<?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-945989808147509765</id><updated>2011-07-31T04:07:30.962-07:00</updated><category term='sweet'/><category term='praise'/><category term='summer'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='SuperWoW'/><category term='work'/><category term='beach'/><category term='Lord'/><title type='text'>Happy Moments, Realizations, and Breakdowns</title><subtitle type='html'>Read about my moments! I have a LOT of them! Feel free to help anytime you want</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-3715043822918350336</id><published>2011-03-23T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T18:39:50.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who's back?! Back again!! IT'S ME!</title><content type='html'>Gosh, it's been such a long time since I have been on here! &lt;br /&gt;I really need to update all of my pictures and everything! &lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm in college! Yep, true story. :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, I have decided since my mommy now has one of these blogs, that I should get mine going again and share it with all of my Facebook fans :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have missed doing this. It makes me feel so good to know that, by choice, you clicked this link to read what I have to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all know that I am full of thoughts about everything and this is my free space to post it and not offend a single soul. If you don't like it, don't read it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love! Keep checking on here and I'll be posting a whole lot. I am a busy little person these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get ready for laughs, confusion, and a little look into the life of a girl in college and what it's like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-3715043822918350336?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/3715043822918350336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=3715043822918350336&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/3715043822918350336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/3715043822918350336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2011/03/guess-whos-back-back-again-its-me.html' title='Guess who&apos;s back?! Back again!! IT&apos;S ME!'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-7060113873285727593</id><published>2009-07-09T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T12:43:45.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I've Done</title><content type='html'>It's been a while. I have been having a boring summer since Atlanta really. I had a few trips to the dentist, got my nose pierced, and had a meeting with the new band director. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is boring... &lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize how boring it was until I went to do this post... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. There's nothing else to talk about... &lt;br /&gt;OK, So, I guess I'll talk to you later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic of my nose ring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SlZHoDK3gNI/AAAAAAAAAIU/lswJrXOn6Ng/s1600-h/002+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SlZHoDK3gNI/AAAAAAAAAIU/lswJrXOn6Ng/s320/002+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356547560175010002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SlZINMJ_wzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/QGWs3zxTSxA/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SlZINMJ_wzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/QGWs3zxTSxA/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356548198242435890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-7060113873285727593?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/7060113873285727593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=7060113873285727593&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/7060113873285727593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/7060113873285727593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-ive-done.html' title='Things I&apos;ve Done'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SlZHoDK3gNI/AAAAAAAAAIU/lswJrXOn6Ng/s72-c/002+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-3676741080736071847</id><published>2009-06-21T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T19:09:54.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotlanta Melts My Face!!</title><content type='html'>I am finally home. I have so much to tell you guys about. I got up early last Monday morning and went to my school to take Senior Pictures!!! I will post them up as soon as I get some for you. I will also post pictures from this past week hopefully tomorrow. I have to load them on my computer and all that good stuff. I will give you a day-by-day schedule. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: &lt;br /&gt;I got up and got dressed. Went to McDonald's to get a Southern Style Chicken Biscuit for breakfast. [YUM!] Then I went to school and took my Sen10r pics :) After that I came home and finished putting my bags in our RV. Then we took off for a several hour venture to Atlanta to Stone Mountain :) For those of you who don't know, Stone Mountain is the largest granite mountain in the world. Only 10% of the mountain is expose above the earth's surface. On the Mountain there is a carving of three men. Stonewall Jackson, Robert E. Lee, and Jefferson Davis. To see pictures of the mountain please visit http://www.waymarking.com/waymarks/WMFG5 That is the largest sculpture on a mountain in the whole entire world. It is even bigger than Mt. Rushmore. When we got to Stone Mountain, we set up our camp and ate some supper. After that we went to some of the shops near the mountain, watched Journey to the Center of the Earth in 4D, rode the train around the mountain, and then watched the laser light show. If you have never seen it, I can tell you it is absolutely spectacular! It is complete with fog machines, thousands of lasers, fireworks, and pyrotechnics! After the laser light show we got back to camp around 11:30 and went to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: &lt;br /&gt;We got up extremely early and drove to the Georgia Dome so I could register for American Idol. We stood in line for about 2 and a half hours, which wasn't too bad. It wasn't hot yet. After I was registered and had my tickets and wristbands for American Idol we went back to camp and took a nap. After our nap we hung out around camp, went shopping some more, and did some of the fun things Stone Mountain has to offer. When we were all finished we went back to camp, took showers, and went to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: &lt;br /&gt;We just kinda chilled out for a while before going to get our wristbands from ATL Fest.For those of you who don't know, ATL Fest is the equivalent of Christian Warped Tour. There are three stages that are occupied from 9 AM to about 1 AM the next day with bands, singers, and speakers from all over the world. [Keep in mind there were several other bands besides the ones I mention here. I am only naming the ones I personally saw.] Later that afternoon we went back to ATL Fest to see some of the bands. Brad Fogarty was the awesome emcee of the whole event. Check out his website at www.bradfogarty.com Wednesday night kicked off with Building 429 and the laser light show. Building 429 was absolutely amazing. They were one of my favorites. :) After the concert we went back to camp. We had to get up early Thursday morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: &lt;br /&gt;We got up extremely early and got dressed in order to be at the GA dome by 8 AM. American Idol auditions started then. When we got to the dome we had to wait outside for a few minutes, go through a bag check and throw away our food. We weren't allowed to have anything but one bottle of water per person. Thankfully we got a nice bag checker and he didn't make us throw away everything. We packed lunch :P We did share our food with people around us because prices at the dome were outrageous! They wanted $4.00 for a SMALL!!! cup of coffee. After the camera guys from American Idol got the tapes they wanted from the audience to put on the show, they began auditions. Yes people, popular to contrary belief, there are other rounds before you get to Simon, Paula, Randy, and Kara. This was round one. You had to go up in groups of four at a time and sing for a panel of producers. After waiting for several hours, it was my turn to sing. Unfortunately the producers I got to didn't let anybody at all through to the next round. I wasn't too worried though, because there is always next year. After the producers declined my whole group, I went through, had my wristband cut off and thrown away, and went back to camp to take another nap. LOL. I was full of naps this past week. After our nap we went to the concerts. We saw Remedy Drive, The Afters, Leeland, and Skillet. Skillet was totally my favorite band. Check them out at www.myspace.com/skilletmusic &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: &lt;br /&gt;We slept in! LOL! For the first day, we slept in!!! :) It was awesome. When we got up we hung out around camp for a while. Jerry and I went swimming illegally in Stone Mountain Lake. After that we went to the concerts. We saw KJ-52, Stellar Kart, downhere, Phil Joel, Brandon heath, Live Fish Band, and Kutless. After the shows we went back and went to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: &lt;br /&gt;Sadly, the last day of Atlanta Fest. :( I wasn't ready to leave but I was excited for the concerts!! We saw Tenth Avenue North, Krsitan Stanfill, Natalie Grant, Family Force 5, Paul Young, Hearts of Saints, and Casting Crowns. After the concerts, I bet you can't guess what we did! LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: we woke up and headed home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone else had a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-3676741080736071847?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/3676741080736071847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=3676741080736071847&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/3676741080736071847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/3676741080736071847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2009/06/hotlanta-melts-my-face.html' title='Hotlanta Melts My Face!!'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-6815183052760801001</id><published>2009-06-14T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:01:34.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation's all I ever wanted!</title><content type='html'>LOl! Just kidding. I like that song though, it's pretty catchy.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am leaving Monday morning to go to the big city of Atlanta. We are going to be camping at Stone Mountain for a week. We are going to be there for Atlanta Fest. It is like Christian Woodstock. LOL. I will be viewing concerts of many different artists including Family Force 5, Casting Crowns, and Skillet. There are tons of other people going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I will miss one day of concerts...Thursday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am slightly bummed about that, I am totally excited because on Thursday I will be at the Georgia Dome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Britany, why in the world would you leave Atlanta Fest to go to the Georgia Dome and miss some awesome concerts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you! I am going to audition for Season 9 of American Idol!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D I will keep everybody updated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back next Sunday so don't cry. :) I will miss every single one of my devoted readers. I know you will miss my lovely writings. To keep you entertained I would suggest doing your summer reading assignments for those of you who have them. Don't forget you can always start your paper, too. I know you love me for the reminder. No thank yous are necessary. :)Patrick, I'm talking to you. :D And Carter if you read this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you with no summer assignments, I would recommend finding a good book to read. The City of Ember is now a movie and it is awesome. You should read the book. The book is always better :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post on Sunday. Have a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-6815183052760801001?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/6815183052760801001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=6815183052760801001&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/6815183052760801001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/6815183052760801001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2009/06/vacations-all-i-ever-wanted.html' title='Vacation&apos;s all I ever wanted!'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-3495702219970554607</id><published>2009-06-08T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T18:44:03.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Decisions in High School</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine asked me to write a blog for him about high school and big decisions we make. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a teenager enters high school it is a brand new world. High school comes hand-in-hand with other big life-changing decisions and you should think things through BEFORE you do them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my personal experience you learn all kinds of new things about life in general. You learn about drugs, alcohol, sex, pregnancy, love, and heart-breaks. You make new friends and lose some old ones. The question you should ask yourself is, "are these new friends good for me to be with?" It can save you from trouble in the long run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving is a new experience most teens get to learn about in high school as well. I recommend taking driver's education! You can never be prepared enough for what adventures you will face on the road on any given day! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest thing that I have had trouble with so far is love. Its not that I have had trouble finding it, just keeping it. I have had two serious boyfriends in three years and if I knew then what I know now, I would have done things a little different. Heart-breaks are the worse things to go through in the world. Love bites, love bleeds! Def Leppard was right! It is very strange how you find things out. I had two boyfriends and I recently found out that two guys liked me. One of them, for three-four years, the other for SEVEN! While I did at one point like the seven-year guy, I knew then and I know now that he isn't good for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big decisions are put on your shoulders. Decisions to drive or not. Make the friends or don't. Take the shot of liquor or don't. Smoke the cigarettes/weed or don't. Give in to peer pressure or don't. Whatever you decide, remember that it effects everyone around you! You always have someone who cares about you. Caring comes along with a love between friends, and just like any love, it comes along with worrying about mistakes and problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that everything comes with the possibility that you may regret your actions. Think through them before you do them. Just always remember that even though you may regret something later, you had a good reason for doing it at the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that make sense?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-3495702219970554607?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/3495702219970554607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=3495702219970554607&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/3495702219970554607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/3495702219970554607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-decisions-in-high-school.html' title='Big Decisions in High School'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-4143535579328317543</id><published>2009-06-04T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T17:35:49.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect?</title><content type='html'>Merriam-Webster defines perfect as, "being entirely without fault or defect. flawless. satisfying all requirements. corresponding to an ideal standard or abstract concept. lacking no essential detail"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my world, nothing is perfect and I like it that way, but sometimes I see things or people and I call them perfect, ironically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one instance where I apply the term perfect would be relationships. People who are in love. For example, Katie's perfect man is Carter. I think they will have a long and happy relationship. Amy and Blake are married and they are perfect for each other, the same goes for Brock and Auny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the application of the word perfect, love is perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is, how do you pick someone? How do you know who is perfect? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does perfect have a list of characteristics to compare against? &lt;br /&gt;Does perfect have the same beliefs and ideoligies as you? &lt;br /&gt;Does perfect have to be a man/woman with the same skin color? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many people in this world are too busy trying to find that PERFECT man or woman wo is exactly everything they could ever want and for too many people that includes having the same skin color. Yes, many people do fall in love with someone of their own race. Some people don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said many times before that you can't choose who you fall in love with. If you put measures on who you want to be with, you will never find someone to perfectly fit them. Sure, it can be a very fine line but you will never find an exact match. People are too particular. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a good friend who likes a guy. The guy is black and the girl is white. Her family wouldn't agree with the relationship if they knew about it. At all! They totally disagree with interracial relationships. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand. If their daughter would be happy why couldn't they accept it. The guy is a very nice guy. Its not like he's the town drug-dealer or anything. Then I could understand why they would be mad about it. She hasn't told them yet. She's not even sure it will turn into anything... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally have never really been interested in a guy of another race except Mexican, but that is beside the point. Why can't people just look at others like they are just people. People are just people. They all have feelings, they all have problems, they all experience love! Why can't we all just be happy and share those moments together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as my friend, I think I'm going to just go with the flow and see what happens. I am buckled up and riding the bus to find out where I will go in my life. This may be a pit stop along the way or it may not. All I can do is hold on and find out. If you don't support me, I really don't care. If you care about me whatsoever, you will agree with Katie and support me. Ultimately it is my decision... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda feel like I'm trying to make myself believe it would be ok. I'm done now. I know it is. I am fully prepared to defend myself if the need arises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-4143535579328317543?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/4143535579328317543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=4143535579328317543&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/4143535579328317543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/4143535579328317543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2009/06/perfect.html' title='Perfect?'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-2537358325006545477</id><published>2009-06-02T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T14:01:14.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight's the night the world begins again.</title><content type='html'>I absolutely love the Goo Goo Dolls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know, my music has a way of preaching to me in times of need. LOL. Katie, like you said, we are so much alike its scary. We can't help each other because we can't help ourselves. LOL. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, like I was saying. The Goo Goo Dolls just told me "tonight's the night the world begins again." Yes I know, you are all saying, "but Britany, the world never ended." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to argue, your's may not have, but mine did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone just told me they have something very important to tell me later. They were in a good mood, so that is a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out for more information to come about this. My world may begin again, we'll find out. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-2537358325006545477?