<?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-265671075512007341</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:14:49.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>F-O-X!!! BAM</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femilyoxx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265671075512007341/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femilyoxx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emily Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103645975118563352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFqifNLjq2Y/SV6ZmUTkxKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jY8jhANJTQM/S220/Snapshot_20081221_34.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265671075512007341.post-1138276578833291534</id><published>2009-01-24T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T19:54:35.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dj F-O-X!</title><content type='html'>yay i'm getting a turntable woot friggin woot yeah i am uber excited. i've wanted one for awhile now i'm for real getting one like tomorrow ahhhhh oh and i'm gettin the chord for my camera. i was sad that we didn't get to make a cher music video but i'm over it. it's all good. oh and i'm getting a cute is what we aim for vinyl for my new turn table. chica chica yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265671075512007341-1138276578833291534?l=femilyoxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femilyoxx.blogspot.com/feeds/1138276578833291534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265671075512007341&amp;postID=1138276578833291534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265671075512007341/posts/default/1138276578833291534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265671075512007341/posts/default/1138276578833291534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femilyoxx.blogspot.com/2009/01/dj-f-o-x.html' title='dj F-O-X!'/><author><name>Emily Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103645975118563352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFqifNLjq2Y/SV6ZmUTkxKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jY8jhANJTQM/S220/Snapshot_20081221_34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265671075512007341.post-5723659941959514795</id><published>2009-01-21T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T14:03:01.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you believe in life after love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh&lt;/span&gt; i hate driving with my mom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grrrrr&lt;/span&gt; she is so annoying. it's like an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;omfg&lt;/span&gt; you are so annoying moment. she's all like "slowdown get on your side SLOW DOWN GET ON YOUR SIDE EMILY!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; like i am mom stop yelling then she'll be all like "&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;TURN  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TURN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;TURN &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TURN! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TURN! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;oH&lt;/span&gt; MY&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; GOD &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TURN!"&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; no joke like i want us to drive of the side of the road. and she does this thing with her hand where i can only see it out of the corner of my eye but she points like for me to get over and usually i just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ignore&lt;/span&gt; her but to day she did it like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;constantly&lt;/span&gt; and i was driving fine and i finally told her to stop and she was all like" well if you would listen to me i wouldn't have to do it don't get med just pay attention" i was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;STFU&lt;/span&gt; seriously i have driven on this road all like 10 times you've let me drive. and i always just say "I KNOW". so we stopped at this gas station and i put on some i set my friends on fire just to piss her off and she was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww&lt;/span&gt; (no joke she said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;eww&lt;/span&gt;) how can you listen to this and i go "it's so i can't hear you nagging". oh and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;earlier&lt;/span&gt; when she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;driving&lt;/span&gt; put on this cool &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;beat boxing&lt;/span&gt; version on the lion sleeps tonight and she was like this so so stupid then she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;initaing&lt;/span&gt; the guy  and would not stop i was like did you just turn five cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; how you are acting. so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to find more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;beat boxing&lt;/span&gt; songs and make her listen too them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;muwahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;jaydubaya&lt;/span&gt; thinks it's a good idea (and she called me stupid when i told her about my babies). &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FER REAL LADY WHAT CRAWLED IN YOUR TOE AND PEED &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;KK&lt;/span&gt; BACK OFF DUDE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;GGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265671075512007341-5723659941959514795?l=femilyoxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femilyoxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5723659941959514795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265671075512007341&amp;postID=5723659941959514795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265671075512007341/posts/default/5723659941959514795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265671075512007341/posts/default/5723659941959514795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femilyoxx.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-you-believe-in-life-after-love.html' title='do you believe in life after love'/><author><name>Emily Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103645975118563352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFqifNLjq2Y/SV6ZmUTkxKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jY8jhANJTQM/S220/Snapshot_20081221_34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265671075512007341.post-4985892011265091442</id><published>2009-01-17T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T09:49:01.