<?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-10517489</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:09:59.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlotte's Web</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkhockeygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517489/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkhockeygirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Charmander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03240125527556490555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.geocities.com/x00samx/charlotte.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517489.post-111151708495115067</id><published>2005-03-22T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T10:44:44.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food</title><content type='html'>Ever feel like you already ate so much food, but there's still more to be had because nothing has registered in your stomach that you actually ate something? thats the way i have been feeling lately. theres never enough food, and its always unhealthy stuff if it is. i guess it doesnt help having a skinny roommate thinking that shes getting fat. but all that food she eats needs to catch up to her eventually. that annoys me. the food i ate in 7th grade found my hips in 8th and havent left since. catch up already! but still, shes a good kid at heart. i just wish my big mac box, granola bar wrapper, yogurt thing, box of cereal, and empty bag that used to contain strawberries would leave my sight so i wouldnt feel guilty eating even more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517489-111151708495115067?l=pinkhockeygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkhockeygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111151708495115067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517489&amp;postID=111151708495115067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517489/posts/default/111151708495115067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517489/posts/default/111151708495115067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkhockeygirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/food.html' title='Food'/><author><name>Charmander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03240125527556490555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.geocities.com/x00samx/charlotte.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517489.post-111108543008204928</id><published>2005-03-17T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T10:50:30.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREEDOM</title><content type='html'>everyone on the byu campus will be free of their sorrows in 36 days. that is, whoever takes a final on the last day you can take them. isnt that amazing? 36 days. freedom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and! matthew is going to come out here and help me drive home to the dirty. how exciting! i cant believe ill be able to hug my mom in just a little over a month. i miss her and her good cooking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides, knuck if you buck. honestly. just do it. and ill be able to go to a new house too! mi padres are moving! but, only like a minute down the road and across the street. whoa! so excited! what a wonderful life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREEDOM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517489-111108543008204928?l=pinkhockeygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkhockeygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111108543008204928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517489&amp;postID=111108543008204928' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517489/posts/default/111108543008204928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517489/posts/default/111108543008204928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkhockeygirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/freedom.html' title='FREEDOM'/><author><name>Charmander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03240125527556490555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.geocities.com/x00samx/charlotte.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517489.post-111091928380872422</id><published>2005-03-15T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T12:41:23.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting...</title><content type='html'>so im stuck inside the library. i cant come out. i shouldnt come out. just 5 pages. i can do it. then why have i been starting at a screen with 1 1/2 pages for the past 10 minutes? argh. maybe i should start things early. just maybe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517489-111091928380872422?l=pinkhockeygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkhockeygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111091928380872422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517489&amp;postID=111091928380872422' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517489/posts/default/111091928380872422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517489/posts/default/111091928380872422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkhockeygirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/waiting.html' title='waiting...'/><author><name>Charmander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03240125527556490555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.geocities.com/x00samx/charlotte.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517489.post-111026346433777928</id><published>2005-03-07T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T22:31:04.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my life</title><content type='html'>i honestly love my life. no matter how many times i reiterate the fact that i hate it, i really really dont. how many people do i have that care about me? how many people do i care about? definately way too many to even think about counting. almost like the sands of the sea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im happy. truely i am. i dont know what direction im going, whats going to take me there, or if even someone will be with me...but i know who i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517489-111026346433777928?l=pinkhockeygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkhockeygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111026346433777928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517489&amp;postID=111026346433777928' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517489/posts/default/111026346433777928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517489/posts/default/111026346433777928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkhockeygirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-life.html' title='my life'/><author><name>Charmander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03240125527556490555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.geocities.com/x00samx/charlotte.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517489.post-110996392095755848</id><published>2005-03-04T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T11:18:40.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bio</title><content type='html'>Charlotte Carter is currently a New Yorker and works as a freelance editor and proofreader. She has lived in France, North Africa, Canada, and Chicago and has a lifelong love for mystery fiction. She presently lives in New York. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty sweet life i live, eh? make sure you buy one of my novels...http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/search-handle-form/103-7909665-5883813&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517489-110996392095755848?l=pinkhockeygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkhockeygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110996392095755848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517489&amp;postID=110996392095755848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517489/posts/default/110996392095755848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517489/posts/default/110996392095755848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkhockeygirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-bio.html' title='My Bio'/><author><name>Charmander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03240125527556490555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.geocities.com/x00samx/charlotte.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517489.post-110953267098072156</id><published>2005-02-27T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T11:35:55.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Garth Brook's "Till the River Runs Dry"</title><content type='html'>Country singers, sometimes they have the greatest insight. after reading liz's blog, i want to jump. jump long and jump hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'll never reach my destination if i never try, so i will sail my vessel, til the river runs dry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where am i gonna get by sitting on my butt and waiting for life to come and find me? its not going to. maybe a few things here and there by chance-but nothing too fun and thrilling. i want to love. love to hard and so deep that it makes me want to cry. i want to feel the arms of someone who cares and desires to make me happy as i strive to give him the love the he deserves back. i want to cry and know that he is the one. i want to be the woman that i should be and stand out in a crowd in all the jumble of the world. i want to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe thats the reason im into this whole dating thing. im ready to lose myself, but im not. im ready to feel something different for a change, or am i? even if im not, timing will play into it. im ready. let me fall, free fall after jumping off the biggest cliff of my life. i can do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517489-110953267098072156?l=pinkhockeygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkhockeygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110953267098072156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517489&amp;postID=110953267098072156' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517489/posts/default/110953267098072156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517489/posts/default/110953267098072156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkhockeygirl.blogspot.com/2005/02/garth-brooks-till-river-runs-dry.html' title='Garth Brook&apos;s &quot;Till the River Runs Dry&quot;'/><author><name>Charmander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03240125527556490555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.geocities.com/x00samx/charlotte.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517489.post-110921021636075274</id><published>2005-02-23T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T17:56:56.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>friendship</title><content type='html'>in thinking about this, how do i get along with certain people? why can i talk to some, and not even want to express any emotion to others? why can girls understand some things, while mothers seem to be the only ones in the world to know the complete depth of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is it that makes me feel attatched to others and some i have just a small chemistry with? why does it happen the way it does?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stinkin questions. but i still love life because im finding deeper meaning everyday. i love my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517489-110921021636075274?l=pinkhockeygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkhockeygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110921021636075274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517489&amp;postID=110921021636075274' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517489/posts/default/110921021636075274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517489/posts/default/110921021636075274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkhockeygirl.blogspot.com/2005/02/friendship.html' title='friendship'/><author><name>Charmander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03240125527556490555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.geocities.com/x00samx/charlotte.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517489.post-110875131153679881</id><published>2005-02-18T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T16:16:41.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November</title><content type='html'>Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. &lt;del&gt;Sharp &lt;/del&gt;thinking. Fine and strong &lt;del&gt;clairvoyance &lt;/del&gt;. Can become good &lt;del&gt;doctors &lt;/del&gt;. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig &lt;del&gt;secrets &lt;/del&gt;. Always thinking. &lt;del&gt;Less &lt;/del&gt;talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be &lt;del&gt;alone &lt;/del&gt;. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. &lt;del&gt;Does not &lt;/del&gt;appreciates praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. &lt;del&gt; Homely &lt;/del&gt;. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. &lt;del&gt; Not &lt;/del&gt;able to control emotions. Unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im pretty sure this describes me now. maybe you would determine otherwise?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517489-110875131153679881?l=pinkhockeygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkhockeygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110875131153679881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517489&amp;postID=110875131153679881' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517489/posts/default/110875131153679881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517489/posts/default/110875131153679881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkhockeygirl.blogspot.com/2005/02/november.html' title='November'/><author><name>Charmander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03240125527556490555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.geocities.com/x00samx/charlotte.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517489.post-110842738890351474</id><published>2005-02-14T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T16:29:48.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in response to a comment that says, and i quote, "racist". here is why i hate february.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only does it contain single awareness day, but it also devotes an entire month to the blacks. being from georgia, there is no contest that i love blacks way more than these utah folk we see out here. BUT why is it black history month? not african american history month? i thought we were supposed to be all sophisticated and anti-derogatory statements, and here we are having a whole month for blacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what about asians? and the british for crying out loud! they did a lot of stuff. why cant we just love eachother all year round instead of devoting a day to make sure you get some loving and a whole month to historical facts. stupidity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517489-110842738890351474?l=pinkhockeygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkhockeygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110842738890351474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517489&amp;postID=110842738890351474' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517489/posts/default/110842738890351474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517489/posts/default/110842738890351474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkhockeygirl.blogspot.com/2005/02/in-response-to-comment-that-says-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03240125527556490555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.geocities.com/x00samx/charlotte.