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/2537358325006545477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=2537358325006545477&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/2537358325006545477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/2537358325006545477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2009/06/tonights-night-world-begins-again.html' title='Tonight&apos;s the night the world begins again.'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-2043434684159073976</id><published>2009-05-25T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T13:40:33.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally home!</title><content type='html'>Camping at the Okefenokee Wildlife Refuge was...&lt;br /&gt;it was rainy!&lt;br /&gt;there were mosquitos the size of birds!! &lt;br /&gt;there were horseflies and yellowflies the size of bumble bees! &lt;br /&gt;there were alligators, big big alligators. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Sunday it was finally SUNNY!!! So me and my dad and brother went out in the swap in a boat. It was fun. There were alligators everywhere. I did have fun then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand my little Australian friends were not so cool while I was gone. &lt;br /&gt;I come back to read more threatening blogs to and from each other. These kids are like 13-14 and they are talking about self-mutilation and crazy stuff! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do they watch as children? Some strange version of Sesame Street that teaches them the way of self-mutilation for the day instead of a letter of the alphabet?!&lt;br /&gt;There's a show on tv called The Secret Life of the American Teenager. It accurately captures the tendency of teenage girls to be pregnant in high school. It also accuratly shows a few scenes of drug and alcohol abuse... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't my Australian buddies just have those problems instead of the ones they have now? It would be the better of two evils... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they take advice from me and Katie and find some other way to fix their problems. I really worry about them!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-2043434684159073976?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/2043434684159073976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=2043434684159073976&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/2043434684159073976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/2043434684159073976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-home.html' title='Finally home!'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-5727117913500910361</id><published>2009-05-21T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:03:26.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About 3 hours</title><content type='html'>left of school this year! Only two blocks tomorrow and school will officially be out for summer break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 35 hours left until I am officially a senior...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not cry! I WILL NOT CRY!!! &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be a great day and I will not cry. I am going to miss everybody this summer. All of my friends, I will probably see Katie a lot though, so that cheers me up :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to miss all of my friends who are graduating Saturday. Today was their last day at school! I almost cried when I told Shelby goodbye today. I am going to miss her. She made the worst class in the whole entire school awesomely fun! I have enjoyed picking on her blonde moments and hearing about her crazy boy stories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to miss Lindy too. She was like my watcher. She always made sure I was ok and I understood math. She left me her parking spot in the senior will and testament. I will think of her every single day as I park in a different spot in the parking lot. LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who know Lindy understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only about 35 hours, and I WILL NOT CRY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-5727117913500910361?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/5727117913500910361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=5727117913500910361&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/5727117913500910361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/5727117913500910361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2009/05/about-3-hours.html' title='About 3 hours'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-599961768522119602</id><published>2009-05-19T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T18:05:40.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this really about to happen?</title><content type='html'>Senior year? It's coming... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's coming and there's nothing I can do about it. As of Saturday morning I will officially be a senior! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just dawned on me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger I never thought this day would come because it felt like it was taking soo long to get here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise! IT SNUCK UP ON ME! I wish I could have three years back but have the lessons I've learned from life. I would do things different. Just one more chance knowing what I know now and my whole high school career could have been better. It was pretty good so far, but not what I dreamed it would be. There were too many breakdowns and realizations that I didn't want to come to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more year, I'm gonna make the best of it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sera, sera. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-599961768522119602?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/599961768522119602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=599961768522119602&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/599961768522119602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/599961768522119602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-this-really-about-to-happen.html' title='Is this really about to happen?'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-4697850139160714703</id><published>2009-05-18T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T13:34:40.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, for two years now I have had the same English teacher and as far as I was concerned my writing skills were freakin awesome! UNTIL TODAY!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A professor from a college not far from our high school came in today to assess our work and give us tips on how to make it better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tore Katie a new one, made Samantha cry, and Ryan said he doesn't want to go to college anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, this guy was a total jerk. Especially when he said Rob's paper was crap and threw it on the ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm not cut out for college. Especially if he is going to be my professor! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the teacher I will have for English next year isn't qualified enough to help fix our crappy writing. I guess I'm just screwed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-4697850139160714703?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/4697850139160714703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=4697850139160714703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/4697850139160714703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/4697850139160714703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2009/05/gah.html' title='GAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-8731643434692706959</id><published>2009-05-15T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:45:41.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What can I do?</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure what to say right now. &lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are so scrambled up. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do without causing serious problems! &lt;br /&gt;I... &lt;br /&gt;What can I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-8731643434692706959?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/8731643434692706959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=8731643434692706959&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/8731643434692706959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/8731643434692706959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-can-i-do.html' title='What can I do?'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-4596708458681094732</id><published>2009-05-12T14:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:55:43.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH my WOW!</title><content type='html'>Last night was the talent show and I was very tired when it was over so I went to bed when I got home. This blog is about last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so it was the talent show and I was performing. I sang Hurt by Christina Aguilera. I was thinking about the lyrics and what they mean. [here's a link to the lyrics if you don't know the song &lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/hurt-lyrics-christina-aguilera.html"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.]If you don't know the song, go read the lyrics and then continue, you won't fully understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you have read the lyrics--I get up on stage and I'm listening for my intro and as the first words come out of my mouth it hits me--this song applies to my life and that's not a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song can be applied to several people's life, depending on how you look at it. It can be taken as you have lost someone because of death, you got in a fight with your best friend, or even you and your boyfriend/girlfriend broke up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seems like it was yesterday when I saw your face, you told me how proud you were but I walked away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! I seriously almost lost my mind right there on stage. All I could think was Josh. I thought I was over it. It was done, I moved on and was waiting for another guy to come along and sweet talk me just the right way like he did. But no! I COULD NOT HAVE BEEN MORE WRONG! When we broke up he told me that he didn't love me like he should anymore and that he would still be there for me when I need him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I kept singing and the lyrics began to run through my head right before they came out of my mouth all I could think about is what I would do to have him there to hear this song and tell him how sorry I am for whatever I had done wrong and how sorry I am for blaming him for all of my mess ups and whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see Josh for the majority of the school day. He was one of my best friends but now its all different. Everything has changed. I was sitting in Psychology today thinking about times we had together, dancing with him at prom, parties, alone time, just whatever. Then I realized that everything that happened between us wasn't really my fault, yet somehow I keep telling myself it is. I would do almost anything in the world to tell him that I'm sorry for whatever I may have done and to have just one more chance. I do miss him more than anything. I fell too hard too fast and he wasn't completely ready to catch me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If only I knew what I know today..."&lt;br /&gt;I would have done things differently. I would have controlled myself better. I would have enjoyed the time we had together more than I did. I would have told him more often that I loved him. I would have realized something was wrong before I did and I would have saved everything. I would have saved him, I would have saved us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've hurt myself..." &lt;br /&gt;I didn't do any of that. I have hurt myself. I did this on my own. I put myself in that position again, after having my heart broken once, knowing that it could happen again, but believing that it wouldn't. People have told me, "it's better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all." Sometimes I don't believe that. I don't understand it. There are times when I wish that I didn't love him or anybody else. It would have been so much easier to just wonder what it feels like to be loved on a level like that than to turn out the way it has. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would hold you in my arms, I would take the pain away, thank you for all you've done, forgive all your mistakes. There's nothing I wouldn't do to have just one more chance to look into your eyes and see you looking back..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I lied again. I'm not ok. But I refuse to be mopey depressed Britany. I will be ok eventually. And I am lucky enough to have Katie and Carter to help me through it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-4596708458681094732?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/4596708458681094732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=4596708458681094732&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/4596708458681094732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/4596708458681094732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-my-wow.html' title='OH my WOW!'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-1231768055078623336</id><published>2009-05-10T12:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T12:24:24.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireflies and Life Dreams</title><content type='html'>have a way of making you think about things. I don't know why! Here at my house the fireflies are not seen very often. [sadness] But we went camping this weekend in our new RV and the camp ground had fireflies. It made me think back on the vacations we used to take to Tennessee to see my Grandma and Uncles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while watching the fireflies last night I thought long and hard about everything! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask a young girl what she wants to do when she grows up she will tell you something that could easily be compared to a Cinderella story, give or take a few details. When I was a little girl I just wanted to have a boyfriend. As I got older that progressed to a fiance, then to a husband. Then I decided that I wanted to have children with my husband and have the perfect little life. I wanted to live in a two-story house with a garage and a wrap-around porch. I could picture it in my head! It was perfect. My husband would work and I would take care of the kids until they were old enough to go to school. I would have gone to college before getting married and had an awesome job in a top hospital as the head nurse, where I would quit because I got pregnant and I would return several years later and work my way back up to that position. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today if you ask me what I want, I don't know! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did know and I had it all planned out. I realized that no matter how much I plan out it doesn't really matter because that is not what will happen. Things always happen and dreams always fade. Obstacles get in the way and sometimes they can't be overcome. I had my life planned out with my last boyfriend...but all of that crashed down when we broke up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I want certain things from my life and I always tell my friends they can do ANYTHING if they work hard enough for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year, I will be a senior in high school. It scares me to think that I am almost grown up. I will be 18 in September. That scares me, too. As of today, at least 3 of my friends are engaged, officially and unofficially. They know what they are going to do with their life and they have somebody to share that with. I have no idea why I feel the need to find someone to share my life with as soon as possible. I don't know when I will meet the man I marry. I don't know if he is one of my best friends today or if he was 5 years ago. That is the scary and strange thing about life. You never know what is going to happen. I feel like I am rambling. I know that the fireflies could hear me...but they can't talk back. I'm still waiting for that person who speaks my language. I want to have an intelligent conversation with them. I don't know who they are but I have the feeling that I will know immediately when I find them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-1231768055078623336?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/1231768055078623336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=1231768055078623336&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/1231768055078623336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/1231768055078623336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2009/05/fireflies-and-life-dreams.html' title='Fireflies and Life Dreams'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-1911868843980421696</id><published>2009-05-08T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T20:58:00.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie, Don't Be That Guy!!!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever realized how people are taking a certain tone with you? Whether its on your blog, instant messenger, email, etc. it is sometimes hard to catch on because the contents are not being vocalized. However, I have magical powers and I know when someone is taking a specific type of tone with me. For example, a friend [i won't point fingers but um...katie!] Anyway, Missy Moo Moo over here is getting smart with me IN A BLOG!! I know she didn't expect to get smart with me and not have me get smart back. If she's not careful I am going to whip out my hardcore ghetto side and beat her down old lady style! With a rusty spoon. LOl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for those of you who don't personally know Katie and I, we could go on with this blog madness all night long if you let us. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Katherine, DON'T BE THAT GUY!!!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-1911868843980421696?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/1911868843980421696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=1911868843980421696&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/1911868843980421696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/1911868843980421696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2009/05/katie-dont-be-that-guy.html' title='Katie, Don&apos;t Be That Guy!!!'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-8012118009283671188</id><published>2009-05-08T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T20:21:01.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relief!</title><content type='html'>Finally the Graduation Test results are in and I passed everything! I actually EXCEEDED everything, which is even better. I do strive for perfection with a fabulous thank-you to my OCD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Katie told me a joke and said that I have CDO because it's in alphabetical order and that's the way it should be. LOL! I love her :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I did awesome on the Grad tests so I don't have to go to school over the summer and retake it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was just a pretty good day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't perfect, it never will be. Today could have been worse. I will be optimistic and just look at it in those terms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't have anyone who can hear me... I will find them oneday but for now I'm going to follow some advice a friend gave me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy was my best friend for several years until we dated and it ended kinda ugly, now we are friends again and its all good. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Matt told me to just stop looking for somebody, don't look for anybody and when I least expect it, they will find me. Maybe he's right. All I can do is wait and see. First we will see how long I can go without making the effort to find someone who can speak my language. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-8012118009283671188?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/8012118009283671188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=8012118009283671188&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/8012118009283671188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/8012118009283671188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2009/05/relief.html' title='Relief!'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-418632340858852153</id><published>2009-05-04T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T18:37:55.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unheard...Unseen...</title><content type='html'>Do you ever just have one of those days where you feel like whatever. Like you are just in a world surrounded by all of these people and you are just in your own little world? Alone. Lonely. I feel like I could just talk about absolutely nothing all day long and nobody would hear me. Things going on around me tend to block me out. People tend to block me out. Actions and words don't speak loud enough to ring out among their deafening screams... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the heck to do I feel like this? I never feel like this? I look around me and everybody has somebody. Whether its a boyfriend or a best friend. I feel caught in the middle. I know that I have best friends, some of the best in the world, but I feel like they have their own little world going on and no matter what I can't be a part of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see where I am today and what I am doing. I am too worried about schoolwork to do anything. I talk to people and I go out and try to have fun but no matter what, I just can't feel like I am totally 100% a part of any of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never had one of these days before today. I sat in class today and I noticed that I was the only one actually doing my assignment. Every single person in the room was doing something else, talking to someone else. But I wasn't. I was the ONLY one. It's strange that I notice things like this and it actually bothered me. Its almost like the world around me is moving but i'm stationary and I just don't understand why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder if I am seperating myself from everybody else or if they are doing it to me. It could be a combination of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am unheard and unseen. I feel like I'm just here and nothing more. &lt;br /&gt;I know that in just a few months I'm an adult and in about a year, I'm out of high school. I'm not sure if I'm ready to take this step. I have no choice in the matter, but that doesn't mean I have to like the idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss having somebody to share these moments with. Someone to hold me and rock me and tell me everything will be ok and they will be there for me. Even though I do have people like that, it doesn't help. Nothing helps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel extremely discouraged today and I don't know why. I feel like I can't do anything right. I feel like having a weep-a-thon. I haven't had one in a while. Maybe it will do some good and help me feel better. I would just be crying for no reason really. I guess sometimes we all just need to take a moment and have a good cry. Cry for everything in our lives. Cry for the people we love and the potential to see them hurt. Cry for the potential to get hurt ourselves. Cry because we feel alone in the world even though we aren't. Cry because we are having one of those "i regret my decision" moments. Just cry it all out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing to make that better would be to cry and have someone like that who you actually WANT to make it better. I don't think I have that anymore. Maybe because I won't let myself. I really don't know. I don't know what my issue is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I see where I am and I wonder where I will be tomorrow. Nobody knows. I wish they could tell me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, in the famous words of Mitch Hedberg, "I'm tired of following my dreams. I'm going to ask where they're going and catch up with them later."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-418632340858852153?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/418632340858852153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=418632340858852153&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/418632340858852153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/418632340858852153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2009/05/unheardunseen.html' title='Unheard...Unseen...'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-2117626709813467874</id><published>2009-05-03T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:16:49.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Meaning!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I got a new tattoo and I posted a picture of it yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, If you haven't seen it you might not understand the meaning. &lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about it today after somebody asked me what it meant. The truth is I got it because I thought it was pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... now, there is a reason!!!!!!!! It was inspired by my bestest friend Katie. I thought about how she gets soo excited, or upset when I tell her what I have done or am going to do. Katie always has the most awesome reactions to everything. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the big star in the middle is me, the swirls are my decisions, and the little stars are my friends and family. The whole tattoo shows how my decisions effect everybody around me, even when I don't want them to. Making me think before I act. A few good people taught me that lesson. I realized theres nothing you can really do about some things, but it does effect everybody! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson kids: think before you act!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, &lt;br /&gt;Britany &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-2117626709813467874?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/2117626709813467874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=2117626709813467874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/2117626709813467874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/2117626709813467874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2009/05/meaning.html' title='The Meaning!'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-5148001664329739147</id><published>2009-05-02T20:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T20:33:02.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo Time!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/Sf0Ob9xgeNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/7LO4WnAyO1Q/s1600-h/untitled+2.bmp"&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/_VNRlLEcuYrs/Sf0Ob9xgeNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/7LO4WnAyO1Q/s320/untitled+2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331433407478003922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went and got my tattoo. My mom and dad got one, too. A good friend of my did them! He did an absolutely amazingly awesome job!! His name is Jordan. Other than telling everybody I got a tattoo, I don't really have anything to say... so &lt;br /&gt;Until next time, &lt;br /&gt;Britany &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this pic is a little blurry. I will have a link to Jordan's myspace when he gets my tat on there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-5148001664329739147?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/5148001664329739147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=5148001664329739147&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/5148001664329739147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/5148001664329739147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2009/05/tattoo-time.html' title='Tattoo Time!!'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/Sf0Ob9xgeNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/7LO4WnAyO1Q/s72-c/untitled+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-6662648199491249210</id><published>2009-04-22T15:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T16:18:05.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>......speechless......</title><content type='html'>Many of my readers know that March 21, 2007 was a very tragic day in the lives of many people in my school and community. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know about the tragedies that struck us on that day I will briefly fill you in... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to school on Wednesday, March 21, 2007 Laura Cobb, Melissa Arthur, Heather Arthur, and Tam Le were on their way to school. Laura let Tam drive her car and he was doing so wrecklessly. To make a very long and complicated story short, Tam lost control of the car and hit a truck head on, killing sisters Melissa and Heather and their friend Laura. Tam was in a coma for several weeks and didn't remember anything. When he woke up his mom told him what happened and he angrily began to pull cords from the machines that were working to keep him alive. Still today everybody in the community suffers this terrible loss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, 2 years and 1 month after the wreck Tam Le went to court... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family members of the three girls gave testimonies as to how the loss has affected them and their families. Following the heartbreaking stories the audience of the court room heard about the tragedy from Tam's mother, Jenifer, who blames herself for the wreck. She told the people that she takes blame for what happened because Tam was only a teenager and she should have taken him to school. She told Tam not to drive Laura's car and she told Tam not to ask... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Tam Le apologized to the Arthur family for what happened and not getting a chance to really get to know the girls as a good friend. He then apologized to Laura's family telling them she was one of his best friends. After Tam's apologies, he turned to the judge and said he would accept whatever punishment he was given. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 and 1/2 years in prison and 24 1/2 years probation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't know what to think about this... some people say thats too long, others not long enough... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the fact that he is living with himself everyday knowing that he killed three of his friends must be worse than any punishment the courts could ever sentence him... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dearly miss my friends and I hope that people will open their eyes and realize this was honestly an accident!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, &lt;br /&gt;Britany &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-6662648199491249210?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/6662648199491249210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=6662648199491249210&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/6662648199491249210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/6662648199491249210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2009/04/speechless.html' title='......speechless......'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-3995399705362873651</id><published>2009-04-19T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:21:23.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Speaks...</title><content type='html'>Music has a way of saying things when words escape me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what kind of mood I am in I have to have music. I am addicted to music!!!! Lately words are escaping me. I don't know what to say or how to say it. My bestie Katie just showed me the most awesome website in the whole entire world! You should check it out. It is www.pandora.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pandora is the really awesome website where you sign up using your email address and you create your own radio stations based on your interests. You can create them based on a band/group or a song title. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been listening to Pandora today. Every song that comes on speaks to me in a special way. One song in particular is really making me think tonight though. This song is called Careless Whisper. Originally it is by George Michael but I am listening to the much cooler redone version by Seether. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all know that Josh was my prom date as well as my boyfriend. Almost every blog I have written since October or November has said something about Josh or insinuated something about him, you know my writing style. Sometimes its like I'm having a conversation with the multiple personalities in my head... LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here is Careless Whisper by Seether, lets see if you can figure out what I'm thinking...&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gISImZ6xkbY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-3995399705362873651?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/3995399705362873651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=3995399705362873651&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/3995399705362873651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/3995399705362873651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2009/04/music-speaks.html' title='Music Speaks...'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-8561655256110000484</id><published>2009-04-17T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T19:06:39.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indecisive :'(</title><content type='html'>I just read through all of the blogs I have written. There are blogs to people, about people, and even some inspired by people. I don't remember writing some of them. LOL. That's beside the point. Looking by I am grateful for what I have...and even more upset for what I've lost. While I was looking back at old stuff I found conversations I had with friends, comments friends left me about the blogs inspired by them, and I was forced to remember how I was feeling about that particular person at the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a very indecisive person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do things and change my mind ALL THE TIME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dye my hair a new color. Today I like it, tomorrow, it is possible I will hate it. &lt;br /&gt;I go shopping and can't decide to buy something because the price may be too high. Today I want a tattoo, tomorrow I could change my mind and cancel my appointment. Today I like the tattoo I picked out, tomorrow I might call and change it...again. My point is, for those of you who do not personally know me, I can't ever make up my mind. If you do know me, you can testify that I am an extremely hard-headed person! Once I have my mind set on something it takes a whole lot to make me change it. So when I am undoubtedly positive about something it can be dangerous to change my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one and only thing I have been positive about lately is one thing and that one thing only!!! I AM IN LOVE WITH JOSHUA HOWE ADAMS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no doubt in my mind about it. Yes I did question myself once but I got over it! He didn't give up on me. He never gave up on me!...until now. Right now I am the most confused and lost person in the world. I know why its over for now. I understand that "if its meant to be we will get back together." I also do not know what to do... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I just stand back and let things happen on their own. All while I feel like I'm giving up on my best friend and leaving him out in the cold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I continue to try and help, not knowing what is going to happen...not having a single clue what is going to happen and chance the risk of not giving him enough space which could possibly be the end forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how to deal with this. I honestly think its meant to be. Anything in the world can be fixed with a little bit of TLC and time. I am willing to try to fix anything but sometimes it just can't be fixed without a little bit of help and cooperation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't know what else to say. I think I have tried all of the convincing I can think of. Sadly enough, I'm not even sure it helped at all...&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it all up for a second chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I sound extremely desperate. I'm in love... and there is not a more painful feeling than to be in love and not have that feeling returned. Love is a crazy thing. One minute you are so happy and so loving you think you're heart will explode. The next minute you are so lost and heart-broken that it physically hurts. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do. I am out of things to say. I don't have a thought left in my whole entire brain on how to make this all better... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes two people have to fall apart to realize how much they need to fall back together. The falling apart has happened, I'm hoping the realization is soon to come... &lt;br /&gt;Until next time, &lt;br /&gt;Britany &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-8561655256110000484?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/8561655256110000484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=8561655256110000484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/8561655256110000484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/8561655256110000484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2009/04/indecisive.html' title='Indecisive :&apos;('/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-5215786685176583902</id><published>2009-04-16T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T15:01:51.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arguing With MYSELF</title><content type='html'>Ok, so Spring Break isn't going how I hoped it would. I was hoping I would go over to Josh's and hang out and the week would be full of fun! I COULD NOT HAVE BEEN MORE WRONG!!! Monday night Josh broke up with me. Tuesday I went to work and was on the verge of tears like all day. Everything reminded me of Josh. Wednesday all of my friends went to the beach without me. I did go donate blood at the local blood drive and I met a cute guy who was in the air force and was only 19, Luke. He asked for my number and I respectfully denied... I should have given it to him. The only thing keeping me from giving it to him was thinking about Josh and how he told me one time that he doesn't mess with love. This began my arguing with myself. If I had given Luke my number and started talking to him and Josh figured everything out like he said he needed to do and it still involved me he would not have told me. On the other hand, if I'm not still involved when Josh makes up his mind I am still going to be lonely and wishing I had given Luke my number. But Luke is being deployed to go overseas and do what army guys do best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons of the day kids: 1.DON'T ARGUE WITH YOURSELF OUT LOUD...DO IT IN YOUR HEAD! &lt;br /&gt;2.Give blood and save a life. Did you know that your one blood donation can save up to three lives. 3.If a cute guy asks for your number, give it to him! You have nothing to lose but the time you will spend ARGUING WITH YOURSELF!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, &lt;br /&gt;Britany &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-5215786685176583902?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/5215786685176583902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=5215786685176583902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/5215786685176583902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/5215786685176583902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2009/04/arguing-with-myself.html' title='Arguing With MYSELF'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-5696784756872177410</id><published>2009-04-11T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T17:49:43.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break is FINALLY here!</title><content type='html'>These past two weeks have been extremely stressful! The week before last Juniors had to take the Georgia High School Graduation Test... I will probably be going to school this summer to retake at least the Science section. :( This week every single teacher has been loading us down with work! Every night I was up until at least midnight doing homework. I didn't think I would ever get caught up. Fortunatly I did, kinda. LOL! This semester has been the hardest one I have taken so far! There have been buckets of tears, lots of breakdowns, and stress coming out of my ears! This week long Spring Break was much needed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everybody has a lovely Easter Sunday!! &lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter!! I hope the Easter bunny fills your basket with things to make you happy :) &lt;br /&gt;Until next time, &lt;br /&gt;Britany &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-5696784756872177410?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/5696784756872177410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=5696784756872177410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/5696784756872177410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/5696784756872177410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-break-is-finally-here.html' title='Spring Break is FINALLY here!'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-5294426992835898480</id><published>2009-03-22T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T11:55:04.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/ScaI9IlAh7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/TlHdznjFHRY/s1600-h/dancing+%3D).