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nants ingonyama bagithi baba- i love the lion king</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so the new semester started last week but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;whatev&lt;/span&gt; but i like my classes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; i have art first block and i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; really going to like it even though the class has like 6 posers in it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; live cause i have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;rp&lt;/span&gt;. second i have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;eniglish&lt;/span&gt; with dangler and i don't like her at all she sucks. third i have human &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Anatomy&lt;/span&gt; with ms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Poole&lt;/span&gt; who is like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;legally&lt;/span&gt; insane but her class is always fun and there i only like 13 of us it's good. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Finlay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;fourth&lt;/span&gt; is band kill me i so hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;mr&lt;/span&gt;.r he drives me up the wall like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;retared&lt;/span&gt; mouse on crack &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; fur-real man gosh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;whatev&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; all for that. oh i sometimes give &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;rw&lt;/span&gt; a ride to work and it's fine i don't mind (weather it rains of shines) so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; i gave her a ride (like i did your dad last night) and the back seat was full of dog and hay so she rode up front with me and i sat in the middle and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;made&lt;/span&gt; it look like i was supposed to be there so we could drive past the cop then my mom was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; we're good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt; sit in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Emily's&lt;/span&gt; lap so we tried that but i saw another cop and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;opened&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;legs&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;rw&lt;/span&gt; fell into the floor and we were laughing so hard so we were stopped at the light in front of home-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;depo&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;rw&lt;/span&gt; was still in the floor and who drives up next to us but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;robby&lt;/span&gt; and clay i was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;rachel&lt;/span&gt; don't look don't look don't look and what did she do she looked cause she sucks i averted my eye super fast and they rolled down their window to say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; but then we drove off i was quite interesting oh well&lt;br /&gt;and the we went to the pig barn and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;timmy&lt;/span&gt; met me there so i could &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;give&lt;/span&gt; him his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Cd's&lt;/span&gt; and i went home then while i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt; my cat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;cody&lt;/span&gt; had like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;seizure&lt;/span&gt; twice and i was like freaking out and i googled it and i thought he had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;melanoma&lt;/span&gt; but now i think he just pulled a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;muscle&lt;/span&gt; or something cause he is supper old.... this is like the longest one ever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;hermmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265671075512007341-4985892011265091442?l=femilyoxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femilyoxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4985892011265091442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265671075512007341&amp;postID=4985892011265091442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265671075512007341/posts/default/4985892011265091442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265671075512007341/posts/default/4985892011265091442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femilyoxx.blogspot.com/2009/01/nants-ingonyama-bagithi-baba-i-love.html' title='Nants ingonyama bagithi baba- i love the lion king'/><author><name>Emily Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103645975118563352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFqifNLjq2Y/SV6ZmUTkxKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jY8jhANJTQM/S220/Snapshot_20081221_34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265671075512007341.post-5936662484700149901</id><published>2009-01-05T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:51:19.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>phoebe♫</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Phoebe&lt;/span&gt; is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hamster&lt;/span&gt; that i keep in this box heather gave me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nifty&lt;/span&gt; bracelet in and he likes peanuts. yes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Phoebe&lt;/span&gt; is a he and he is the best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hamster&lt;/span&gt; ever. he wears a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kevlar&lt;/span&gt; jacket so when i shake his box it makes a pretty sound &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a sick person&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265671075512007341-5936662484700149901?l=femilyoxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femilyoxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5936662484700149901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265671075512007341&amp;postID=5936662484700149901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265671075512007341/posts/default/5936662484700149901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265671075512007341/posts/default/5936662484700149901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femilyoxx.blogspot.com/2009/01/phoebe.html' title='phoebe♫'/><author><name>Emily Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103645975118563352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFqifNLjq2Y/SV6ZmUTkxKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jY8jhANJTQM/S220/Snapshot_20081221_34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265671075512007341.post-5779895830532743067</id><published>2009-01-03T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T19:12:27.