteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/5209522495908935432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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left and went to Trader Joe's to get some food to eat at the museum and other food for the house.  then we went to the more inland Getty Museum, the one I went to before, but it was closed, so we went to the Getty Museum in Malibu.  It was all about the Romans, and it was awesome.  However, the museum people hated kt and me.  First they got mad at us for flah photography, then mad at us for photgraphy, then because we went past the unobvious floor decoration white line, then because we went to a place that had no signs saying it was staff only, etc.  I like the white museum MUCH better, but this one was still gorgeous but had a lot more nude sculptures.  Yick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-7087570200557877244?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/7087570200557877244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-fifteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/7087570200557877244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/7087570200557877244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-fifteen.html' title='DAY FIFTEEN'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-7921621309326192355</id><published>2009-08-16T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T20:20:29.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY FOURTEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); "&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;today I woke up at about 6:30 and took a shower. Then I opened the garage door to air it out after the flea bomb. Then I had about a mile walk around the highschool and the neighborhood, and then kt came! We rode our bikes to the highschool where it was windy and we attempted to pass a fly away balloon and high school guys were practicing. later we went around on the rolly thing, and that kid Emerson came over and told us about the school. The only good thing about it is that we get 5 minutes between classes and 12 minutes to change for P.E. Thurston SUCKAS! outrher than that is sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;ttyl, Brooke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-footer" style="margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(119, 119, 119); text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 0.1em; font: normal normal normal 78%/normal 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 1.4em; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-7921621309326192355?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/7921621309326192355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-fourteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/7921621309326192355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/7921621309326192355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-fourteen.html' title='DAY FOURTEEN'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-5980700307731554131</id><published>2009-08-16T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T07:00:44.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dance</title><content type='html'>well as u know it is painful to watch me attemp to dance, and embarrassing for me.  so i want to learn how do dance at least one hip hop song and the classic kind as well.  how shud I go about doing that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-5980700307731554131?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/5980700307731554131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/5980700307731554131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/5980700307731554131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/dance.html' title='dance'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-3803798005039789700</id><published>2009-08-16T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T06:39:19.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pics from the pool at the Mont Clair Hotel in Northern CA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/SogKp6tpBTI/AAAAAAAAAYo/iDQuvkrc3Hs/s1600-h/IMG_1214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/SogKp6tpBTI/AAAAAAAAAYo/iDQuvkrc3Hs/s320/IMG_1214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370554270890919218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/SogKpRukboI/AAAAAAAAAYg/asZ9tQPDPDY/s1600-h/IMG_1227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/SogKpRukboI/AAAAAAAAAYg/asZ9tQPDPDY/s320/IMG_1227.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370554259888959106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/SogKo22bH8I/AAAAAAAAAYY/HHwsIJb4MSE/s1600-h/IMG_1202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/SogKo22bH8I/AAAAAAAAAYY/HHwsIJb4MSE/s320/IMG_1202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370554252674146242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/SogJ0hNk4AI/AAAAAAAAAYI/k-0Su-Gjom0/s1600-h/IMG_1193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/SogJ0hNk4AI/AAAAAAAAAYI/k-0Su-Gjom0/s320/IMG_1193.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370553353512476674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  From top to bottom, left to right, the pictures will be labeled One, Two, Three, and Four. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; One:&lt;/span&gt; Jennifer, Liana's sister, in the hot tub.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Two:&lt;/span&gt; in Spain, at New Years, as the clock makes twelve strikes, people there put a grape in their mouth for each strike and I wanted to see if I could fit 12 grapes in my mouth and I could!  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three: &lt;/span&gt;Nai'a and Crystal in the hot tub.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four:&lt;/span&gt; Crystal, me and Nai'a in the pool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-3803798005039789700?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/3803798005039789700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/pics-from-pool-at-mont-clair-hotel-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/3803798005039789700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/3803798005039789700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/pics-from-pool-at-mont-clair-hotel-in.html' title='pics from the pool at the Mont Clair Hotel in Northern CA'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/SogKp6tpBTI/AAAAAAAAAYo/iDQuvkrc3Hs/s72-c/IMG_1214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-594417141967022723</id><published>2009-08-15T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T21:18:23.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY THIRTEEN</title><content type='html'>today I went with mom to drop off Allan at the office, then we went to Costco and got some stuff, and then 7 eleven to get some stuff for kt's b-day.  (BTW that was today but she coming 2morrow, anyway happy b-day!)  we took all of the pictures out of the garage.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-594417141967022723?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/594417141967022723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-thirteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/594417141967022723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/594417141967022723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-thirteen.html' title='DAY THIRTEEN'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-282919600850273916</id><published>2009-08-14T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T22:01:48.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY TWELVE</title><content type='html'>today we went to the Getty museum, and it was amazing.  it was sunny and the whole place was white, no sunglasses, which meant my eyes HURT!  but the museum had umbrellas you could use for free.  The art was phenomenal, it was like walking into history.  the garden was incredible and the architecture was fantastic.  Tell you more about later, I want to go to the museum again with ktsg.  also I want to post the written debate Anya and I will have on the 17th on my blog.  I'll ask Anya for permission later.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ttyl, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-282919600850273916?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/282919600850273916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-twelve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/282919600850273916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/282919600850273916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-twelve.html' title='DAY TWELVE'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-7622613444094652894</id><published>2009-08-14T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T06:59:15.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dream</title><content type='html'>I was on some island with some people, and all i remember was that I gave birth twice.  it was weird.  then afterwards i had a different dream with the same setting, where i was a a camp.  there was thise one race where u had to fill three glasses with approx. 4 cups, 3 cups, and 3 cups of ice/water, then race down a hill, drop off the water, and run back up.  i id terrible the first time, and then i got first.  but on the way back up the hill I slipped off the side and was dangling about 16 feet above the round.  jennifer aniston  came and helped me get back up.  then i met her kid, and yeah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;flashes from dream:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ocean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sunset&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;volcano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stairs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bridge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/698638216850490674-7622613444094652894?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/7622613444094652894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/dream_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/7622613444094652894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/7622613444094652894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/dream_14.html' title='dream'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-6508164019486175946</id><published>2009-08-13T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:36:35.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY ELEVEN</title><content type='html'>today we traded in Allan's car at the lexus dealer for a different one.  we also upgraded our TV box.