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316086994013554610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/ScaI9IlAh7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/TlHdznjFHRY/s320/dancing+%3D).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/ScaI9ChzE2I/AAAAAAAAAFc/KBNBHBtoyXs/s1600-h/me+and+d%27lee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316086992389477218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/ScaI9ChzE2I/AAAAAAAAAFc/KBNBHBtoyXs/s320/me+and+d%27lee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/ScaI9M2KLqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/78Cebry31f4/s1600-h/couples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316086995159232162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/ScaI9M2KLqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/78Cebry31f4/s320/couples.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/ScaIgcujT8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/Nmzqx_dydII/s1600-h/dancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/ScaH5EbZRrI/AAAAAAAAAFE/vqNOm5pHfzE/s1600-h/me+and+josh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316085824668386994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/ScaH5EbZRrI/AAAAAAAAAFE/vqNOm5pHfzE/s320/me+and+josh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Josh. I love him &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was prom and after a long day of getting my hair done, makeup, getting dressed, and pictures the night was AWESOME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are just a few pictures of me and my peeps last night :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Until next time, Britany &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-5294426992835898480?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/5294426992835898480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=5294426992835898480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/5294426992835898480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/5294426992835898480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2009/03/prom.html' title='Prom!!!'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/ScaI9IlAh7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/TlHdznjFHRY/s72-c/dancing+%3D).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-3609141301589301888</id><published>2009-03-11T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T19:27:28.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon to Computer Screens Near YOU!!</title><content type='html'>yeah, so in case you haven't noticed or you don't look at my blog very often I change things a lot. I just get tired of looking at the same things over and over again. So the new look is here to stay for a while. But coming soon, I will have a totally new theme going on. I haven't decided what its going to be yet. I'm tired of slaying dragons. LOL! I'm feeling something to do with the beach, or spring, or flowers, or bunnies. IDK! We will find out as soon as my little brain works something up for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, and my bestest friend Katie is going to write me a new and cool about me section so look for that to come :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, Literary is THIS FRIDAY!!! I hope all goes well. The fabulous news is 1.)we have an awesome accompanimist! 2.)Adrian hasn't had a total meltdown yet 3.)The complete trio hasn't had a breakdown yet 4.)I haven't had a breakdown yet! 5.) I think I will have everything memorized by Friday 6.) If I don't, I'm not going to state anyway! THANK YOU PROM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm thinking about the torture we suffer through, I have to question my sanity and ask Katie, why do we do this?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;Britany &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-3609141301589301888?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/3609141301589301888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=3609141301589301888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/3609141301589301888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/3609141301589301888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2009/03/coming-soon-to-computer-screens-near.html' title='Coming Soon to Computer Screens Near YOU!!'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-3175744619979331197</id><published>2009-02-25T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T18:16:43.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>woot woot</title><content type='html'>I haven't written in a while. I have been so busy! Between school and homework and practicing for Literary [which is in two weeks] I don't have time for anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I have been playing matchmaker once again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend who I know has not been really HAPPY in a while so when she told me she liked somebody I did not hesitate to help :) I talked to the guy and it turns out he liked her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen either of them this happy in a while. It is great to see smiling faces and know they are genuine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so accomplished that I could help two not-so-happy people find happiness again with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;Britany &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-3175744619979331197?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/3175744619979331197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=3175744619979331197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/3175744619979331197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/3175744619979331197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2009/02/woot-woot.html' title='woot woot'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-8292449004596364871</id><published>2009-02-13T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:33:43.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vans Warped Tour by Jerry</title><content type='html'>My big little brother wrote this poem for his English class at school. I like it! I think its awesome! Dude has skills. Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vans Warped Tour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The fans are screaming &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The bands are playing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone's wearing their vans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and time seems like it's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;warped when your in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the mosh-pit. It's the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vans Warped Tour. All &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9,404 fans are screaming &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like dying monkeys. The&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bands are wild beasts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;giving their children &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;an excellent feast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone is waiting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on the next band&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's one man &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;standing in the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;middle of the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stage. He's standing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the stagelights &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with a little fright. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He picks up his  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guitar and the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;crowd becomes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;silent. He plays &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a chord and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;another then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more music &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;comes in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's what you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;would never expect &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when the band starts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;forming the song everyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;knows what's going on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the awesomest band &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ever. It's As I Lay Dying &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the song's called &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through Struggle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As the singer screams &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the fans head-bang &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it seems it would never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;come to an end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Three songs later &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the guitar gets &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;smashed and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the tour is over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's sad when &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's 2 months &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;later you listen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to the bands &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that amazed you that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;night. Then the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fright strikes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't want to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;miss next tour &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the tickets &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are bought and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hanging off your&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;door. It's time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the next &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vans Warped Tour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am so proud of my brother. That is one awesome poem. I did a little editing for grammatical errors with his permission. Hopefully I can share more of Jerry's work with you guys. It is pretty cool. Maybe we can go to the Vans Warped Tour! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Until next time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Britany &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-8292449004596364871?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/8292449004596364871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=8292449004596364871&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/8292449004596364871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/8292449004596364871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2009/02/vans-warped-tour-by-jerry.html' title='Vans Warped Tour by Jerry'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-1048035317334094116</id><published>2009-02-11T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T19:04:23.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~KayTayYay!</title><content type='html'>Katie...&lt;br /&gt;Mac is having a similar problem. He is on the other viewpoint though.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing two awesome people with such crappy problems makes me feel terrible. Especially because I can't fix them or even begin to make it better. I look at my life and everybody else's and I begin to wonder, can love actually come with happiness. It is so filled with jelousy and want and bad things to even be considered something that sounds somewhat appealing. I feel like crap knowing that you can't be happy because you like someone who loves someone else. I know you feel like crap. We can feel like crap together. This is one of those times where I really really want to help, but I just don't know how. Then I look at you and Kevin. Kevin is in love and he's happy and dealing with all this drama. You are in love and you don't want to start drama. Props for that!!! We don't need another Kat. I'm proud of you for considering how it would make other people feel if you revealed your feelings to the world. God doesn't hate you! Life doesn't hate you! Life is full of obstacles, how you overcome them is your decision. I seriously cannot help you with this one because I just don't know how. I feel helpless. I seriously question if someone can be completely happy while they are in love. I am not scared to admit to you that even though I may appear happy all the time, I'm not. I have my moments where I doubt if I am doing the right thing or if my future will hold what I want it to. I can't control these things. I had to learn that the hard way. If only we had a crystal ball that would tell us what to do to save us time and broken hearts we wouldn't be having this conversation, but sadly we don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'm trying to say is that at some point everybody goes through this. Everybody has issues with love and happiness and it is just something they will have to work through. I can't fix it but i'm here to listen and offer what little bit of advice I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You be the anchor that keeps my feet on the ground and I'll be the wings that keeps your heart in the clouds"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can call me at 3 in the morning if you want to. I promise I will try not to growl at you, but I will definately talk you through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you! You're my bestie and you always will be &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;Britany &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-1048035317334094116?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/1048035317334094116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=1048035317334094116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/1048035317334094116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/1048035317334094116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2009/02/kaytayyay.html' title='~KayTayYay!'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-5642200550573353710</id><published>2009-02-04T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:04:07.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments turn into Realizations</title><content type='html'>Okay, so before you get too far into this you need to go read Katie's blog titled &lt;em&gt;Moment... &lt;/em&gt;So, go over to the right side of the screen and click on that picture of me and my right hand girl :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you are filled in on Katie's moment I will educate you on my realization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie is right. We have these emo moments every now and then. This time my emo realization was triggered by Katie's emo moment. I will legally be an adult in 7 months... Yeah, I'll be 18 in SEVEN MONTHS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cannot be real! I remember chasing Josh on the playground in Kindergarten and telling him how much I hated him. I remember giggling at "silly boys" with Katie. I remember watching my friends eat paste and Push Pops with gummy bugs. I remember when I cried over learning my multiplication tables. I remember when I wanted to marry my daddy and be just like my mommy and take care of my little brother for the rest of my life. I remember when my little brother told me I could be a cook at McDonald's one morning because I made him a bowl of instant grits that were like soup. I miss those moments....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 7 months I will be an adult... I will be old enough to serve our country in the military, buy cigarettes, get into clubs, and get a tattoo or piercing without parental permission. The crazy part to me is that I am the only person who can actually make these decisions now. People can give me their opinion on all of those matters and everything else I will face in my life but ultimately I am the only person who can MAKE the decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am sitting here stressing over the Rhetorical Analysis paper I have yet to write, the homework I will have to do next week, the ACT that I will take Saturday. I worry about making my friends happy and making my enemies mad. I freak over the smallest things like actually being just like my mommy because I have grown up now and I realize that she isn't perfect and I don't want to be just like her. I think about marrying the love of my life and having babies. I dream about the way it will feel when my child comes to me because he/she has a boo boo and mommy is the only one who can make it better and I fear the day they realize I'm not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not perfect...&lt;br /&gt;I never will be...&lt;br /&gt;Ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but right now all that stuff in the near future is freaking me out.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to graduate HIGH SCHOOL on March 22, 2010...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to make a decision. What am I going to do? I have to make a few decisions. It scares me to know that. I am going to have to decide to go to college or not. To get married before college or not. To love someone or leave them in a few years... I wish I could see into the future and decide what will be best in the long run...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until my next moment,&lt;br /&gt;Britany &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-5642200550573353710?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/5642200550573353710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=5642200550573353710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/5642200550573353710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/5642200550573353710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2009/02/moments-turn-into-realizations.html' title='Moments turn into Realizations'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-1606530242859768140</id><published>2009-01-24T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T18:52:31.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Helpless, Hopeless, or Heart-Broken Anymore</title><content type='html'>I love him. He knows what to say.&lt;br /&gt;He is so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;I can't help falling for him.&lt;br /&gt;He is amazing! He makes me happy... he respects me... he wants the same things I want in life.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody is perfect! I don't want you to even try to be perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could use the glue gun to fix the broken heart...&lt;br /&gt;you broke it, you need to fix it&lt;br /&gt;You have the glue gun so close to the break... Don't burn me with it!&lt;br /&gt;If u don't want to fix it give him the glue gun. He'll take care of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. Thank you for letting him take care of it. You made me a stronger person, and you didn't even mean to. Because of you, I actually have to think about what people say to me before I believe them. I had to get to the bottom of things to belive one simple phrase. You are still causing problems with me...but only because I let you. I am sooo done with this! I'm done with the past. I'm done with worrying about what you think or what you did to me. I am not going to sit here any longer and let what you did to me mess up what I have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;Britany &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-1606530242859768140?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/1606530242859768140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=1606530242859768140&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/1606530242859768140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/1606530242859768140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-helpless-hopeless-or-heart-broken.html' title='Not Helpless, Hopeless, or Heart-Broken Anymore'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-3146464088848214030</id><published>2009-01-14T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:26:24.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aggravated to the MAXXX.....</title><content type='html'>Do you ever just have one of those days where every little thing aggravates you? The person sitting across the room making faces at their "friends" as soon as the "friend" turns his/her back. The person behind you who won't stop tapping. The person across the room blasting thier IPod so loud you hear every word to ever annoying song they play. The person who sleeps through the day's lesson. When you wake up and the shower is cold. Your blow dryer stops working. You are totally out of foundation and your favorite eyeliner is dull and you can't find the sharpener...