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heather</title><content type='html'>OK I've called heather like 10 times today and she has yet to respond and it's kinda important &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grrrrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265671075512007341-5779895830532743067?l=femilyoxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femilyoxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5779895830532743067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265671075512007341&amp;postID=5779895830532743067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265671075512007341/posts/default/5779895830532743067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265671075512007341/posts/default/5779895830532743067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femilyoxx.blogspot.com/2009/01/heather.html' title='Heather'/><author><name>Emily Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103645975118563352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFqifNLjq2Y/SV6ZmUTkxKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jY8jhANJTQM/S220/Snapshot_20081221_34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265671075512007341.post-7345770235548266625</id><published>2009-01-02T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T15:30:11.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>such is life</title><content type='html'>I HAVE TO PEE so bad my leg is shaking oh and today i melted like ten &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;candles&lt;/span&gt; because i love fire but in the process i stuck this metal thing in there with wax on it and it got hot so i laid it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt; and it had these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;diamond&lt;/span&gt; shapes cut out of it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cause&lt;/span&gt; its a fingernail file not the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;point&lt;/span&gt; but i put my hand on it cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a dumb ass and now i have these burns on my hand in the shape of diamonds and it hurt but they kinda look cool and i want them to stay sorta but sorta not ya know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;idk&lt;/span&gt; but now they are all red and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bumpy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;f'n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ewwwwwww&lt;/span&gt;. on and there is wax all over my computer and desk oh darn don't tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Mommy&lt;/span&gt; i swears i won't do it again. and (i know don't start a sentence with and so bite me) i have been deprived from human interaction for like 6 hours &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;cause&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;beth&lt;/span&gt; is sick and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; all alone in my big bad house and i think the spell check just stopped working cause watch i can do this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ksdfhuaskefh&lt;/span&gt; and it does noting in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;return&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;humph&lt;/span&gt; oh well grrrrrrrrr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265671075512007341-7345770235548266625?l=femilyoxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femilyoxx.blogspot.com/feeds/7345770235548266625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265671075512007341&amp;postID=7345770235548266625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265671075512007341/posts/default/7345770235548266625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265671075512007341/posts/default/7345770235548266625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femilyoxx.blogspot.com/2009/01/such-is-life.html' title='such is life'/><author><name>Emily Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103645975118563352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFqifNLjq2Y/SV6ZmUTkxKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jY8jhANJTQM/S220/Snapshot_20081221_34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265671075512007341.post-7567293932601089250</id><published>2009-01-02T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T14:43:28.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so this is my first one in like months but hey here i am what can i say. so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; is over and my relatives are gone&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thank jebus. i got a video camera and now me and my dogs are going to be youtube stars. idk now i remember why i never did this my life is sooooooo uninteresting grrrrrrrr oh well...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265671075512007341-7567293932601089250?l=femilyoxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femilyoxx.blogspot.com/feeds/7567293932601089250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265671075512007341&amp;postID=7567293932601089250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265671075512007341/posts/default/7567293932601089250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265671075512007341/posts/default/7567293932601089250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femilyoxx.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Emily Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103645975118563352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFqifNLjq2Y/SV6ZmUTkxKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jY8jhANJTQM/S220/Snapshot_20081221_34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265671075512007341.post-8499793253060092246</id><published>2008-06-25T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T17:27:34.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cute is what we aim for</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so i just bought the new cute is what we aim for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CD&lt;/span&gt; and i love it so much i don't think there is a song on it that i don't love it just that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; and very few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CD&lt;/span&gt; do i love all the songs to so it quite kick ass. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; you buy it and go see get smart cause it very funny and cute. oh and heather i have a pic of you for you that i think you'll like&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265671075512007341-8499793253060092246?l=femilyoxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femilyoxx.blogspot.com/feeds/8499793253060092246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265671075512007341&amp;postID=8499793253060092246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265671075512007341/posts/default/8499793253060092246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265671075512007341/posts/default/8499793253060092246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femilyoxx.blogspot.com/2008/06/cute-is-what-we-aim-for.html' title='cute is what we aim for'/><author><name>Emily Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103645975118563352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFqifNLjq2Y/SV6ZmUTkxKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jY8jhANJTQM/S220/Snapshot_20081221_34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265671075512007341.post-8648289355253772373</id><published>2008-06-21T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T08:46:29.