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-6508164019486175946?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/6508164019486175946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-eleven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/6508164019486175946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/6508164019486175946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-eleven.html' title='DAY ELEVEN'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-2394204466451129347</id><published>2009-08-13T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T07:27:14.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY TEN (late)</title><content type='html'>yesterday I laid around the house and then we wennt to the hardware store and kitchen store to pick up some stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-2394204466451129347?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/2394204466451129347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-ten-late.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/2394204466451129347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/2394204466451129347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-ten-late.html' title='DAY TEN (late)'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-6564909266542096660</id><published>2009-08-13T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T07:25:37.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dream</title><content type='html'>i had a dream where everyone from my grade that I knew was with me at orientation for the MB middle school.  We were going into 6th grade, and they had as giant rollercoaster.  Thy had a gret, fun, PE program, and I fit in perfectly.  The school kind of was over a large body of water, and it was huge.  There was one place in the dram that I have dreamt of before, on  top of the roof.  At this place it is several stories high, and I can carefully and dangerrously jump off th edge to reach the ground, or make sveral large jumps onto unstable platforms.  Also there was something to do with dogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-6564909266542096660?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/6564909266542096660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/dream_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/6564909266542096660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/6564909266542096660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/dream_13.html' title='dream'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-1789011789894107049</id><published>2009-08-11T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:02:36.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY NINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/SoJMGDubZgI/AAAAAAAAAYA/2isKChDbHho/s1600-h/Photo+57_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/SoJMGDubZgI/AAAAAAAAAYA/2isKChDbHho/s200/Photo+57_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368937372742018562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/SoJMF85mI0I/AAAAAAAAAX4/Sz6D1aOsAdU/s1600-h/IMG_1254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/SoJMF85mI0I/AAAAAAAAAX4/Sz6D1aOsAdU/s200/IMG_1254.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368937370909811522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we let the cats back in the house after they stunk up the garage.  i have started a new line of art, taking dramatic photos and making them interesting for profile pictures.  the one shown are my two favorite, me and my mom.  mom took me to the MB farmer's market, where we bought some food.  alsoanya and i will have a debate about healthcare, abortion, gay rights, and MSNBC vrs. Fox News on 8/19/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-1789011789894107049?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/1789011789894107049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-nine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/1789011789894107049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/1789011789894107049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-nine.html' title='DAY NINE'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/SoJMGDubZgI/AAAAAAAAAYA/2isKChDbHho/s72-c/Photo+57_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-8445205698141027600</id><published>2009-08-11T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T07:44:54.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dream</title><content type='html'>I had a weird dream, and here's what I remember, with parenthesis meaning that I'm not sure about it:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was feeling a certain way, maybe bored or sad, so in the middle of the night someone told me the best thing to do for that is find (lilies)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so we searched along a river, and had had mishaps that I don't remember&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;as we went along, I met up with (Anya)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then (she) had us buy better cars along the way, and we sold an old one every time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;somthing happened and we split up, and I ended up on a boat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;this whole time people hd been "stalking" us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;these people found me and told me somthing sabout exchanging something so that my crew and I would be able to withstand any attack with special powers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I must have given it to them because I remember having these powers later on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then the people who gave us the gift of (being invisible when we stood still and turning rock-hard during an attack) attacked us, and brought us back to shore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then I met up with Anya, only it wasn't Anya, because her (dad) was one of the head coordinater of the attck and he wasn't Mr. Gourley&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anya was mad at me because I had (sopposedly stolen) one of the many cars we had bought and traded in along the river.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS IS WHRE IT GETS REALLY HAZY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;she had something that I wanted, it was a (little girl/my daughter) on the boat, and they were letting the boat set sail with everyone on it and they wouldnt be back for years.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so I showed her where I hid a lot of parts of the car&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;HERE ARE SNIPPETS OF STUFF I COULDN'T FIT IN THE StORY BUT ThAT I REMEMBER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a boot and sloshy water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jasmine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;moss&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a porch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;green tires&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a large public place&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;grandpa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lizard-looking person&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rope &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pillow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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/698638216850490674-8445205698141027600?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/8445205698141027600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/8445205698141027600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/8445205698141027600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/dream.html' title='dream'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-8682150790846565100</id><published>2009-08-10T21:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T21:59:27.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY EIGHT</title><content type='html'>Today we locked the cats in the garage, because we discovered that we have, gasp, R-A-T-S!!!!!   Anyway tomorrow morning we will let the poor kitties out of the garage and I will spoil them with teats and hug them nd tell them it was Mom's idea to have them leave cat scent in the garage to scare off the rats.  Also I aw a demented squirrel in our tree.  It was making weird noises and wouldn't run away when we got near it.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-8682150790846565100?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/8682150790846565100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-eight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/8682150790846565100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/8682150790846565100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-eight.html' title='DAY EIGHT'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-350746803574687307</id><published>2009-08-09T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:42:56.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY SIX/SEVEN</title><content type='html'>DAY SIX:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the beach and I swam out to the raft that Gigi's family had out there.  It was fun. Before that, we had gone to Costco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAY SEVEN:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we drove home from Grandma and Grandpa's (GM&amp;amp;GP's) and then spent the rest of the day laying around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-350746803574687307?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/350746803574687307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-sixseven.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/350746803574687307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/350746803574687307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-sixseven.html' title='DAY SIX/SEVEN'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-7326442513061189007</id><published>2009-08-07T21:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T21:35:37.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY FIVE</title><content type='html'>today we drove down from Manhattan Beach and we met up with GP&amp;amp;GM, and the Williamsons.  Then we went to the beach and had a lot of fun,and we got frozen yogurt.  I'm really tired but watev.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-7326442513061189007?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/7326442513061189007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-five.