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have these days very often. The days when things are either going extremely horrible or not my way at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I am aggravated to the max... not at any of the things listed above.... at one particular person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very good friend of mine (she should be my sister) is dealing with something nobody in the world should have to deal with. So we will call her brother my brother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and his exgirlfriend had a baby. They are now arguing over the dumbest things... I honestly don't know the whole entire story but what I do know makes me soooo mad. It makes me mad for him, her, and especially the baby!! Thank God she is too young to understand... but her family will forever remember the pain caused by this arguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for my brother, his exgirlfriend, and their baby. Pray that everything works out okay and the most beautiful baby I have ever seen is not snatched away from her grandparents, father, and aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is having to deal with this and I can't do anything to help her but offer advice and a hug when she needs it most. ILY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;Britany &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-3146464088848214030?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/3146464088848214030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=3146464088848214030&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/3146464088848214030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/3146464088848214030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2009/01/aggravated-to-maxxx.html' title='Aggravated to the MAXXX.....'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-1865694080425975775</id><published>2009-01-06T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T13:16:41.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love like Knowey...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Knowey&lt;/span&gt; is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt; for those of you who don't know. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Knowey&lt;/span&gt; is the cutest sweetest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt; [followed by Willow and Shadow, Katie! :)] [and Lucy, Josh! :)] Anyway... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Knowey&lt;/span&gt; is the sweetest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking today how much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Knowey&lt;/span&gt; loves me. She sleeps in my bed with me no matter how I'm feeling. She doesn't try to run away from me when I'm sick. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Knowey&lt;/span&gt; is not scared to see me first thing in the morning without my makeup and my messy crazy hair! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Knowey&lt;/span&gt; is always willing to play with me and hug me [yes, she gives hugs!] &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Knowey&lt;/span&gt; loves me unconditionally. If I get mad at her or step on her she always apologizes or lets me know she is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. If &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Knowey&lt;/span&gt; were a person she would be one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; friends in the whole world. She is sitting in my lap as I type this begging me to pet her on the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is that very seldom do you find a person who loves you as much as your dog. People realize when you mess up and do or say something stupid or out of line... Dogs forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friends forgive you too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very rare for a person to have more than one best friend... I was blessed with two. My whole entire life I have never gotten into a fight with either one of my friends. If we get into an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;argument&lt;/span&gt; it is always a very very small one and is resolved within minutes.&lt;br /&gt;The two people I am talking about know who they are- Katie and Josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have known both of you guys since I was in kindergarten. Can you believe we graduate next year? I can't... it seems like just yesterday we were getting in trouble as we were walking to the lunchroom and talking to each other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;despite&lt;/span&gt; our fingers over our mouths...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys. I love you like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Knowey&lt;/span&gt; loves me. And I know that you both love me like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Knowey&lt;/span&gt; loves me... you have proven that time and time again. Thank you for everything. I don't know what I would do without either one of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie- we have been through some crap... I don't care what it is/was/or will be we will make it. We WILL use big words to ward off the crappy dates we do not want anything to do with. Forever will we laugh about the GIANT GOLDEN COAT RACK and nobody will get it but us. You are my best friend. Thank you for returning that friendship. I will be your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; friend forever. When we are old ladies in the nursing home we will steal old ladies' heating blankets and take off with them in our electric wheelchairs to put them in someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;elses&lt;/span&gt; room :) Yes, it sounds mean, but we will laugh about it until our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;abdomens&lt;/span&gt; are on fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh- why didn't I give you a chance sooner? You are one of the few guys who is this understanding and loving. I don't think I can ever make you mad at me... you always make me smile when I'm mad at you, so we don't have to worry about that. Thank you for being who you are and loving me like you do. I don't know what I would do without you. You always make me smile. We will forever make commentary to movies to make them funnier... then I will go back and see them with Katie to see the good parts I missed ;) I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it weren't for the two of you I would not have made it through this past year...&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys more than you will ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done now... My moment is over.&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Britany&lt;/span&gt; &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-1865694080425975775?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/1865694080425975775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=1865694080425975775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/1865694080425975775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/1865694080425975775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-like-knowey.html' title='Love like Knowey...'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-3007891663938242072</id><published>2009-01-01T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T14:48:54.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends, New Year, and the Great Pizza Run!</title><content type='html'>For New Year's Eve I spent my morning at work. I had fun though. Then I left and came home to be greeted by my honey Josh. Josh and my parents, brother and I went to my uncle's house to have a little get together. We were sitting around and talking when someone made a comment that made me think of my best friend Katie. Katie went to Washington D.C. to see her mom for Christmas and I dearly missed her. Not too long after the comment made me a little sad my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bestie&lt;/span&gt; Katie was calling and saying she was HOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met her at my house and that is when the party started! Katie makes everything more fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned to my uncle's house for a while then we went to another party. My mom and dad's best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed at drunk people singing and dancing. One of the three of us had a little too much fun, directly causing the other two to laugh hysterically!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home around 1 AM. I made Katie and I some hot chocolate and we crashed shortly after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know about the best friends and new year....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Great Pizza Run:&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this afternoon around 12:30 expecting Katie to be beside me.... but she wasn't. I was the last person awake. We decided to get Papa John's Pizza for lunch. If you have never had Papa John's pizza with their special Garlic sauce... you need to go get some right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Katie and I jumped in my little black truck and headed to pick up out pizza. My dad gave me a $100 bill to pay with... [Note to readers and self: Papa John's does not accept bills larger than $20!] So, when we got there to get our pizza it was a problem! And today just so happens to be January 1, 2009... the banks are CLOSED! After driving through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;drive through&lt;/span&gt; at the bank to discover this lovely tidbit of information, I almost hit a small child who RAN OUT IN FRONT OF MY TRUCK...WHILE IT WAS MOVING!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I said some not nice phrases to the parents through my window.&lt;br /&gt;Pulling out of the bank I decided to try &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zaxby's&lt;/span&gt; for change. They did have change but they wouldn't trade me unless I bought something. I bought a coke... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We returned to Papa John's to get our pizza, returned to my house... between five people we ate 10 garlic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Parmesan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;breadsticks&lt;/span&gt;, a whole entire large pizza and a half of another large pizza... All while watching the Georgia and Michigan State game. GO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DAWGS&lt;/span&gt;! We won 24-12....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new year started extremely eventful. I hope the rest of the year is just as fun!&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Britany&lt;/span&gt; &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-3007891663938242072?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/3007891663938242072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=3007891663938242072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/3007891663938242072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/3007891663938242072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2009/01/best-friends-new-year-and-great-pizza.html' title='Best Friends, New Year, and the Great Pizza Run!'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-4516033012543501078</id><published>2008-12-25T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T14:24:41.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweetest Thing!!!</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas to everybody. I hope Santa Claus was good to all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest thing happened to me last night! If you did not read my last blog take a moment to go back to read it before continuing because this story will make absolutely no sense to you if you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to spend Christmas Eve with Josh and his family. I was really nervous that they would not like me. I think they all did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hung out and washed dishes together and ate. We watched tv and talked to friends and looked at the stars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time for presents...&lt;br /&gt;I was having a pretty bad day yesterday and I walked out of my house with Josh's present under my Christmas tree! I felt like the worst girlfriend ever!! I got my presents from Josh. Some awesome bath stuff! I love bath stuff!! Then he left the room and came back. Josh made me promise not to cry. I had no idea why or what he was about to do...but I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh came back with a box of chocolate covered cherries!!!&lt;br /&gt;I fell for him all over again. It wasn't the same as getting them from my gramma...&lt;br /&gt;but it was sooo sweet! I didn't cry......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until I got home!&lt;br /&gt;I was so overwhelmed at the fact that Josh gave me chocolate covered cherries. Just when I think I can't love him anymore he does something like this to prove me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made my Christmas better and he didn't even know it. I felt a little better today than I expected to. I played my new Wii with my family the whole entire day. I am now an expert at Rock Band, Wii Sports and whatever that other game was... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am getting ready to go to Josh's to play American Idol on XBox 360.&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;Britany &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-4516033012543501078?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/4516033012543501078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=4516033012543501078&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/4516033012543501078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/4516033012543501078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2008/12/sweetest-thing.html' title='The Sweetest Thing!!!'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-17084897753268543</id><published>2008-12-22T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T08:10:54.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ghosts of Christmas Past...</title><content type='html'>... yes, the ghost of Christmas past came to visit me last night. At our family Christmas Party. Each year my whole family gets together on Christmas Eve to exchange gifts, eat, and have fun. Last night was not Christmas Eve as you all know. That would be the first thing that was wrong with me. The tradition was broken.... but that wasn't my main problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gramma&lt;/span&gt; passed away in January...&lt;br /&gt;this is my first Christmas without her :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I talked with all of my family members last night about their Christmas plans I looked over to where my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gramma's&lt;/span&gt; chair used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I looked under the Christmas tree... our special gifts from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gramma&lt;/span&gt; were absent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gramma&lt;/span&gt; wrapped boxes of chocolate covered cherries special for everyone. This year my chocolate covered cherries were bought by my daddy at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;WalMart&lt;/span&gt; and they just don't taste the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked around my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gramma's&lt;/span&gt; house last night I didn't realize how much it had changed without her there. They have new carpet on the floor, new paint on the walls, new furniture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize how much I had missed my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;gramma&lt;/span&gt; until last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered last Christmas Eve I sang to her. One of her favorite Christmas songs.&lt;br /&gt;Today as I listen to this song I have a new understanding of what it means. It is not necessarily for someone in love with a person of the opposite sex, but maybe for me. For a little girl without her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;gramma&lt;/span&gt; on Christmas for the first time in seventeen years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QnT8sYz_ASk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QnT8sYz_ASk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Britany&lt;/span&gt; &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-17084897753268543?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/17084897753268543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=17084897753268543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/17084897753268543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/17084897753268543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2008/12/ghosts-of-christmas-past.html' title='The Ghosts of Christmas Past...'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-5847867589209914279</id><published>2008-12-16T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T14:33:26.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Amazing Adventure of Britany [is legend]...</title><content type='html'>are starting today. I felt like I needed to add a new theme to my blog! I have decided to metaphorically look at my life with my friends in high school. Right now I am trying to make it to graduation with my biggest goal I have had for years and years.... To make all A's! Yes, I am an overachiever. One of my friends calls me a "grade grub"--I am one of the nerds who questions the teacher. I am one of the nerds who cries because she made a B. A high B! I cannot help it, I have always been this way. I had an epiphany that one day all of this work will be completely purposeless! In a few years all of these papers and exams and stupid little arguments will be nothing more than a mere memory. I will still have the friends that are the most important to me and right now that is all that matters. Until then I am going to continue following the map to the "X" and make it to graduation with no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Britany&lt;/span&gt; [is legend]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-5847867589209914279?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/5847867589209914279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=5847867589209914279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/5847867589209914279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/5847867589209914279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2008/12/amazing-adventure-of-britany-is-legend.html' title='The Amazing Adventure of Britany [is legend]...'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-2595093013006833182</id><published>2008-12-15T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:02:31.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Tired, and ready for a break!!</title><content type='html'>I have been so busy with school lately. I am so worried about making A's in all of my classes this semester! Christmas break is almost here and I fear a huge AP assignment coming along with it. Merry Christmas to AP students at BCHS! I am stressing majorly this week! Exams are Thursday and Friday and I have a 78 in Trig....&lt;br /&gt;I need major help!!&lt;br /&gt;Britany &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-2595093013006833182?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/2595093013006833182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=2595093013006833182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/2595093013006833182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/2595093013006833182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2008/12/busy-tired-and-ready-for-break.html' title='Busy, Tired, and ready for a break!!'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-4012987012750651690</id><published>2008-11-26T08:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T08:36:33.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you know?</title><content type='html'>Why is it that when you have a bad day you find out who your best friends are? I don't care what is wrong with me they always know. There are a few friends that I have who can look at me and just know. It is honesly amazing. They are like my mommy. She looks at meo  one time and tells me what is wrong with me. Who said what and why I am mad about it. My mommy and friends like Katie are what I am thankful for. I have some of the best friends a girl can ever ask for. I hope everybody has an amazingly awsome Thanksgiving. Don't eat too much turkey... save room for the GREEN BEAN CASSEROLE! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy early Thanksgiving to everybody!!!&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;Britany &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-4012987012750651690?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/4012987012750651690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=4012987012750651690&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/4012987012750651690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/4012987012750651690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-do-you-know.html' title='How do you know?'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-5935435699693256594</id><published>2008-11-24T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T15:23:51.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why dream?</title><content type='html'>Why do people dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been told that dreams are inspired by what you do that day. What you see on tv, who you talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella says that "A dream is a wish your heart makes when your fast asleep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think dreams are? Why do you think people dream???