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>frickin shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so yesterday i went to the relay for life thing and it was fun and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; have to say about that. today i had to work the FARMERS MARKET. oh yeah i was up at like six and had to be there at like 7:30. so i get there and i get handed a broom and one of those bucket dust pan thing i was like for real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grrr&lt;/span&gt; so then these probation guys show up and they were wearing orange vest and i was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;omfg&lt;/span&gt;. so i walked around and swept and hung out with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lisa&lt;/span&gt; cause her mom had a booth thingy. then this guy was like do you want an orange vest i was like do you want me to he was like yeah.(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;GRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;) so there i am in this orange vest with a broom and dust pan. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lisa&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jake&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;relentlessly&lt;/span&gt; made fun of me and it was hot and my leg hurt. (i hate my life) so like four hours later &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Beth&lt;/span&gt; came to get me. so was gong to dump my trash but i couldn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;find&lt;/span&gt; a trash can so i grew some balls and asked one of the scary jail dudes what i should do with the trash and he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;goe&lt;/span&gt; " well putting in a trash can would work theirs one down by the door that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;found&lt;/span&gt; was very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;accommodating&lt;/span&gt;" i go" OK &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;douche&lt;/span&gt;" then the other jail dude was nice and was like you can put in this bag here. i was all like thanks. while the o&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ther&lt;/span&gt; one behind me rambled on about trash i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;GRRRRR&lt;/span&gt; i hate ass holes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265671075512007341-8648289355253772373?l=femilyoxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femilyoxx.blogspot.com/feeds/8648289355253772373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265671075512007341&amp;postID=8648289355253772373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265671075512007341/posts/default/8648289355253772373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265671075512007341/posts/default/8648289355253772373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femilyoxx.blogspot.com/2008/06/ok-so-yesterday-i-went-to-relay-for.html' title='frickin shit'/><author><name>Emily Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103645975118563352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFqifNLjq2Y/SV6ZmUTkxKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jY8jhANJTQM/S220/Snapshot_20081221_34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265671075512007341.post-1808995021674862836</id><published>2008-06-13T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T19:00:02.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GGGRRRRRRRRRRRR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so last weekend  I went to a dance recital and it was kinda cool I guess. But the the people who owned the dance studio used to work at one in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nc&lt;/span&gt; and all this drama went down so now they have there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;own&lt;/span&gt; studio. The recital was cute and all the little kids sucked and it made every one go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;awwwwwwwww&lt;/span&gt;. But any way people from the old studio ( where they used to work OK) came and left these notes like they were five and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;totaly&lt;/span&gt; bashed the recital they said things like “you took something beautiful and made it ugly” I was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; well first off your ugly but then I was like how can a bunch o 5 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; standing on stage be beautiful or ugly I know they were talking about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dancing&lt;/span&gt; but for real there was little real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dancing&lt;/span&gt; to be found &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;plus&lt;/span&gt; the asses that left the notes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t  even stay till the end I was like GO HUMP A FUCKING COUCH YA HOE right I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;relay&lt;/span&gt; hate yuppies too. But then when I got home the door to my room was open.(which is a major sin in the world of EMILY) I was like whoa who did this and of cause my dad did it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;cause&lt;/span&gt; the was the only one home so I went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;GRRRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;slammed&lt;/span&gt; my door and started about how I get no privacy and just cause my room is on ground level does not mean you have a free pass to enter the “cave” and my sisters room is up stairs and they never go in there. Right? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;GRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt; then my dad was like where is the cord for your camera (he insist on using mine cause he broke his(I broke it but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;shhh&lt;/span&gt;)) I was like I don’t know looks like you raided my room so it must not be in there. Then my mom threw me the look of death that all moms have that strike the fear of gos in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;to there&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;children&lt;/span&gt; no matter how old they are so I went to my room which is like 3 feet away from the kitchen and pouted and listened to CHER for like an hour &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;GRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;. I went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt; the other day and got these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;mondo&lt;/span&gt; cute shorts and two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; bras that I would run around shirtless in cause they kick lots of ass.  Oh and on the way home from the dance thingy I said something about my hair some where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;alon&lt;/span&gt; the lines of “ yeah cause I have a wad o’ hair” and my mom goes well we can do something with it you should get it cut this summer I was like yeah and look like a clown with a f’n fro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt; no thank you Barnum and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Baily&lt;/span&gt; but I’ll pass. Then she was like well we can get you a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;staitner&lt;/span&gt; and get it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;razored&lt;/span&gt;. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;eww&lt;/span&gt; I hate that look like just no) I was like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;staitner&lt;/span&gt; that would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; have any effect on my hair would cost like 200 coin so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; don’t think you wanna spent that kind of money on my hair cause your cheep. I was like I would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;straiten&lt;/span&gt; my hair when its long  but not short ever cause I look like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;mondo&lt;/span&gt; DIKE like someone I know who name &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;sounds&lt;/span&gt; a lot like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;wachel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;babb&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Sooooooo&lt;/span&gt; no on the whole hair thing cause I kinda killed that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;discussion&lt;/span&gt; with my opinion of hair and money. Oh and I might get a new phone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt;. But it’s my money so not so much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt; kinda like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265671075512007341-1808995021674862836?l=femilyoxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femilyoxx.blogspot.com/feeds/1808995021674862836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265671075512007341&amp;postID=1808995021674862836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265671075512007341/posts/default/1808995021674862836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265671075512007341/posts/default/1808995021674862836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femilyoxx.blogspot.com/2008/06/gggrrrrrrrrrrrr.html' title='GGGRRRRRRRRRRRR'/><author><name>Emily Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103645975118563352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFqifNLjq2Y/SV6ZmUTkxKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jY8jhANJTQM/S220/Snapshot_20081221_34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265671075512007341.post-3068060371805355063</id><published>2008-06-06T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T12:37:17.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random as a man on a lawn mower in the woods</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; supposed to be telling you more about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CAMPING&lt;/span&gt; trip but i don't fell like it and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; much because i have a bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;memory&lt;/span&gt;. but i will tell yo about how my thatching phone is broken oh yeah my LIFELINE is broken and i cant afford a new one so..... call me on my house phone. me and my dad built a cage box thing for my birds and they like it i guess. this summer i will be going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Savannah&lt;/span&gt; with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;faithful&lt;/span&gt; heather and OTHERS like her mom and such. then i will maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;go up&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Virginia&lt;/span&gt;. but for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt; i get paid with MY MONEY to clean my house. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;GRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;. oh and my hand hurts for some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; reason.....YEP oh and to day i woke up at like 2 to the sound of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;a man&lt;/span&gt; on a lawnmower in the middle of the woods behind my house. wtt i know right GRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265671075512007341-3068060371805355063?l=femilyoxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femilyoxx.blogspot.com/feeds/3068060371805355063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265671075512007341&amp;postID=3068060371805355063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265671075512007341/posts/default/3068060371805355063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265671075512007341/posts/default/3068060371805355063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femilyoxx.blogspot.com/2008/06/random-as-man-on-lawn-mower-in-woods.html' title='random as a man on a lawn mower in the woods'/><author><name>Emily Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103645975118563352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFqifNLjq2Y/SV6ZmUTkxKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jY8jhANJTQM/S220/Snapshot_20081221_34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265671075512007341.post-8249845533090809448</id><published>2008-06-03T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T04:55:09.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how much ididn't hate the camping trip</title><content type='html'>so it wasn't so bad. but those huge flying bugs were every where and loud but whatever. there was some MILD-EXTREME drama with the ADULTS but all in all not so bad (just for you heather) OH bonnie one of my quail died &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GRRRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt; but i still have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Clyde&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chicken&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bert&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ernie&lt;/span&gt;. me and my dad (my dad) built them a home box thing so their out of my room and on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;back porch&lt;/span&gt;. it's like a billion o'clock in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;morning&lt;/span&gt; and i can't type or keep my food down i feel like shit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;GRRRRRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265671075512007341-8249845533090809448?l=femilyoxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femilyoxx.blogspot.com/feeds/8249845533090809448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265671075512007341&amp;postID=8249845533090809448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265671075512007341/posts/default/8249845533090809448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265671075512007341/posts/default/8249845533090809448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femilyoxx.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-much-ididnt-hate-camping-trip.html' title='how much ididn&apos;t hate the camping trip'/><author><name>Emily Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103645975118563352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFqifNLjq2Y/SV6ZmUTkxKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jY8jhANJTQM/S220/Snapshot_20081221_34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265671075512007341.post-6448724042491339012</id><published>2008-05-25T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T12:43:49.