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/7326442513061189007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/7326442513061189007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-five.html' title='DAY FIVE'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-948363727207083177</id><published>2009-08-06T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T21:43:02.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY FOUR</title><content type='html'>today Aunt Kristi, Uncle Andy, Aaron, Grandma and Grandpa came.  We went to the Santa Monica pier and we had a lot of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-948363727207083177?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/948363727207083177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-four.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/948363727207083177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/948363727207083177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-four.html' title='DAY FOUR'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-909359468018693004</id><published>2009-08-05T16:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T17:02:53.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best of Photobooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/Snoden6FxbI/AAAAAAAAAXg/_YLzHiAt1d8/s1600-h/Photo+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/Snoden6FxbI/AAAAAAAAAXg/_YLzHiAt1d8/s320/Photo+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366634317911279026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/SnodeYGvDwI/AAAAAAAAAXY/1SjmGxx5EII/s1600-h/Photo+22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 142px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/SnodeYGvDwI/AAAAAAAAAXY/1SjmGxx5EII/s320/Photo+22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366634313669349122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/SnodeBq0ISI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/MXIbd55o1i4/s1600-h/Photo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/SnodeBq0ISI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/MXIbd55o1i4/s320/Photo+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366634307646660898" 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/698638216850490674-909359468018693004?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/909359468018693004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/best-of-photobooth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/909359468018693004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/909359468018693004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/best-of-photobooth.html' title='Best of Photobooth'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/Snoden6FxbI/AAAAAAAAAXg/_YLzHiAt1d8/s72-c/Photo+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-6590703597293594296</id><published>2009-08-04T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T19:15:02.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY TWO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today mom went to a meeting, and I met the mother of a guy named Emerson who is going into 8th grade.  On Sun. he's coming over and I'm going to ask him about the school.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-6590703597293594296?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/6590703597293594296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-two-today-mom-went-to-meeting-and-i.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/6590703597293594296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/6590703597293594296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-two-today-mom-went-to-meeting-and-i.html' title='DAY TWO'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-7643376024384088829</id><published>2009-08-03T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T19:14:45.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today we unpacked and got some stuff for the house, and I got some Wall Pops and decorated my room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-7643376024384088829?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/7643376024384088829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-one-today-we-unpacked-and-got-some.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/7643376024384088829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/7643376024384088829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-one-today-we-unpacked-and-got-some.html' title='Day One'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-3727032505315355597</id><published>2009-08-02T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T11:10:45.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 29, End of part 1 of summer blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As every trip involving my father begins, I awaken at the home of the parent I am leaving behind.  A frantic morning of last minute packing ensues, followed by a quiet car ride to the airport.  And each trip ends with me feeling tired and groaning about the unpacking to come, but content to drift into sleep at the bed of a different parent.  Now I am home, and tommorow I'm going to the girl's house across the street to ask her about my new school.  Anyhow, part 1 is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-3727032505315355597?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/3727032505315355597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-29-end-of-part-1-of-summer-blog-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/3727032505315355597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/3727032505315355597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-29-end-of-part-1-of-summer-blog-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-5407232014666631425</id><published>2009-08-01T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T15:09:46.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day Twenty-Seven/28&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well papa drove us to Liana's and then she took us to the Claremont Hotel.  the overnight stay at the hotel was a present to Nai'a for completing summer school.  The room was really cool, and the pool was great. There were lockers that were great, and they had showers with THE BEST conditioner, and yeah it was fantastic.  srry im not writing more, but im really tired.  picsto com.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-5407232014666631425?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/5407232014666631425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-twenty-seven28-well-papa-drove-us.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/5407232014666631425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/5407232014666631425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-twenty-seven28-well-papa-drove-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-196749142320194734</id><published>2009-07-30T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T20:57:40.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAY Twenty-six&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a lady cam to house to interview my father, and I re-watched all of season 8 of friends and 2morrow im going 2 a pool/sleepover that liana invited us too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-196749142320194734?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/196749142320194734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-twenty-six-lady-cam-to-house-to.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/196749142320194734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/196749142320194734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-twenty-six-lady-cam-to-house-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-8209470216270355888</id><published>2009-07-29T19:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T19:04:28.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAY TWENTY-FIVE:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today I was very content to lie in bed and watch friends.  I feel really crummy cuz of this cold, and im freaked out about the math exam I have to take at the end of the summer.  watev&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-8209470216270355888?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/8209470216270355888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-twenty-five-today-i-was-very.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/8209470216270355888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/8209470216270355888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-twenty-five-today-i-was-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-8853480054261067839</id><published>2009-07-28T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T07:30:19.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I have a cold, here are some things I do:  immediatly pick up aloe vera tissues, which are the only ones that don't kill my nose.  When I am so stuffed up that I have to breath through my mouth, I put vicks around my nose.  When I have stuff in my nose and my lungs, I boil water and vicks and smell the steam.  When my throat hurts, I boil water and put lemon and honey in it, and drink it.&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/698638216850490674-8853480054261067839?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/8853480054261067839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/christmas-early.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/8853480054261067839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/8853480054261067839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/christmas-early.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-8205783801874762402</id><published>2009-07-28T21:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:19:55.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/Sm_NkGXTAHI/AAAAAAAAAV0/K3rO84sFg5s/s1600-h/IMG_1154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/Sm_NkGXTAHI/AAAAAAAAAV0/K3rO84sFg5s/s320/IMG_1154.JPG" border="0" alt="" 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363731490819695602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Sibley Volcanic Regional Preserve.  the first pic is a burn zone and the 1940 mine exposure, and the second one is a visitor thing with the different types of rocks.  The third is the stripes of vegetation growth from the river deposits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-8205783801874762402?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/8205783801874762402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/robert-sibley-volcanic-regional.