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to hearing from you...&lt;br /&gt;Britany &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-5935435699693256594?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/5935435699693256594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=5935435699693256594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/5935435699693256594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/5935435699693256594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-dream.html' title='Why dream?'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-1532634861500708972</id><published>2008-11-20T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:47:55.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helpless, Hopeless...</title><content type='html'>When you say something to someone don't wish you could take it back. No matter how bad it makes you feel, you had a really good reason for your comment in the first place. I understand what it is like to hate someone so much the mere sight of him makes you want to throw up your guts. I understand how it feels to say something but feel horrible about it later. Don't. It wastes time you can never get back. I'm here for you. You have helped me through some stuff I would have shot someone over. Thank you for that. That is what best friends are for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sistas&lt;/span&gt; from another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mista&lt;/span&gt; will call him at 3 in the morning making HORSE noises.&lt;br /&gt;Just give me the word, boo!&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry your pretty little head over it!&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Britany&lt;/span&gt; &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-1532634861500708972?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/1532634861500708972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=1532634861500708972&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/1532634861500708972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/1532634861500708972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2008/11/helpless-hopeless.html' title='Helpless, Hopeless...'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-5898585599950299674</id><published>2008-11-19T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:35:19.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, Me!!</title><content type='html'>I am now one of those girls. I am one of the "pretty" girls. I have often wondered before what it would be like to be "fancied" by boys. Now I know. I am liked too much. I do take it as a compliment, but I also take it as something extremely stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so stressed out this week. I will never get into Mercer's School of Medicine if I do not keep my grades up. I do not understand Trigonometry or Stoichiometry (stupid Chemistry)! Last night I cried over my homework. I am so stressed out this week. I hope things get better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can decide which guy would be the best for me right now... if any at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news: I bought my prom dress!! Yes, already... I can't wait!!&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;Britany &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-5898585599950299674?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/5898585599950299674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=5898585599950299674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/5898585599950299674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/5898585599950299674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-me.html' title='Yes, Me!!'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-4941388237294477651</id><published>2008-11-14T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T15:17:53.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me?</title><content type='html'>I have never really been one of the "pretty" girls that all the boys like. Lately I have been finding out that all of these boys like me. There are at least four that I know of. I have known all of them for most of my life. I go from dating one boy for a year and a half to not even worrying about dating and then these guys just start telling me they like me. I am flattered, but I don't know what to do. They each have something very special about them that appeals to me. Then they each have something that I do not like about them, but honestly, who doesn't? Why me? Why now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I changed, or is it just them? I wish I had the understanding and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;knowledge&lt;/span&gt; to answer my questions. I am going to drive myself pretty crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Being happy doesn't mean everything is perfect, it just means you decided to look past all the imperfections." ~Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody please help...&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Britany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-4941388237294477651?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/4941388237294477651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=4941388237294477651&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/4941388237294477651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/4941388237294477651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2008/11/me.html' title='Me?'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-830704576420867753</id><published>2008-11-12T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T13:53:57.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing my world... one word at a time.</title><content type='html'>Poster reads: Don't let happy hour turn into a thirty year sentence. Chris Sandy is in prison after drinking and driving and killing two innocent people. How happy is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267889378911302098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SRtNesoPsdI/AAAAAAAAADA/2kbDTFEonT8/s400/chris+sandy+poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually people live day-to-day and never think about inmates. Prison inmates. [Unless they know one or hear about them on the news.] I am one of those people who never thinks about inmates. This morning I woke up and went to school. Around 10:00 the whole school filed into the gym for an assembly. I walked in and chose my seat beside my friends. After seating myself I realized that there were two police officers and an INMATE. A nice looking young man with a white uniform and leg shackles. Our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SADD&lt;/span&gt; (students against destructive decisions) students introduced our guest speaker. His name was Chris Sandy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sandy is an inmate with a cause, and today he shared his story with us! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 2000, Chris Sandy was 22-years-old. He loved to spend time with his family and friends and go to parties. On April 11, 2000 Sandy's life changed forever. Many people drink alcohol and do not even think about what could happen if they got in a vehicle. Sandy was one of those people. Chris and his friend Jessie were at a party of a friend. After talking to another friend on the phone, Chris and Jessie decided to go to another party. Chris got behind the wheel of his car after having four mixed drinks. Going 77 miles per hour and passing a van, Chris wrecked into the vehicle of an elderly couple, killing them on impact. Jessie managed to put on his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;seat belt&lt;/span&gt; as he realized what was about to happen, saving his life. Chris was pinned against the passenger side windshield and was bleeding severely. After pulling himself from the car Chris was drifting in and out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;consciousness&lt;/span&gt;. He had broken his leg at the hip and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;severely&lt;/span&gt; injured his knee. Sandy prayed that this was all a nightmare and as soon as he opened his eyes again everything would be fine. He was brought back to reality when he heard someone say "There has been a fatality on the scene!" Chris did not know what to do now. When the officers arrived at the scene they asked Chris the routine questions... Were you speeding? No. Have you been drinking? No. Chris knew from that moment on his life would never be the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris spent five days in the hospital where his friend Carrie informed him about what had happened. The car he hit was owned by a very well known elderly couple in his community. The woman driving the car died on impact. Her husband had been airlifted to the same hospital Chris was in and died after arriving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After being bailed out of jail, Chris spent the next year waking up every morning wondering what the future held for him. How long he would be in jail? What would happen between he and his girlfriend? What would his family do? Chris was being charged with two counts of vehicular homicide while driving under the influence. Chris could serve as much as 15 years in prison for only one count. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The morning Chris went to court all of his friends were there to support him. As Chris walked into the courtroom he saw the victims family and proceeded with his head down. Chris's attorney then entered the room with two packets of paperwork. The State of Georgia and the victims family had reached an agreement. The judge read Chris his sentence... 13 years in a Georgia State Prison and then 17 years of probation. After reading the sentence the judge gave Chris Sandy the opportunity to say anything he wanted to the victims family. As he turned to apologize, the victims' family was crying so hard that it made it difficult for Chris to speak to them. Years later he wrote the family a letter apologizing once again, unknowing whether they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; or even read it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After being in jail for about eight years Chris is in a program which allows him to leave prison under the custody of a sheriff to speak to students about drinking and driving. Chris is set to be let out of prison and begin his probation in April of 2010, unless the victims family objects, then he will have to wait longer. Chris also focused on the horrors of living in prison. Working without pay and having no connection to the outside world. Chris can only have visits once a week. During the time he has been in prison, Chris has suffered the loss of three grandparents and his father. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With his horrible testimony, Chris hopes to begin a program similar to the one he is a part of to encourage students not to drink and drive. Chris is working on an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;autobiography&lt;/span&gt; and hopes to write other books for teenagers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think about what you do before you get into a vehicle, whether you have been drinking or the driver has. Encourage your friends not to drink and drive. I had my world changed today, one word at a time by an inmate named Chris Sandy. By the time Chris was done telling us his story, I wanted to cry and hug him and pray for him! Then Chris's escorting officers handcuffed him, right in front of us. It broke my heart. It broke my heart for him and his family and the victims family, all of Chris's friends, and everyone that his one stupid mistake affected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This man had a life-changing impact on me! I will definately think about my friend and myself before we make stupid decisions that will land us in prison for years......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray that Chris can achieve his goals and make an impact on teenagers and young adults across the country. If you ever have the opportunity to see one of Chris's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;presentations&lt;/span&gt;, you will enjoy every second of it. Think before you act. Pray for Chris Sandy and inmates going through the same thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Britany&lt;/span&gt; &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-830704576420867753?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/830704576420867753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=830704576420867753&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/830704576420867753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/830704576420867753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2008/11/changing-my-world-one-word-at-time.html' title='Changing my world... one word at a time.'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SRtNesoPsdI/AAAAAAAAADA/2kbDTFEonT8/s72-c/chris+sandy+poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-1354052946033982124</id><published>2008-11-06T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T18:02:31.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes I Can...</title><content type='html'>It is hard to give away something you no longer control. It is hard to have faith in times of doubt. it is hard to find love through so much hate. It is hard to be strong when you suffer through so much pain. It is hard to think about the future when you cannot let go of your past. Sometimes I wish I were still in kindergarten. My biggest fear was forgetting something cool on show-and-tell day. The most challenging thing I had to learn was how to read. Life was so easy!! Now I am a junior in high school. Liking ten boys was okay in kindergarten--now looking at another person's "love interest" can easily gain you a black eye and another enemy to add to your hate list. On the playground, a kiss meant you had another boyfriend to chase you around. In high school a kiss is like a drug. One kiss can leave you desiring more. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;drug&lt;/span&gt; gets into your bloodstream and keeps you going for days at a time. Eventually the effects wear off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;knowledge&lt;/span&gt; lingers in the air reminding you about it's supplier. Drugs run out. Suppliers run away. they realize the impression they made on you and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;regret&lt;/span&gt; what they have done. Drug-addicts find the suppliers and beg for just one more. It will be the last one. I swear! How can you get by without something you have had for so long? Please, this is the last time! I will go to rehab! I promise not to turn you in. Please just put the gun away! It will not be needed. I can control myself! I will find faith and love! I will be strong! I see my future... Yes, I can move on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;freewrite&lt;/span&gt; I had to do for my AP class. I wanted to share it with you guys. It kinda goes hand-in-hand with my last blog. Some of you may not get the metaphors I used. It is pretty complicated. Let me know what you think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Britany&lt;/span&gt; &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-1354052946033982124?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/1354052946033982124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=1354052946033982124&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/1354052946033982124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/1354052946033982124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-i-can.html' title='Yes I Can...'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-803227941296561717</id><published>2008-11-04T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:35:30.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[Confused. Annoyed. Heart-Broken. Loved] all at the same time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I like him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You know what to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He knows what to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You are such a jerk sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He is so sweet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You make me so mad sometimes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He does too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I can't help falling for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm not sure about him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You're not sure about me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Everything good comes with something bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;outweighs&lt;/span&gt; like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I couldn't be happy with him when I'm in love with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is haunting me. Why can't I move on? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Somebody&lt;/span&gt; needs to tell me what to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Why do I still love you, he is amazing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He makes me happy... he respects me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;he wants the same things I want in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;If only I could have a combination of the two of them... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;the person would be perfect and I could be happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nobody is perfect! I don't want you to even try to be perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; I just want you back! I can look through all of the bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ALL OF IT! Love will blind me. Can't you see, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you and me should be together! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;WE had plans and dreams--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and now they're all gone, wasted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; I don't want to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;turn&lt;/span&gt; back, I just want a new start. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A new start with him? Maybe!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A new start with you is all i would ever need... if only.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;If only you felt the same way about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; You could use the glue gun to fix the broken heart... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you broke it, you need to fix it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You have the glue gun so close to the break... Don't burn me with it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If u don't want to fix it give him the glue gun. He'll take care of it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-803227941296561717?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/803227941296561717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=803227941296561717&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/803227941296561717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/803227941296561717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2008/11/confused-annoyed-heart-broken-loved-all.html' title='[Confused. Annoyed. Heart-Broken. Loved] all at the same time'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-8959437968747307479</id><published>2008-10-28T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T14:18:33.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed OUT!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I have missed all of the fun stuff. I missed the homecoming football game, which we lost.&lt;br /&gt;I missed several &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;opportunities&lt;/span&gt; to blog these past few days. I had my wisdom teeth taken out. Although I was in much pain, my little brother enjoyed laughing at me while I was "doped up" on my medicine. He proceeded to school yesterday to tell all of my friends about my "electrically charged" kitty cat. *LONG STORY* Anyway, just an update about this past homecoming week...&lt;br /&gt;It went great! Juniors and Seniors tied the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Powderpuff&lt;/span&gt; game. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;! Go Juniors :) Dress up days were fun. Parades, bonfires, and bashing other school's mascots is gone yet again for another year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is too bad that I only get to do it for one more year... WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a Happy and Safe Halloween. Don't take candy from strangers and be sure to floss your teeth.&lt;br /&gt;Until next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Britany&lt;/span&gt; &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way... don't forget about my not Halloween Party November 1. Hope to see you all here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-8959437968747307479?