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR again</title><content type='html'>the last day before i go to hell. i will be gone for like a whole week &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GRRRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GRRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;some more&lt;/span&gt;. some more sounds like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;samores??&lt;/span&gt; when you say it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; fast . &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so i was doing my creepy stalker thing again only this time on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;. you know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; girls who are well whores and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;skanks&lt;/span&gt; sluts and bitches. every grade has them there all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;HOLSTER&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ABERCROMBIE???&lt;/span&gt; decked out and with there fake coach and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;channel&lt;/span&gt; shit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;GRR&lt;/span&gt; i hate them but i was on one's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; and i was looking at there photos cause i was "tagged" in one of them which was gay because i like can't stand the girl and she knows it, but any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Way&lt;/span&gt;. (my poor computer is so slow cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; doing five things at once(love that movie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;)) on the pictures there were all these ones at this place called the "cabin" and they were all like drunk and smoking and i was like way to be a hoe i front of like millions of people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;skank&lt;/span&gt;. then i was like i should print these out and give them to there patent then in one of the pictures there were the girls parents just as drunk as the kids i was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;EWWWWWWWWWW&lt;/span&gt; fucking bad parents. then you look at the people at school and you just wanna dropkick them in the hallway and yell at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt; about how stupid they are and how they are gonna end up pregnant and homeless because they are nasty and sluts. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so today my quail &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Clyde&lt;/span&gt; flew out of his box and onto by bead and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;crapped&lt;/span&gt; like five times &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;GRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt; i hate him just a little cause the other quail don't do that and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;pheasants&lt;/span&gt; can't even get out so i love them more. the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;moral&lt;/span&gt; of this story is.............. don't get drunk with a camera, and don't love a quail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265671075512007341-6448724042491339012?l=femilyoxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femilyoxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6448724042491339012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265671075512007341&amp;postID=6448724042491339012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265671075512007341/posts/default/6448724042491339012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265671075512007341/posts/default/6448724042491339012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femilyoxx.blogspot.com/2008/05/grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr-again.html' title='GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR again'/><author><name>Emily Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103645975118563352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFqifNLjq2Y/SV6ZmUTkxKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jY8jhANJTQM/S220/Snapshot_20081221_34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265671075512007341.post-3471855158852939532</id><published>2008-05-23T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T16:31:14.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for my eyes only... and yours too if you want</title><content type='html'>i know i do like three of theses a day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;buttttt&lt;/span&gt; i like it. they will probably get few and far between as i go on but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; cause no one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; reads these but me. i don't do this to be "deep" and "poetic" "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;original&lt;/span&gt;" or "in" because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not any of these things. ( and i can't seem to type to day i keep typing there instead of these.) i don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; know why i do this i kinda think it's cause it gets all the thoughts out of my head and lets more music and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ridiculously&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;immature&lt;/span&gt; things in. (i need one of those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;squishy&lt;/span&gt; things for my wrist.) i was on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Page&lt;/span&gt;/ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt; thingy and i went from one person to another and they were all people i didn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; know and don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; want to, but on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;adventure&lt;/span&gt; i felt like a stalker kinda cause on some of these things people pour there hearts out and you feel like a perv reading them like your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;in there&lt;/span&gt; head or something. (or at least i do) like on one girls thing she was like "why do we talk about people so much" and " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;originality&lt;/span&gt; BLAH &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;BLaH&lt;/span&gt; BLAH" then at like the bottom of her paragraph things she would put like (dumb people) or (ignorant fools) or something like that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;idk&lt;/span&gt;. then i was like whoa hypocrite Much. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not going to rant about things like that but it's kinda stupid. i also noticed the kind of emotion people put into these like i said "pouring hearts and such" but i was like wow i feel stupid cause i just ramble &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; nothing much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;except&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt; life and i never make much sense but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;personally&lt;/span&gt; think i enjoy this just as much as the next guy even though i don't do the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;nifty&lt;/span&gt; space thing or have cool profile &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;ma jiggers&lt;/span&gt; but i do have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;polka dots&lt;/span&gt; and cool homemade words and shanks that you can buy with your love because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; oh-so corny. Props and such to like the only person who reads this HEATHER NELSON &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;WOOT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;WOOT&lt;/span&gt;!!!! welcome to the "deep dark secrets" of my mind. cause i would so say all this shit to any one who would listen anyways.  