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/8205783801874762402'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/Sm_M0MjXZ8I/AAAAAAAAAVc/djZfIAeC9UE/s1600-h/IMG_1067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/Sm_M0MjXZ8I/AAAAAAAAAVc/djZfIAeC9UE/s320/IMG_1067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363730878316373954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/Sm_Mz7xOMWI/AAAAAAAAAVU/_tOIYPdu5zI/s1600-h/IMG_1136.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/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/Sm_Mz7xOMWI/AAAAAAAAAVU/_tOIYPdu5zI/s320/IMG_1136.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363730873811087714" 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onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/Sm_MPoTY9hI/AAAAAAAAAU8/_h5rQpwMbaE/s1600-h/IMG_1042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/Sm_MPoTY9hI/AAAAAAAAAU8/_h5rQpwMbaE/s320/IMG_1042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363730250110400018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/Sm_MAYoM_4I/AAAAAAAAAU0/ZiqdTO1a1RQ/s1600-h/IMG_1039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/Sm_MAYoM_4I/AAAAAAAAAU0/ZiqdTO1a1RQ/s320/IMG_1039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363729988204691330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These r pics from the zoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-3838178615659604235?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/3838178615659604235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/these-r-pics-from-zoo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/3838178615659604235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/3838178615659604235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/these-r-pics-from-zoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/Sm_M0MjXZ8I/AAAAAAAAAVc/djZfIAeC9UE/s72-c/IMG_1067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-6293269805760313386</id><published>2009-07-28T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T20:41:29.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAY TWENTY-FOUR&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK I hav seen all of season 1 of _ _ _ _ _ _   _ _ _ _.  I'm coming down with a cold.  We went into town to drop off the laundry and I got a drink.  Papa made me dinner.  We went to the Robert Sibley Volcanic Regional Preserve, and I wasn't feeling well so we didnt go to far but I got some pics of the volcano. It's not active, btw.  But the place where it's at used to be situated `differently and it had different river deposits. But the whole volcano was flipped wen the continents went together, and now the deposits, instead of vertical, are horizontal.  The different lines of sand vrs. clay now show in the vegetation, in bands of green and brown:  brown for sand, green for clay.  Also, in the 1940's, miners cut open the volcano, and the magma chute is now exposed.  It's the only volcano in CA to have this exposure, so scientists can see the cooled lava.  Also there are red patches of rock called "Burn Zones", I think, where the lava simply sat there and burned the rocks.  It's cool, I'll download the pics soon.  Oh yeah also pics from trips w/ Liana and the zoo too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-6293269805760313386?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-4156695943684996921</id><published>2009-07-28T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T15:29:03.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here I lie,&lt;div&gt;fragile and pale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I giant top hat way over my head on a rail,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a soft embrace that keeps away awake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And outside my little clear door,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the bright light in the sky,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;does not snore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and as I watch it progress through the sky way high,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sip from a tea cup,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and take a deep sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For that little bright light, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;moving slowly above,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;has given the gift of life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to a little lemon indoors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the little bit of sunshine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was squeezed and is now mine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that little drop of sunshine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is now in me, where it will reside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So even though I'm grateful,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for that little light outside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have it on my inside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when I'm feeling non-sick deprived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so little bright light,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;keep going on your rounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will see you again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when I slip out of under that large top hat that is round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-4156695943684996921?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/4156695943684996921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/here-i-lie-fragile-and-pale.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/4156695943684996921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/4156695943684996921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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guess wat I have now watched 8 episodes of, and its not Friends.  After that we went to Target (Tar-jay) for 1 and 1/2 hours.  Within the 1st 2o min. I found the bathing suit I was looking for, and CK was trying on stuff the rest of the time untill se decided she didnt want to swim.  Anyway the rest of the day was spent watching ______ ____.  BTW we got the bathing suits cus Liana invited us to a probably but not definitely party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-2287487710391481183?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/2287487710391481183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-twenty-three-today-power-went-out.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/2287487710391481183'/><link rel='self' 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Lavigne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Sweet Escape- Gwen Stefani&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Umbrella- The Hit Crew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Show- Lenka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shawty Get Loose- Lil Mama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disturbia- Rihanna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We Ride- Rihanna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take a Bow- Rihanna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are goodbye- Holly Conlan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't find the words- Karina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bleeding love- Leona Lewis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pocketful of sunshine- Natasha Bedingfeild&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madly- Tristan Prettyman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-4507869223499232435?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/4507869223499232435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-fav.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/4507869223499232435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/4507869223499232435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-fav.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-6398693885247814741</id><published>2009-07-26T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T19:53:59.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAY TWENTY TWO&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well yesterday or today I forget papa made me scrambled tofu with veggie sausages.  Also last night he made pizza for CK and I.  CK and I went to Liana's house and we went to the Asian mall, which was a pretty cultural experiance.  So yeah today was ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-6398693885247814741?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/6398693885247814741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-twenty-two-well-yesterday-or-today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/6398693885247814741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/6398693885247814741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-twenty-two-well-yesterday-or-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-6837519250180592948</id><published>2009-07-26T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T02:27:27.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAY TWENTY ONE&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i forgot to write this post earlier and i jut woke up now at 2.  we dropped off our laundry and dropped sky off at the airport, im now on season 5 of re-watching friends.  the fog is really heavy outside my window&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-6837519250180592948?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/6837519250180592948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-twenty-one-i-forgot-to-write-this.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/6837519250180592948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/6837519250180592948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-twenty-one-i-forgot-to-write-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-8452648601220204934</id><published>2009-07-24T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T21:10:45.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAY TWENTY&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I listened to music on my computer outside and simultaniously stretched/yogaed for 45 min.  Then I walked/jogged/ran/stumbled around the inner circle 5 times (each inner circle is about a 6th of a mile) and then I ran all the way around the outer circle, which is about a 5th of a mile.  Other then that I didn't leave the house.  