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/8959437968747307479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=8959437968747307479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/8959437968747307479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/8959437968747307479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2008/10/missed-out.html' title='Missed OUT!'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-6528568303381026893</id><published>2008-10-19T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T09:50:30.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GO BAND!!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday the band went to festival in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Effingham&lt;/span&gt;. We participated in festival and competition. It went great!!! The band was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; and everything turned out pretty good. It was about 50-60 degrees all day and it looked like it was going to snow. I almost froze to death in my dress... but it was worth it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Festival grades: Band: Excellent*&lt;br /&gt;Drums:Excellent*Drum Major: Excellent (that's me!!)*&lt;br /&gt;Visual Effect: Excellent&lt;br /&gt;Guard: Good&lt;br /&gt;Dance: Good&lt;br /&gt;Overall: Good&lt;br /&gt;*we got three trophies for that!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Competition&lt;/span&gt; was later in the evening... and it was much colder. It warmed up just before we went on the field and the temperature dropped back down as soon as we got off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Competition grades:&lt;br /&gt;Band:Good&lt;br /&gt;Drums: Excellent*&lt;br /&gt;Drum Major: Excellent*&lt;br /&gt;Visual Effect: Excellent&lt;br /&gt;Guard: Excellent*&lt;br /&gt;Dance: Good&lt;br /&gt;Overall: Good&lt;br /&gt;*we got three trophies for that, too!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best the band has done at festival in years and it is the first time we have done competition. Congratulations to all of my band, guard, and dance girls... I am proud of every single one of you! Your hard work paid off, and of course we couldn't have done it without our amazing director, Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Denton&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to congratulate the drum line one more time... John and Josh, you guys are amazing, I cannot believe you have only been playing for three months! Great job!! We're gonna miss you next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and great job guard! You guys stepped it up and took charge! Even though you lost two people this week, you did AMAZING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Marching Band: a group of people walking with regular and steady steps of equal length, while making beautiful formations and playing exciting musical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;compositions&lt;/span&gt;. Webster gave it definition. Drum majors make it happen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-6528568303381026893?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/6528568303381026893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=6528568303381026893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/6528568303381026893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/6528568303381026893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2008/10/go-band.html' title='GO BAND!!!'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-7123783811028898800</id><published>2008-10-16T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T15:43:13.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>broken computers, babies, and birthday parties...</title><content type='html'>Broken computers-&lt;br /&gt;my computer has been in the shop. IDK what was wrong with it, but its all better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies-&lt;br /&gt;YAY! I am pleased to announce the birth of Nathanael Adam and Ashtyn Craig. My Aunt Candy had her twins on Tuesday, October 7. They are cute and healthy. Pray that they stay that way... LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday parties-&lt;br /&gt;I had a long weekend, which was spent with my new baby cousins and my BFF Katie!! Her birthday was yesterday. Happy Birthday Katie! [again...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else is new really except that my Mommy rolls the best crescent rolls in the world!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and band festival is this weekend and two flag girls quit this past week... Pray for the band, dance, and flag team. I think we're shooting for superior. We are kicking butt and taking names later!&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;Britany &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-7123783811028898800?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/7123783811028898800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=7123783811028898800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/7123783811028898800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/7123783811028898800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2008/10/broken-computers-babies-and-birthday.html' title='broken computers, babies, and birthday parties...'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-5597614378196424919</id><published>2008-10-06T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T14:43:51.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Powderpuff Practice...</title><content type='html'>Starts tonight!! I am so excited. Our game is going to be on October 20! Powderpuff  football is a tradition at my school. The first night of homecoming week is our game. The junior and senior girls get to play football against each other and the boys are our cheerleaders! I am so excited and ready!! Go juniors!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-5597614378196424919?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/5597614378196424919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=5597614378196424919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/5597614378196424919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/5597614378196424919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2008/10/powderpuff-practice.html' title='Powderpuff Practice...'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-7977634800108799178</id><published>2008-10-01T15:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T15:37:07.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is his problem?!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so there is this guy I know. Sometimes I think he likes me... sometimes I think hes in love with me, other times he can't stand me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is an extreme love-hate relationship, but why does it have to continue to be this way? I wish my dreams would come true. Elizabeth Bowen once said, "when you love someone all of your saved-up wishes start to come out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My saved-up wishes have overflowed lately! What is my problem!!! I can't deal with this person... I hate how much I love him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Robert told me "Love is like the wind, it can blow east or it can blow west. You may not know the right direction to go, but if you just jump into the air the wind will take you wherever fate desires."&lt;br /&gt;That is what I am living by today. I am letting the wind take me. I am letting the stars work their magic.&lt;br /&gt;I wished on a shooting star last night, I hope it comes true. It was my only saved-up wish in the world and last night seemed like the right night to wish it.&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;Britany &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-7977634800108799178?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/7977634800108799178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=7977634800108799178&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/7977634800108799178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/7977634800108799178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-is-his-problem.html' title='What is his problem?!'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-1276052642335762605</id><published>2008-09-28T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T09:02:33.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finally 17!</title><content type='html'>My birthday was Friday and it was awsome. I went out with my family and my best friend, Katie, Friday night and I got my ears pierced again. It was a great birthday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-1276052642335762605?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/1276052642335762605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=1276052642335762605&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/1276052642335762605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/1276052642335762605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2008/09/finally-17.html' title='finally 17!'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-2106215667667542226</id><published>2008-09-25T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T14:17:05.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>overcome by randomness!</title><content type='html'>I was sitting on my front porch thinking about how mad I am! I have been written up yet again... for the same thing, same day, two different teachers! UGH!!! Stupid dress code!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway... I am eating sunflower seeds on my porch and i realize that Coke and Pepsi always try to one up each other. If Coke makes one thing Pepsi makes something very similar and vice-versa. Potato chip companies don' do that...&lt;br /&gt;there are no two chips like Cheetos!&lt;br /&gt;Why is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just my random thought of the day...&lt;br /&gt;OH guess what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Birthday Countdown... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1 day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Until next time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Britany &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-2106215667667542226?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/2106215667667542226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=2106215667667542226&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/2106215667667542226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/2106215667667542226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2008/09/overcome-by-randomness.html' title='overcome by randomness!'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-8296978940571596557</id><published>2008-09-24T13:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T13:40:17.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drive for Five is now Four!!!</title><content type='html'>My AP teacher has this little phrase we go by; "the drive for five begins with me."&lt;br /&gt;It is all about five major tests we have to take this year. Today we knocked out numero uno!!!  YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I could count this as a slightly early birthday present. The state of GA gave us a really easy topic to write on. I had to decide whether or not I think the driving age should be made higher or remain the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was against raising it, then I was for it... but now I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;What do you think...&lt;br /&gt;should the driving age be raised for students who have not had driver's ed and those who have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to hearing from you!&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;br /&gt;Britany &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Birthday countdown... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-8296978940571596557?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/8296978940571596557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=8296978940571596557&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/8296978940571596557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/8296978940571596557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2008/09/drive-for-five-is-now-four.html' title='Drive for Five is now Four!!!'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-5441345730033791017</id><published>2008-09-23T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T13:20:47.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickly!</title><content type='html'>I have been sick for the whole entire weekend. I skipped school yesterday to go to the doctor. I have some sort of virus... I think it's the TIRED virus.&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do makes me really sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;I think sleep even makes me sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Twitter: napping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;Britany &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-5441345730033791017?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/5441345730033791017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=5441345730033791017&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/5441345730033791017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/5441345730033791017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2008/09/sickly.html' title='Sickly!'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-8491234636454922906</id><published>2008-09-15T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T12:51:39.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH!!</title><content type='html'>Life is funny to me! Funny in a bad way! I have come to a realization today the difference between people in high school and kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine likes my ex-boyfriend. Strange, I shouldn't care, but I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;Then I got to thinking about it, in kindergarten we didn't care about stupid stuff like this. Friends were friends no matter what happened. Girls had 10 boyfriends and boys had 10 girlfriends and it was acceptable... ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do stupid things like this cause so much drama? I wish that life were dramaless [my new word]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that everybodys week goes great... and ours gets better!&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for my friend and I and the drama to be squashed!&lt;br /&gt;Until next time....&lt;br /&gt;Britany &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-8491234636454922906?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/8491234636454922906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=8491234636454922906&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/8491234636454922906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/8491234636454922906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2008/09/ugh.html' title='UGH!!'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-8120605597722131392</id><published>2008-09-08T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T15:04:46.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Enough Time</title><content type='html'>Oh man! There is never enough time in the day to do all of the nothing I want! Or all of the somethings....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so busy lately! I have never had so much homework and stuff to do! Usually I come home, clean up and do homework. I am done by 5 or 6 and I get to do whatever I want until bed time...not anymore!!! I am taking some pretty hard classes this semester! I have Chemistry, Trig, and AP Language. I do take Band as well but that is pretty much just class until Thursday and Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have homework in every hard class... Chem, Trig, and AP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the GHSGWT (Georgia High School Graduation Writing Test) is coming up for all of the juniors! Lucky us!&lt;br /&gt;We took a mock test a few weeks ago and I exceeded with a 488! WOOT! Unfortunately 3/5 of the juniors failed. That means there is "peer tutoring" going on after school from now until September 24. I am a peer tutor! Monday through Wednesday I tutor from 3:15 to 4:15 and Thursdays from 3:15 to 4, where I leave for band practice. Fun stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me and my patience so I don't have a nervous breakdown, I feel one building up.&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;Britany &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-8120605597722131392?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/8120605597722131392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=8120605597722131392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/8120605597722131392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/8120605597722131392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2008/09/never-enough-time.html' title='Never Enough Time'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-9067004046507275241</id><published>2008-08-30T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T12:25:46.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Weekend Plans... RUINED!</title><content type='html'>Most everybody read my blog about KILL THE HILL.&lt;br /&gt;Our first game of the season...&lt;br /&gt;this is how it went...&lt;br /&gt;Friday afternoon I came home and got dressed all pretty in my drum major unitor.m. As I was getting ready it started to thunder like crazy, which later turned into lightning and rain. By about 7 the rain had stopped! I  marched the band out to the football field and we did pre-game [which was AWSOME] After pre-game we marched to the stands where we were given the annoncement the game had been postponed due to lighting in the area. We went back in the band room until 8:00--the game was back on! I once again lined up the band and we marched down to the field. As we got to the stands, the POWER WENT OUT! At 9:00 Dr. D came and told us to pack it up and go home. I was soo mad! The game was played early this morning, and I missed it because I had to go to a carwash. I called a friend of mine every 45 min. to get an update... we lost &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;24 TO 22!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we had a carwash and the game was at the same time, I missed it.... not only did I miss our game, but I also missed the Georgia/ Georgia Southern game at Pastor David's! This weekend has turned out pretty bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, we made $206 at the car wash and I am going out tonight with my mommy and some of her friends. I hope that the weekend improves and is full of fun from now on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time!&lt;br /&gt;Britany &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-9067004046507275241?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/9067004046507275241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=9067004046507275241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/9067004046507275241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/9067004046507275241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2008/08/all-weekend-plans-ruined.html' title='All Weekend Plans... RUINED!'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-2000053732122448618</id><published>2008-08-27T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T13:43:01.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KILL THE HILL!!!</title><content type='html'>YES!!! Football season is here once again! I love football!!! Go DAWGS! &lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until Friday night and Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;So... Friday night is our school's first football game of the season. We are playing Richmond Hill. [For those of you who do not know Richmond Hill, Pembroke and Ellabell are all the same county. We are separated into North and South by Fort Stewart. South would be Richmond Hill.]&lt;br /&gt;Every year the biggest game of the season is BCHS vs. Richmond Hill! This year we will KILL THE HILL!!!!! (Go Skins!) Regardless of the fact that this game is not a region contest, it gives bragging rights away for a whole entire year!!! I think we are going to step it up and KILL THE HILL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Georgia vs. Georgia Southern...&lt;br /&gt;Go Dawgs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its going to be a great weekend filled with football fanatics!&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited about everything!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pray that everything goes great with the band... (this will be my first halftime performance where I will direct WOOT!) and pray that the football players walk off the field without any injuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update you on the games!&lt;br /&gt;Britany &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-2000053732122448618?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/2000053732122448618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=2000053732122448618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/2000053732122448618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/2000053732122448618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2008/08/kill-hill.html' title='KILL THE HILL!!!'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-1557059625185940929</id><published>2008-08-21T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:17:11.