as i spell check my page like half turns yellow YAY go shit speller me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265671075512007341-3471855158852939532?l=femilyoxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femilyoxx.blogspot.com/feeds/3471855158852939532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265671075512007341&amp;postID=3471855158852939532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265671075512007341/posts/default/3471855158852939532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265671075512007341/posts/default/3471855158852939532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femilyoxx.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-my-eyes-only-and-yours-too-if-you.html' title='for my eyes only... and yours too if you want'/><author><name>Emily Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103645975118563352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFqifNLjq2Y/SV6ZmUTkxKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jY8jhANJTQM/S220/Snapshot_20081221_34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265671075512007341.post-3125470501890524929</id><published>2008-05-23T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T15:33:35.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>camping</title><content type='html'>i like camping OK and such WITH MY FAMILY AND PEOPLE I LIKE right. NOT with people i can't stand. i get to go camping with a whole bunch of people i don't like. i talk to like 4 people that are going and the rest i kinda HATE. the up side is i get to sleep in a camper while all the others have to sleep on the ground HA. as i have mentioned before i HATE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;F'N&lt;/span&gt; BUGS. guess what there are in the woods this time of year BIG ASS BUGS yeah lots of the just waiting to suck my blood &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ewwwwwwwwwwwwww&lt;/span&gt;. Camping also means getting up early like at seven. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;GRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;. but i will have heather and Casey to not be oh so miserable with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;GRRRRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt; again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;GRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265671075512007341-3125470501890524929?l=femilyoxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femilyoxx.blogspot.com/feeds/3125470501890524929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265671075512007341&amp;postID=3125470501890524929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265671075512007341/posts/default/3125470501890524929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265671075512007341/posts/default/3125470501890524929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femilyoxx.blogspot.com/2008/05/camping.html' title='camping'/><author><name>Emily Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103645975118563352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFqifNLjq2Y/SV6ZmUTkxKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jY8jhANJTQM/S220/Snapshot_20081221_34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265671075512007341.post-6483120212337811551</id><published>2008-05-23T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T15:05:55.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VAY-CAY 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; i got it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gonna&lt;/span&gt; go to Virginia this summer because it's way less hot and they spray for bugs and i hate bugs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ALLOT&lt;/span&gt; oh and there is going to be a new baby and i love babies. so that solves all my problems right. well sorta cause "SCHOOLS OUT FOR THE SUMMER" and that just kicks so much ass. Rachel w is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;angel&lt;/span&gt; because she got me out of school early today and i did not have to suffer and we hung out at her house so yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265671075512007341-6483120212337811551?l=femilyoxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femilyoxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6483120212337811551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265671075512007341&amp;postID=6483120212337811551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265671075512007341/posts/default/6483120212337811551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265671075512007341/posts/default/6483120212337811551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femilyoxx.blogspot.com/2008/05/vay-cay-2.html' title='VAY-CAY 2'/><author><name>Emily Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103645975118563352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFqifNLjq2Y/SV6ZmUTkxKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jY8jhANJTQM/S220/Snapshot_20081221_34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265671075512007341.post-8756874431828154209</id><published>2008-05-21T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T15:59:45.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer vaycay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so i know for summer your supposed to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; right. i usually go up to Virginia and it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; but last year i went and i did like nothing for three whole weeks right, and i never got to send time with the one person i went up there to spend time with i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; spent the entire time baby sitting my second &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cousins&lt;/span&gt; and one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cousins&lt;/span&gt; who i hadn't seen in like 7 years i only got to see ONCE and i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;realy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bummed&lt;/span&gt; about that. SO this year i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;giving&lt;/span&gt; the choice to go back i was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; think about it and i would go because my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cousin&lt;/span&gt; (the one who's kids i baby sat) just had another baby and i kinda wanna see it but... i don't wanna be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;freaking&lt;/span&gt; board off my ass the entire time. ALSO i was offered the chance to stay with my sister and her family for like 