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517489.post-110834819623304576</id><published>2005-02-13T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T18:29:56.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandlot</title><content type='html'>watching this movie, i wonder why life isnt always like this. seriously. the part where they go back and forth with the other team shouting out insults until the boys agree to play this sophisticated team. and with the deepest insult of, "you throw like a girl!" truely cuts him to the core. oooo! fine! your place at noon...be there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with the biggest pickle of their life being smalls losing his step dads signed baseball. what i wouldnt do for that to be the most trouble ive ever gotten into and such as that. basically i wish that i was living in the 80's and playing baseball for my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the point of all this...there really isnt one to be written because it is all in my head. what am i doing with my life? why do i talk to the people and care about those that i care about? how do people make the cut? obviously im not letting the answers to those questions out, but on this weekend of lover's bliss...black history month blows chunks (lightly putting it).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517489-110834819623304576?l=pinkhockeygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkhockeygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110834819623304576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517489&amp;postID=110834819623304576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517489/posts/default/110834819623304576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517489/posts/default/110834819623304576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkhockeygirl.blogspot.com/2005/02/sandlot.html' title='Sandlot'/><author><name>Charmander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03240125527556490555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.geocities.com/x00samx/charlotte.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517489.post-110807078526648945</id><published>2005-02-10T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T13:26:25.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;even if wednesday was one of the longest days ever, it was definately most satisfying. 4 hours of work, 4 hours of class, study even MORE and take a test. AND PASS!!! i am just freakin excited about that part. i finally figured out a way for success to actually happen, what a great feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;okay, after the passing was the bonding part in going to open mic night with liz and sam, later to be joined by amy. just the atmosphere was great. i had to take time for myself, even though i seem to be doing too much of that lately...oops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;speaking of music (or completely switching topics), im playin hoku right now-you remember, that great disney star who sang about 'dumb blondes' and meeting a boy at el torasco's. good times. basically shes my hero right now, next to people who wake up before i do and my mom. aww! my mom! ive realized that i call her at least once a day, maybe more. im a mommy's girl. maybe a daddy's girl, but he doesnt seem to really want to talk to me so much. oh well. still love em both. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;good rambling. wish i had something important. mainly that satisfying days deserve a satisfying weekend in logan. heck yes! i cant wait....!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517489-110807078526648945?l=pinkhockeygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkhockeygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110807078526648945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517489&amp;postID=110807078526648945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517489/posts/default/110807078526648945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517489/posts/default/110807078526648945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkhockeygirl.blogspot.com/2005/02/even-if-wednesday-was-one-of-longest.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03240125527556490555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.geocities.com/x00samx/charlotte.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517489.post-110792775091064276</id><published>2005-02-08T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T21:42:30.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so basically i am just figuring out this whole internet thing. first someone creates me a coke thing (brady), then i got a facebook account (sam) and surprisingly enough liz made me a blog. if you didnt already figure that one out and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this facebook thing is coming along i would like all to know. my whole high school seems to have found me within a few weeks and it amazes me. these are some pretty deep thoughts i have been saying...i think ill lighten the mood....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a little bit of mambo number 5! not really...that was the first song that came into the head. a head full o' songs. dont you wish you were me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough ..., i gotta get back to reading the good book now that sam and i have figured out this blog thing. sweet! peace out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517489-110792775091064276?l=pinkhockeygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkhockeygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110792775091064276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517489&amp;postID=110792775091064276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517489/posts/default/110792775091064276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517489/posts/default/110792775091064276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkhockeygirl.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-basically-i-am-just-figuring-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03240125527556490555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.geocities.com/x00samx/charlotte.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517489.post-110714241896140314</id><published>2005-01-30T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T21:37:44.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is this girl and her name is Liz.  Liz is awesome for many reasons.  How's 'bout I list them here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-she is smart&lt;br /&gt;-and funny&lt;br /&gt;-and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;-and everyone should make her cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517489-110714241896140314?l=pinkhockeygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkhockeygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110714241896140314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517489&amp;postID=110714241896140314' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517489/posts/default/110714241896140314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517489/posts/default/110714241896140314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkhockeygirl.blogspot.com/2005/01/there-is-this-girl-and-her-name-is-liz.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03240125527556490555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.geocities.com/x00samx/charlotte.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