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heartbreaker...</title><content type='html'>Wow this week has been pretty crazy so far! Thank God I have my friends and other people.&lt;br /&gt;Pastor David brought an awsome message on Tuesday night at the Vein! It really touched my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends at school are so awsome and supportive in everything I do. For example...&lt;br /&gt;one of my friends that I have known since PreK (who is a boy) asked me to go out on a date with him. I thought very long and hard about it. Then I did go out with him. Today I decided to tell him I don't like him like that. It was hard because I know how it feels to be dumped. Surprisingly the boy took it very well and said it was okay and he understands. I hope that he was telling the truth. He did tell me he saw it coming though... at least he did, I didn't!&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me and for the boy... and all my friends and people!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;Britany &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-1557059625185940929?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/1557059625185940929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=1557059625185940929&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/1557059625185940929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/1557059625185940929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2008/08/heartbreaker.html' title='The Heartbreaker...'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-6889717486293057000</id><published>2008-08-18T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T14:08:07.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revival</title><content type='html'>This week I am going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; busy!!! School has started back and I am already stressing out over things I haven't done yet! Trig is going to get the best of me! I have to get my wisdom teeth taken out and people are stupid! This year our band uniforms were not going to be red. Our school colors are red, black, and white. My uniform is black and white, the band was going to wear all black, and the color guard/dance team were going to wear gold and silver...&lt;br /&gt;We had to send back all of the uniforms but mine. Now I have to go buy red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;accessories&lt;/span&gt; and the color guard lost money on custom made uniforms! Please pray for us. We need it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to give a shout out to all my peoples helping me through this! Katie, don't get too far... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Britany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-6889717486293057000?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/6889717486293057000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=6889717486293057000&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/6889717486293057000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/6889717486293057000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2008/08/revival.html' title='Revival'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-3701585179948843447</id><published>2008-08-04T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T14:50:34.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Week of Freedom...</title><content type='html'>Our summer break is almost over... Friday is the first ay of school. Although I am looking forward to it I will miss my summer break! I sleep late, do what I want to, crash at Katie's pretty much every weekend, and swim like a fish! Sadly its almost over, but the journey of being a Junior is about to begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I went school shopping then I went to Katie's! [of course]&lt;br /&gt;We went swimming at 9:30 on account of severe sunburn from Monday and Wednesday. We swam [and made up our own version of synchronized swimming, LOL] until about 11:00! It was so much fun! I floated on my back and watched the stars and sometime during this amazing fun I decided swimming is much better at night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the biggest thing I learned this summer?&lt;br /&gt;NEVER SWIM FOR THREE-FOUR HOURS WITH &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO SUNSCREEN!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're talking severe pain to the point where it hurts to talk with expression because you must avoid scrunching your nose and forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;Britany &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-3701585179948843447?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/3701585179948843447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=3701585179948843447&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/3701585179948843447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/3701585179948843447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-week-of-freedom.html' title='Last Week of Freedom...'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-586017104887514107</id><published>2008-08-01T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T08:01:52.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Reward</title><content type='html'>As most of you know this summer I volunteered at a Doctors Office. My mom is the manager there so I went with her everyday. I was given the very long, hard task of thinning out the files. If you have ever done this you know what I mean... If you haven't I'll clue you in&lt;br /&gt;Step 1 pull chart&lt;br /&gt;Step 2 look for the last date of service&lt;br /&gt;Step 3 get rid of chart or update and file back&lt;br /&gt;Step 4 repeat until EVERY CHART IN THE OFFICE HAS BEEN DONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was boring and repetitive and people got in the way. In between doing all of this I answered phones sent faxes took refills on prescriptions and anything else you can imagine, including weighing patients, taking their temp, and thier pulse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am being rewarded.... The doctor went to my favorite mall and got me a gift card! Thanks Doc!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-586017104887514107?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/586017104887514107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=586017104887514107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/586017104887514107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/586017104887514107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2008/08/unexpected-reward.html' title='Unexpected Reward'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-4653569865698930817</id><published>2008-07-30T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T14:59:16.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Band Finale</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day of band camp. This week and a half have flown by very quickly. I am so excited! I am really looking forward to working with band this year. I have loved music my whole life. I love to sing and I love to be in band. These past two years we had a band director who put a very sour taste in my mouth about band. We have been greatly blessed with our new band director (Dr. D)! Not only is Dr. D awsome with helping us but he has brought in some people he knows to help in different areas. We have Daniel who helps with the drum line and Leah who helps the trumpets and gives me pointers on drum majoring. So, this is my praise for the Lord! Thanks so much for these awsome people and all thier time in making us sound amazingly awsome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;br /&gt;Britany &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-4653569865698930817?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/4653569865698930817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=4653569865698930817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/4653569865698930817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/4653569865698930817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2008/07/band-finale.html' title='The Band Finale'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-3674893134340834393</id><published>2008-07-27T15:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T15:40:39.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Fun</title><content type='html'>This weekend was tons of fun! Saturday I went canoeing with my Daddy. Saturday night I spent the night with my Nanny (grandma). This morning I went to church. This afternoon I hung out with a very good friend of mine, Jessie. She graduated this year so we aren't going to be able to spend so much time together. It was nice to just hang out all afternoon. We went to the mall and wal-mart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Katie... by the way, Sunday August 10 we have to sing at Beulah... just thought you'd like to know ;) ILY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning I'm sleeping late and meeting some friends for lunch, pizza and then a few rounds of pool. I hope I play good tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all of your prayers for everything. Say a special prayer for all of my friends who are in need of anything. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-3674893134340834393?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/3674893134340834393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=3674893134340834393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/3674893134340834393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/3674893134340834393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-fun.html' title='Just Fun'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-4983437099623664162</id><published>2008-07-24T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T06:30:51.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drum Major goes to.........</title><content type='html'>ME!!! I am so excited! I have prayed that the Lord would use me to help better our band in whatever way possible, I am the Drum Major this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone I know made me a little mad about this situation though. I did miss church Wednesday night because I had to be at practice. When I called this person to let them know I wouldn't be there they told me that it was my decision but not to put band before church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my defense, yes, I did miss church, but I was and will be witnessing to the band this whole entire year! It is my job to set an example for others to follow. I am going to make a conscientious effort to act the way I know a Christian person should. So far I am doing a great job at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me to remain calm and collected in times of stress and to make an impact on others through my leadership position. Thanks! Peace Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-4983437099623664162?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/4983437099623664162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=4983437099623664162&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/4983437099623664162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/4983437099623664162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2008/07/drum-major-goes-to.html' title='Drum Major goes to.........'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-8097243107222988690</id><published>2008-07-22T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T12:40:10.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BAND CAMP!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was our first day of band camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a new teacher. He seems to be sooo much better than the previous band director. Most of you know what I mean when I say he was absolutely nuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more unnecessary screaming, punishments, and time wasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to this marching season. Pray that it will be extremely successful and that our band will multiply tremendously! As of right now we have about 15 very dedicated members who have been a part of this band, despite crazy teachers, since 6th grade. Our show is 70's themed. I will tell you are pieces as soon as I find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray that I make Drum Major! That would really ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all of your prayers and support! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-8097243107222988690?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/8097243107222988690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=8097243107222988690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/8097243107222988690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/8097243107222988690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2008/07/band-camp.html' title='BAND CAMP!'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-5997415065840527934</id><published>2008-07-21T11:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T11:29:00.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Finally....</title><content type='html'>I am back from vacation! I had tons of fun, but it is great to be home.&lt;br /&gt;We went tons of places and done all kinds of fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I am having technical difficulties with adding pictures for you to see.&lt;br /&gt;I unfortunatly did miss the remainder of VBS but I was told it was a huge sucess! The kids had a lot of fun and we are all looking forward to next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a random question for you though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever caught bubbles with your tongue?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-5997415065840527934?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/5997415065840527934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=5997415065840527934&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/5997415065840527934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/5997415065840527934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2008/07/home-finally.html' title='Home Finally....'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-1507792011643612538</id><published>2008-07-14T17:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T18:02:48.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUN!!!</title><content type='html'>This past week has been amazingly awsome!!! This past weekend I spent time with my best friend Katie! We witnessed together through song at my church. Everybody loved it! Today I went to our local water park with my friends Meredith and Tosha and my brother. We had so much fun! Starting Sunday night I have been helping out at Vacation Bible School at Katie's church. I am having such a good time watching these kids in my class learn about Jesus. I am also enjoying spending time with a friend I have known since Pre-K, Cody. It amazes me how much we influence these children, just by singing and dancing. It makes me realize that I should be careful with the decisions I make, I am a role model, I am a hero. WOW! Me! A HERO! Unfortunatly I will miss the last three nights with my kids. I am leaving Wednesday morning to go on vacation with my family... to the mountains!!! I will fill you in on all the fun! Saturday when I get back I will be with Katie... we have to sing at her church on Sunday. Pray for us :)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-1507792011643612538?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/1507792011643612538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=1507792011643612538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/1507792011643612538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/1507792011643612538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2008/07/fun.html' title='FUN!!!'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-8527424483422227433</id><published>2008-07-06T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T17:01:06.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Church play</title><content type='html'>The party was great... nobody was injured by our kamikaze fireworks. LOL! Today I went to my church. It is strange to me how such Christian people assume so much. I have been visiting another church very often lately and most of the congregation at my church think I haven't been going at all. I am praying hard for them. And me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our YouthGroup finally has a name. AfterShock Ministries (Acts 4:31) YAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;We are working on t-shirts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AfterShock Ministries is preparing a play that I know will touch the hearts of everyone who sees it. Pray for us to get this thing rolling!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your prayers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-8527424483422227433?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/8527424483422227433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=8527424483422227433&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/8527424483422227433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/8527424483422227433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2008/07/church-play.html' title='Church play'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-5943067224701628636</id><published>2008-07-03T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T10:47:57.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today... HOME!</title><content type='html'>Today I am at home... all day. Nothing to do, nobody to see. Sometimes it feels good to be able to stay home from work and just chill out. I do have to clean up for our 4th of July/Birthday Party for my brother tomorrow. Pray that everything goes great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-5943067224701628636?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/5943067224701628636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=5943067224701628636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/5943067224701628636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/5943067224701628636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-home.html' title='Today... HOME!'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-5956088723565508082</id><published>2008-06-30T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T12:50:32.128-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='praise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lord'/><title type='text'>Work for the Lord</title><content type='html'>Every day I work I meet new people, along with the regular crowd including my close friends and family. It is so strange to me that I can touch somebody's heart just by bringing their food, refilling their sweet tea, and pouring creamer in their coffee. There is an older man, in his late 80s) who I see two times every single day I work. He always comes to eat with his daughter. These are two of the Godliest people I know. This man always is so sweet. I find joy in seeing him smile and bless his food. He praises the Lord every time you tell him a good story. I pray that I will become more and more like this man. He loves the Lord more than anything on this earth! It is so heart-touching! Keep praying for me! Thanks! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-5956088723565508082?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/5956088723565508082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=5956088723565508082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/5956088723565508082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/5956088723565508082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2008/06/work-for-lord.html' title='Work for the Lord'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-945989808147509765.post-2509186750311457076</id><published>2008-06-28T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T14:31:29.940-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SuperWoW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Changing the World One Day at a Time</title><content type='html'>This is my first blog. I am sixteen and I love Jesus! I love to sing! I just got back from SuperWOW! Aaron challenged us to pour our lives into three people. By doing this I will fall into Deep Water with the Lord and I will be witnessing to others. Please pray for me and my three people. Eventually I hope my three will pour into three more and so on. This would be truely amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/945989808147509765-2509186750311457076?l=britanyislegend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/feeds/2509186750311457076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=945989808147509765&amp;postID=2509186750311457076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/2509186750311457076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/945989808147509765/posts/default/2509186750311457076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britanyislegend.blogspot.com/2008/06/changing-world-one-day-at-time.html' title='Changing the World One Day at a Time'/><author><name>Britany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18056625074237167430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VNRlLEcuYrs/SjL9TvflE0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/QjX3vNLeo4s/S220/new+hair+again.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