Now I'm re-watching Friends and after starting at the beginning I'm now on season 4.  I also took a shower and then sat in a tub full of water and I feel really clean.  Earier I soaked my feet in scented water for half an hour and then another half hour in plain water.  I also soaked my hands in plain water for half and hour.  So yeah that was my day.  You guys shud seriously tell me about yours when you comment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-8452648601220204934?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/8452648601220204934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-twenty-today-i-listened-to-music-on.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/8452648601220204934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/8452648601220204934'/><link 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-6409579339836627304?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/6409579339836627304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-nineteen-today-we-went-to-zoo-with.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/6409579339836627304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/6409579339836627304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-nineteen-today-we-went-to-zoo-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-3781356361475326978</id><published>2009-07-22T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:19:20.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAY EIGHTEEN&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad picked up CK and I up from Liana's.  Then we went to Trader Joe's and got food.  Then I started reading about the Manhattan Beach Middle School and I am officially freaked out about it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after publishing this post, my father told me to get ready to go somewhere and I forgot about this but we just picked up my half brother!   yay!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-3781356361475326978?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/3781356361475326978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-eighteen-my-dad-picked-up-ck-and-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/3781356361475326978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/3781356361475326978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-eighteen-my-dad-picked-up-ck-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-3288885957098299894</id><published>2009-07-21T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:34:50.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAY SEVENTEEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the first part of the day sitting on my bed and watching youtube, then liana picked me up at 4:00.  we went driving to Santa Rosa, and we got lanyard stuff at walmart.  now i know how to do the box thing!  then we met up with Edie (the one Anya knows) and had pizza, then went to the icerink for about 45 min.  after that liana took us to her house where we are right now and shes too tired to drive me home so im sleeping over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-3288885957098299894?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/3288885957098299894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-seventeen-i-spent-first-part-of-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/3288885957098299894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/3288885957098299894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-seventeen-i-spent-first-part-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-6563582987052674844</id><published>2009-07-20T21:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:22:24.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAY SIXTEEN&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;liana picked me up a little after twelve (Crystal had spent the night at her house) and took us to San Francisco.  We went to the park, and then to a really cool art supply store called FLAX, and then we went to Whole Foods for food, and then we drove throught the Oakland China Town.  After that we went to Liana's house and painted  a tea set and I brushed Nai'a's toy's hair.  it was fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-6563582987052674844?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/6563582987052674844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-sixteen-liana-picked-me-up-little.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/6563582987052674844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/6563582987052674844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-sixteen-liana-picked-me-up-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-6489578257114108438</id><published>2009-07-19T23:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T23:15:14.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAY FIFTEEN&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today Liana took Crystal, Nai'a and me to the Santa Cruz Boardwalk.  It was REALLY FUN, and I'm super tired cause I got back home 15 min. ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-6489578257114108438?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/6489578257114108438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-fifteen-today-liana-took-crystal.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/6489578257114108438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/6489578257114108438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-fifteen-today-liana-took-crystal.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-3016244265014027159</id><published>2009-07-19T10:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T10:43:08.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Surprisingly my fav. genre of music is pop.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But not all my songs r pop, just most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can u guess my 14 favorite songs?  I'll tell you the artists for them: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; Avril Lavigne&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Gwen Stefani&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Hit crew&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lenka&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lil Mama&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rihanna&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ashlee Simpson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Holly Conlan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Karina&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leona Lewis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Natasha Bendingfeild                                                                                                                           and &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tristan Prettyman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-3016244265014027159?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/3016244265014027159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/surprisingly-my-fav.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/3016244265014027159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/3016244265014027159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/surprisingly-my-fav.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-1265479684398082</id><published>2009-07-18T19:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T19:51:59.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have 27 teeth, 13 on top and 14 on the bottum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-1265479684398082?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/1265479684398082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-27-teeth-13-on-top-and-14-on.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/1265479684398082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/1265479684398082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-27-teeth-13-on-top-and-14-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-7922706449520276188</id><published>2009-07-18T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T17:05:15.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NO DAY-TRIP SCHEDULE:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6-7 AM: wake up, dress, brush teeth, breakfast (cereal, glass of milk, 0.5 cups fruit)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7-9 AM: 5 laps around coldusac&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9-10 AM: 50 sit-ups&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11-11:30 AM:  Backyard walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12 noon: Lunch (veggie meat, lemonade, mini veggie pizza)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1-1:30 PM:  sit-and-reach, 30 seconds each leg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2-2:30 P.M.: Backyard walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3-4 PM: stretch, Nadias, stairway stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5-6 PM:  Dinner (veggie meat, pita bread, glass of milk, beans)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6-7 PM:  shower, brush teeth, PJ's, chill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:30 PM: Go to sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-7922706449520276188?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/7922706449520276188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-day-trip-schedule-6-7-amwake-up.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/7922706449520276188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/7922706449520276188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-day-trip-schedule-6-7-amwake-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-1771730557081244681</id><published>2009-07-18T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T16:55:48.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well behind my house, there is a small backyard with wood chips and some plants.  That goes to about 8 feet behind the house, and then there is a wire fence.  The fence is about 4 1/2  feet tall, easy to climb over but uncomfortable.  Then for about 15 feet there is a patch of mowed and dry hay grass stuff that's dead.  Then there's another fence, with nature for about half a mile and then the road.  Anyway today i climbed over the first fence, and there was a storm drain.  I following it until it stopped (about 15 ft) and then I walked another 20 ft along the fence and another storm drain was there.  Anyway I kept following it, with dry nature and a steep hill on one side, and a fence and tall houses on the other.  