2 weeks. but they are all CRAZY and &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;annoying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;they also have like four &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;f'n&lt;/span&gt; dog that i kinda wanna kill &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; they have no manners. all i would do is go to the navy base and swim which is fun and all but i don't like the heat (this is in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Florida&lt;/span&gt;) and i;m not all that in to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;swimming&lt;/span&gt; in public place for one it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;grosse&lt;/span&gt; and i look bad in a swim suit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; thinking i wanna go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Virginia&lt;/span&gt; but i don't know cause if i don't do either i will probably kill my self&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265671075512007341-8756874431828154209?l=femilyoxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femilyoxx.blogspot.com/feeds/8756874431828154209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265671075512007341&amp;postID=8756874431828154209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265671075512007341/posts/default/8756874431828154209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265671075512007341/posts/default/8756874431828154209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femilyoxx.blogspot.com/2008/05/summer-vaycay.html' title='Summer vaycay'/><author><name>Emily Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103645975118563352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFqifNLjq2Y/SV6ZmUTkxKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jY8jhANJTQM/S220/Snapshot_20081221_34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265671075512007341.post-1102687714852444277</id><published>2008-05-21T04:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T12:50:15.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cranberries</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;drinking&lt;/span&gt; some cranberry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;juice&lt;/span&gt; out of a bottle this morning when i noticed this little black speck on it. first i thought it was on the outside of my bottle but when i tried to wipe it off i didn't budge... so i went for the in side i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;scraped and&lt;/span&gt; rubbed but nothing happened. it looked like a little piece of bark or something. so i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; decided it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;melted into&lt;/span&gt; the plastic. on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; way to school i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; thinking about cranberry juice and how in the "departed" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Leonardo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;DiCaprio&lt;/span&gt;?? always drinks cranberry juice and the other mobsters make fun of him. there always like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; are you on your period or something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. yeah but then that made me think of the titanic and not the movie but the real thing and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;wondered&lt;/span&gt; if they had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;cranberry&lt;/span&gt; juice on the boat and if that could have saved all of those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;angry&lt;/span&gt; people and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;chaos&lt;/span&gt; from being so dramatic if they had all taken the time to have a cup o' cranberry juice. then i went back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;plastic&lt;/span&gt; bottle if there was bark in my bottle what other things were in it that i couldn't see. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt; i' still pondering this but i will figure it out!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265671075512007341-1102687714852444277?l=femilyoxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femilyoxx.blogspot.com/feeds/1102687714852444277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265671075512007341&amp;postID=1102687714852444277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265671075512007341/posts/default/1102687714852444277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265671075512007341/posts/default/1102687714852444277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femilyoxx.blogspot.com/2008/05/cranberries.html' title='cranberries'/><author><name>Emily Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103645975118563352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFqifNLjq2Y/SV6ZmUTkxKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jY8jhANJTQM/S220/Snapshot_20081221_34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265671075512007341.post-3151902304386476322</id><published>2008-05-21T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T04:46:13.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GRAMMAR</title><content type='html'>cause this is my first one it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gonna&lt;/span&gt; be a warning to all who read that my spelling and grammar suck for my current learning status. so please forgive me in advance for all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;suckie&lt;/span&gt; spelling. oh and i cuss... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; so this will not be G rated. as i type this i look up and see the spell check button &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jeez&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a dumb ass but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. oh and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wont&lt;/span&gt; be doing any of those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nifty&lt;/span&gt; breaks either because i don't know where to put them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so blog one is stupid and such and i can't promise there going to get any better but their mainly for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;entertainment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265671075512007341-3151902304386476322?l=femilyoxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femilyoxx.blogspot.com/feeds/3151902304386476322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265671075512007341&amp;postID=3151902304386476322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265671075512007341/posts/default/3151902304386476322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265671075512007341/posts/default/3151902304386476322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femilyoxx.blogspot.com/2008/05/grammar.html' title='GRAMMAR'/><author><name>Emily Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103645975118563352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oFqifNLjq2Y/SV6ZmUTkxKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jY8jhANJTQM/S220/Snapshot_20081221_34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