Anyway it was really pretty at this one place and there was this stone wall that was built to keep the dirt that held the houses up.  At one point I couldn't see it, and as I walked over/next to it, a large buck jumped from underneath and pranced away.  It was cool.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK well the walk along the gutter is about 3/4 of a mile long total.  I went on it twice, so that's about 1 1/2 miles.  Then I ran around the coldusac 5 times, which, total, is about 3/4 of a mile.  So today I ran/walked about 3 miles.  Plus I did 50 sit-ups, drank one glass of milk, and did twelve Nadias.  (video of Nadias to come)  I have decided that by my senior year at prom I will be skinny (but trust me not anorexic or bulemic.  So far I have been chomping on food all day)  So any day at my dad's house where I don't have any plans to go somewhere, I have a new schedule.  (next entry above)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-1771730557081244681?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/1771730557081244681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-behind-my-house-there-is-small.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/1771730557081244681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/1771730557081244681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-behind-my-house-there-is-small.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-2239468957249244851</id><published>2009-07-18T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T04:39:26.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>    Well I had my first bad dream, it woke me up cause I was so freaked out and I had goosbumps and was shivering and I could feel adrenaline ebbing away. now I have the lamp on and im going not going back to sleep.  I'm afraid of my own mind.  here's the dream:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    there were some normal things in the dream at first that i dont remember.  i remembered that i felt uncomfortable and unhappy, however.  alsi I was emAiling mr babiar, my teacher, to get new homework for summer.  the bad dream goes as such:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    I was napping in a house.  the house looked like my new one in LA but it was on a steep hill like my dad's and was 2 stories. (with  kinda 3rd story cause the hill was steep.  anyway someone became unconcious so everyone who was with me rushed her to the hosptital.  then I was barely awake and i noticed that the jacket in the other room i could see through the window was being pulled away.  we hah had other stuff taken before, and this jacket was expensive.  anyway I ran outside and looked down the stairs that led to my backyard with a pool.  I caught a glimpse of a filthy, crippled guy running away with the jacket, and remember I had just woken up, I started yelling hoarsly, "I see you!  I can tell the police!!!"  and then I tried screaming but I couldn't so I bent over and took some of my NE t-shirt and used it like I did at the camping trip to fake scream.  and then he turned around and ran up the stairs at me, so I jumped on and then off his back, and u cud tell he was crazy and was going to hurt me, and he had this filthy cat I remember that had Rabies or something and it just stood at the bottom of the stairs next to the gate, swaying and stumbling around while drooling and it was black. but the mean guy was caucasion and it looked like he was old.  anyway after i jumped on him he fell all the way down 3 stories in stairs and then he came back up, and ran at me.  I was so freaked out that I woke up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    it might not sound that scary but it is to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-2239468957249244851?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/2239468957249244851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-i-had-my-first-bad-dream-it-woke.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/2239468957249244851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/2239468957249244851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-i-had-my-first-bad-dream-it-woke.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-4697773085441710303</id><published>2009-07-17T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T20:22:09.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/SmE_hNjYaNI/AAAAAAAAATc/wKSNlOCGIV0/s1600-h/IMG_1011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/SmE_hNjYaNI/AAAAAAAAATc/wKSNlOCGIV0/s320/IMG_1011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359634871353895122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well sometimes when im lying on the floor in my bedroom I hear this weird crunching noise and I've always been a bit freaked out about it.  But just now it was pretty loud so I looked outside and-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there were three deer!  two adults, one about 20 feet ahead of the other, a fawn that had spots, and then about three feet behind it another adult deer.  they were about 30 ft from my window, and a grabbed a couple pics.  this one is just one and it shows the last two in line.  u kinda hafta look carefully&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-4697773085441710303?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/4697773085441710303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-my-god-well-sometimes-when-im-lying.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/4697773085441710303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/4697773085441710303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-my-god-well-sometimes-when-im-lying.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/SmE_hNjYaNI/AAAAAAAAATc/wKSNlOCGIV0/s72-c/IMG_1011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-6166526260503513575</id><published>2009-07-17T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T19:00:48.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAY THIRTEEN&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16 days to go, almost halfway!  There's this circle that my dad lives in, its really steep and really big, like KTSG's only like 15 times bigger with houses in the middle, and it takes about 5 minutes to run/walk  around it.  So if I do that 6-10 times a day, I'll get enough excercise to not gain fatness more than I already have.  It kinda started to scare me when I relized I was light headed and 1/10 fainted every time I stood up after lying down.  Also my heart would beat really fast and I would be out of breath after going up 1 1/2 flights of stairs.  So this shud keep my body somewhat happy.  The only thing is I walk up the shorter uphill part (It's not a perfect circle or oval) and I run down the steeper, longer part.  That's why it doesn't take that long.  Anyway the neighborhood is ALIVE.  When I was runlking (running/walking) this last time, I saw about... 5 adults, and the time before I saw 3 to 4 kids.  :)  Also I took my dad to a store he hates (GASP!  IT'S TARDOR JOES!) And we got most of the stuff on the list.  If he had gone to whole foods, he admitted this, he would have paid about 30 or 40 dollars more.  Anyhow I was physced to have a full fridg, until I organized it so everything fit and realized we had extra space.  Watev.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-6166526260503513575?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/6166526260503513575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-thirteen-16-days-to-go-almost.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/6166526260503513575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-734001263214544793?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/734001263214544793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-twelve-i-only-got-out-of-my-pjs-to.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/734001263214544793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/734001263214544793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-twelve-i-only-got-out-of-my-pjs-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-8299158716313948084</id><published>2009-07-16T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T07:37:47.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RIDDLE ANSWER SORRY I DIDN'T GIVE IT EARLIER:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well the question was "What is wrong with this riddle"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anya was technically right sinc she caught a grammatical error, but that wasn't really what I was looking for.  When I break down the riddle, it's this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have closed walls on four sides of you, so four walls.  They are very high, so you can't climb out.  (that last sentence is irrelevant just to throw you off)  When you stand in the middle of the square, there is exactly one foot of space on all sides of you separating you from the walls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Problem is that if you had one foot on all sides of you, you would be in a circle, not a square.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-8299158716313948084?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/8299158716313948084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/riddle-answer-sorry-i-didnt-give-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/8299158716313948084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/8299158716313948084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/riddle-answer-sorry-i-didnt-give-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-7253020313856468705</id><published>2009-07-16T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T07:25:15.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day Twelve DREAM&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ONLY REMEMBER FLASHES OF IT BUT HERE THEY ARE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;same room as a previous dream where I took a weird test by Mrs. Kaplan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lying on a table bcause I won a contest and didnt hve to take the exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A bad picture of the water cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A large building, looking down, with hundreds of students partying for Halloween.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; The Thurston field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mr. Selin's classroom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mrs. Bonnevile/Kaplan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A water person who had an invisible wife&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eggs that were colored but had more waterpeople in them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paint goo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Digimon from season 5 (only one of them)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mean people who were seniors at the school and cud turn into light energy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was a VERY bizarre dream&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/698638216850490674-7253020313856468705?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/7253020313856468705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-twelve-dream-i-only-remember.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/7253020313856468705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/7253020313856468705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-twelve-dream-i-only-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-4295122242733135316</id><published>2009-07-16T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T07:18:59.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAY Eleven&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was gonna go to the zoo but then CK was too tired from her 3rd sleepover in a row so i didnt do anything.  I forgot to write a post on the right day but yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-4295122242733135316?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/4295122242733135316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-fifteen-i-was-gonna-go-to-zoo-but.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/4295122242733135316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/4295122242733135316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-fifteen-i-was-gonna-go-to-zoo-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-1173090688848890256</id><published>2009-07-14T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T07:29:03.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAY TEN DREAM&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its pretty hard to describe a dream, and this one had a few settings.  here they are in order:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Cozumel Circle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. my new house/old house/mr. nelson's classroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. roller coaster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. cattle yard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I KNOW it was about like a rotation with kids from ktsg's class, i think it was science.  but like Danny Q and the guy i liked were there so idk.  it was this summer school thing and before it I was packing but then mom had to go to place 2 because she was a massuse for the rotation.  after that i went to the amusement park for rotation and ive hd this dream before where im on a really high rollercoaster that is over the exit of the park and the park was closing while i was on it so to save time i jumped off the rollercoaster (in the dream I had a watch and it took 12 min. to reach the ground) anyway then i went over with everyone to selins rotaton at place 4.  it was snowy there and i didint have to play by the rules cause i technicaly wasnt in summer camp.  anyway the first day you had a gun and you had to find two bullets and then shoot them in the air (I did this wth Anya) and the second day it was a snowball fight.  Oh yeah the bullets were hidden in the shed.  anyway in the dream i wondered if i still liked that guy that i liked and i saw him and i do.  so it was a really weird dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Also before I went to sleep, I closed my eyes and saw this really weird scene.  It was like a snapshot of me from when I was like 15.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was sitting on a bench on a porch.  There was a shady thing that was wooden and built in over me, and a screen door and then real door behind me.  I had gasses, a white T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers on.  my hair was solid brown and was in an almost fountain on my head with my hair longer than it is now.  My hands were together in my lap and I was looking down and I had bangs.  Behind me were dry plants and some trees that were healthy.  I was a bit skinnier than I am now.  But the weirdest thing was I KNEW that this whole picture was from a guy looking at me, and he was like my age only a little older.  it was really weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/698638216850490674-1173090688848890256?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/1173090688848890256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-ten-dream-its-pretty-hard-to.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/1173090688848890256'/><link 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ck at liana's for sleepover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-2656111872359556397?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/2656111872359556397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-nine-ok-six-seasons-of-friends.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/2656111872359556397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/2656111872359556397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-nine-ok-six-seasons-of-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-5945466821025035893</id><published>2009-07-13T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T13:21:06.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my god I am so bored I have watched 5 seasons of friends and I havent moved for a few days so if u ever see me again I will be really fat and pimply since i havent been washing my face and I get t00thaches in all my molars so i will hav braces and I am BORED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-5945466821025035893?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/5945466821025035893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-my-god-i-am-so-bored-i-have-watched.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/5945466821025035893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/5945466821025035893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-my-god-i-am-so-bored-i-have-watched.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-4151328020905478512</id><published>2009-07-12T17:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T17:45:38.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt"&gt;OK Wlel for this ertny cmoenmt aobut wtheher or not you can raed waht tihs syas.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s lkie taht Cbmadirgde tinhg.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Wingdings;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&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/698638216850490674-4151328020905478512?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/4151328020905478512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/ok-wlel-for-this-ertny-cmoenmt-aobut.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/4151328020905478512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/4151328020905478512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/ok-wlel-for-this-ertny-cmoenmt-aobut.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-4065697262400640581</id><published>2009-07-12T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T19:47:32.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day Eight&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well I forgot to write a post yesterday until I looked at the time and saw it was 11:55 so I quickly wrote a short one because I have this thing where I have to write a post EVERY DAY.  Anyway in exchange for CK and I helping her out with cleaning, she gave us some stuff she didn't want.  (But this stuff wasn't crap, this stuff was COOL!)  Well anyway I didn't really want a bunch of stuff so I declined more stuff than CK, I got:  A $2 American bill, part of a petrified tree, some Moldavite rock (That's kind that was formed with the chemical reaction of a mediorite and the Earth) and a flashlight.  Liana's house was a mess but that wasn't because she was messy.  She moved from a 3,000 sq. foot house into an 800 sq. foot house, and right after she move, she became incredibly ill.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-4065697262400640581?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/4065697262400640581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-eight-well-i-forgot-to-write-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/4065697262400640581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/4065697262400640581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-eight-well-i-forgot-to-write-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-6815820401747015638</id><published>2009-07-11T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T23:58:06.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day Seven&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well Anya knows edie from Mendocino, and Edie's best friend Liana inited us for breakfast.  then we found out she needed some help organizing her house so CK and I spent the whole day helping.  Also I hav a toothache in my bottom right mollar and yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-6815820401747015638?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/6815820401747015638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-seven-well-anya-knows-edie-from.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/6815820401747015638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/6815820401747015638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-seven-well-anya-knows-edie-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-2294901467925588577</id><published>2009-07-10T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:14:36.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day Six&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well i havent even been here a week and i have already watched 3 seasons of Friends and spent 40 dollars on itunes.  Also i hav managed to buy toilet paper from CVS by the time im 13!  Well today I got some food at the store.  Also i didn't get out of bed until 12:30 because i was watching a TV show and then had to go pee really bad and then i cudnt find any food.  well i hav 20 more dollars to spend on itunes, shud i use it instead to buy a used 7th grade mathbook instead?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Brooke, the exaspereated... person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-2294901467925588577?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/2294901467925588577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-six-well-i-havent-even-been-here.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/2294901467925588577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/2294901467925588577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-six-well-i-havent-even-been-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-6386254460759721076</id><published>2009-07-09T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T23:25:42.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day Five&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well I almost forgot to write a post.  today I went to town and bought candy and toilet paper before my father whisked me away because of a business meeting.  then i spent the rest of the day watching Friends on youtube.  Now I bought episode 9 on Itunes and two songs.  (The reason i didint get ten was because the  whole season was already on youtube)  You know in season one Jennefer Aniston looked like that girl (I forgot her name) in Desperate Housewives who Mike dated and then moved in with, not Susan, that other lady who was Susan's friend and killed her ex husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-6386254460759721076?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/6386254460759721076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-five-well-i-almost-forgot-to-write.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/6386254460759721076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/6386254460759721076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-five-well-i-almost-forgot-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-2229094964304828266</id><published>2009-07-08T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T12:18:49.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAY FOUR&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well when Crystal and my father went on a walk I walked over to the Anthony Chabot's Equestrian something.  (a horse place) Anyway I was just walking around looking at the horses and petting them a bit and then this nice lady named Betsie said Hi and would I like to feed a horse some carrots?  And then I said yes.  So she let me feed a horse named Boss and also later she let me brush him even though I was wearing flip-flops which are against the rules.  She was very nice.  Oh and also she was leading a group of little kids who were at a camp there but I wasn't so she was even nicer.  Now I'm trying to contact a friend of my mom's, named Wendy, who has a horse ranch and see if we can get together.  (Oh also the place I went to today had abouut 60 horses.  SIXTY!)  Also later today I might get some food.  And the plants that are in my room are also leaving which means I can sleep at night without a really bright light next to me.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-2229094964304828266?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/2229094964304828266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-four-well-when-crystal-and-my.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/2229094964304828266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/2229094964304828266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-four-well-when-crystal-and-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-3074600384886327461</id><published>2009-07-07T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T12:11:24.331-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blah blah and blah'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Day Three Approx. 80 hrs. after arriving:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't do anything today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-3074600384886327461?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/3074600384886327461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmnmmmmmmmmm.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/3074600384886327461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/3074600384886327461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmnmmmmmmmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-7881201240119899448</id><published>2009-07-07T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T07:39:35.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Riddle:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div class="im" style="color: rgb(80, 0, 80); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;surrounded you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; "&gt;trapped within a square.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; "&gt;walls too tall to climb about,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; "&gt;singular foot surrounds all sides within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/698638216850490674-7881201240119899448?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/7881201240119899448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-three-approx.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/7881201240119899448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/7881201240119899448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-three-approx.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-9141425145337263628</id><published>2009-07-06T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:48:08.661-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal Blab'/><title type='text'>Day Two approx. 30 hours after arriving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ell I went on a 3 mile walk which was gorgeous and beautiful just not with my dad bragging and being annoying.  Then I got back and ate a bunch of junk food which is against hi divine rules, and then I took a short nap which is also against his rules.  Then he took us to the bank with him and bragged some more and then while he was doing boring stuff he let Crystal and I go to the store.  There I bought a bunch of candy and have eaten all of it (Both against his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;holy rules.)   Then I went to Subway and bought myself a sandwich but I didn't buy him one.  Then I bought some frozen food when he dropped me off at a sketchy grocery store while he payed $15 to get his laundry done.  I was then reimbursed.  After that we went to LONGS/CVS and bought ammonia, alcolhol, gloves, and a spray bottle and flashlight.  My father says that in two weeks he wants us to go camping with him in the Sierra Nevadas, at a campsite I went to with Mom, my father, and Crystal when I was about 4.  I have my doubts about this actually happening, however.  (P.S. in the video I outsmarted my dad but that happened before.  When we left the airport with him, this conversation occurred:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5a8d59c4680e1bf5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;microwave, in the singular.  Since you have two then you obviously have one, and the second is irrelevant to the question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: Oh all right I'll give you that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/698638216850490674-9141425145337263628?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5a8d59c4680e1bf5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/9141425145337263628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/monday-june-6th-approx-17-hours-after.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/9141425145337263628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/9141425145337263628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/monday-june-6th-approx-17-hours-after.html' title='Day Two approx. 30 hours after arriving'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-6830123224657566760</id><published>2009-07-05T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T12:57:54.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One, 20 min. After arriving at house</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;I'm trying to look on the bright side, but there is none.  Everytime I think of my bedroom my eyes get teary.  Papa has his plants growing in the bedrooms, so we have to sleep in the extremely unprivate living room on the couch and the chairs, and we have to share his bathroom.  But when I poked my head down here out of curiosity I saw that the room I slept in last time only has one tray of baby plants and a light that never goes off.  So I'm sleeping here. The bathroom just has a garbage can and hose in the shower, which I have to move out and back in when I take one.  But that means I can have my own shower and bathroom.  This reminds me of Seachelt when you colonized three of the bedrooms for plants and made Crystal and I sleep in the living room.  But that wasn't so bad because the house was big.  Also he's going to go through our bags and remove every scrap of candy.  PLEASE LET ME GO HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;(e-mail sent to Michele Kubby.  Arrived at house 12:40 P.M.  On plane met girl, age 14, flying alone, going to medical camp at Berkely named Lily.)&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/698638216850490674-6830123224657566760?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/6830123224657566760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-one-20-min-after-arriving-at-house.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/6830123224657566760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/6830123224657566760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-one-20-min-after-arriving-at-house.html' title='Day One, 20 min. After arriving at house'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-698638216850490674.post-5860192275799853037</id><published>2009-07-05T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T12:55:48.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Online Journal</title><content type='html'>well since I forgot paper I'm just going to have a journal on here about my stay at my father's house.  The first entry is an email I sent to my mom, but it's good enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/698638216850490674-5860192275799853037?l=brooke628.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/feeds/5860192275799853037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-online-journal.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/5860192275799853037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/698638216850490674/posts/default/5860192275799853037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooke628.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-online-journal.html' title='My Online Journal'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
