<?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-11060268</id><updated>2012-02-08T02:11:14.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lisa's thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>It's All About Me... Deal with it!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>251</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-114901841547964829</id><published>2006-05-30T15:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T15:46:55.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>new e-mail address</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='background-color:'&gt;&lt;DIV class=RTE&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;i got a new e-mail address because i was tired of getting junk mail. i'm still going to check THIS address because i know not everyone will change it for a while. but please, when you get this e-mail and change my address in your address book, please e-mail me at my NEW address to let me know you got it. thanks&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;my new address is: &lt;A href="mailto:LisaRachelle85@hotmail.com"&gt;LisaRachelle85@hotmail.com&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;love you all&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Lisa&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear=all&gt;&lt;hr&gt; &lt;a href="http://g.msn.com/8HMBENUS/2737??PS=47575" target="_top"&gt;Anna Kournikova, Eva Longoria, Brad Paisley and others share their favorite places &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-114901841547964829?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114901841547964829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=114901841547964829&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/114901841547964829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/114901841547964829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-e-mail-address.html' title='new e-mail address'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-114652940013055733</id><published>2006-05-01T20:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T20:46:22.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/live%20journal%20post.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/400/live%20journal%20post.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-114652940013055733?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114652940013055733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=114652940013055733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/114652940013055733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/114652940013055733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-113148173568729668</id><published>2005-11-08T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T15:33:44.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my final post:</title><content type='html'>well, i decided that i don't like blogger any more... it's a hastlei'm only going to post on my LJ from now on... this way i can screne who reads what and stuff like that... pluss, it's easier to keep track of things on LJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, just FYI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye byes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my LJ is &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/laughingflaming/"&gt;http://www.livejournal.com/users/laughingflaming/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-113148173568729668?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113148173568729668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=113148173568729668&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/113148173568729668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/113148173568729668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-final-post.html' title='my final post:'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-113145931662398100</id><published>2005-11-08T09:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T09:15:16.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yikes!</title><content type='html'>well, first, here is a picture of my toe... ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/320/100_9416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and secondly! today we have tryouts for solos in choir! i'm so nervous! it's infront of Dr. Livesay! and the solo i'm trying out for is at the begining of an accapella song! with NO backups... it's me, alone! untill halfway through, then an alto voice comes and it's a duet. i'm so nervous! and the tryouts are not infront of everyone else, so we're not voting on it like we usually do... Dr. Livesay is just going to pick who he wants to do it! aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm better now... i'll let you know how it goes when i find out... tryouts are at 5 right after choir... :( pray for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\-: Me :-/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-113145931662398100?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113145931662398100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=113145931662398100&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/113145931662398100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/113145931662398100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/11/yikes.html' title='yikes!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-113142277270291102</id><published>2005-11-07T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T23:23:21.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my toe hurts :'-(</title><content type='html'>i haven't fealt like posting in a few days... but, i gave myself a painfull reason to.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i definately killed my big toe! i was stepping on my chair to get a DVD that i had on my shelf for someone to borrow (how to knitt lol) and i didn't realize that it was tipped back, so i stepped on it with my right foot and it slammed down onto my left foot! it pealed back some skin, and now there's a hole in my toe! it hurt so bad! and it was bleading like heck! it's not too bad, but it hurts like a mother. i have a bandaid on it. it almost dripped to the floor by the time i got the bandaid on it... yeah, so... it hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/320/100_9414.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND... i worked on tabbing my book and doing Essays for History and Literature of Music from 6 till like 10! and i'm still not done, but i am for today... we have a test monday and the Essays (atleast 25 of them) Terms (atleast 50 of them) and Composers (about 35 of them, a page a piece!) are due friday! i tabbed all the composers in the book, and i tabbed the Essays so that i can find them for the test (the last like 15 min. or so is open book) i'm going to do some composers now... bye bye&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a looser&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-113142277270291102?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113142277270291102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=113142277270291102&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/113142277270291102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/113142277270291102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-toe-hurts.html' title='my toe hurts :&apos;-('/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-113123394615375559</id><published>2005-11-05T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T18:39:06.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dinner</title><content type='html'>i made dinner today! i marinated salmon and made wild rice... made this salad with strawberries and almonds. and my mom got this great coffee! it's got cocoanut! it was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, i'm done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-113123394615375559?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113123394615375559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=113123394615375559&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/113123394615375559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/113123394615375559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/11/dinner.html' title='dinner'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-113116895839021287</id><published>2005-11-05T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T00:37:07.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/FallStuff014.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/320/FallStuff014.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are pictures from Spirit Week... Pink Day! James Perry and I won the contest.. but, there wasn't a whole lot of competition! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/FallStuff031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/320/FallStuff031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chris, you should be jealous! he looks HOT in pink!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-113116895839021287?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113116895839021287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=113116895839021287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/113116895839021287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/113116895839021287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/11/pink-day.html' title='Pink Day'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-113113188472396255</id><published>2005-11-04T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T14:18:04.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>home</title><content type='html'>i'm going home tonight... i'm singing at my church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, that's about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-113113188472396255?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113113188472396255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=113113188472396255&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/113113188472396255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/113113188472396255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/11/home.html' title='home'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-113095610062870377</id><published>2005-11-02T13:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T13:28:20.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love My Grandma!</title><content type='html'>don't you love it when at the very time you need something the most it comes to you? so, i have been OUT of MONEY for like a month! i have no income! and i'm such a looser! but i just got my grandma's halloween package today! she sent me a box full of candy! which had all my favorite kinds in it! (you know, the cheep ones you buy in bulk) (i LOVE those!) and $20! she's amazing! she sends them to becki, amber and me! that's $60 every time she sends a package! but she must love us a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i LOVE my grandma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-D Me :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-113095610062870377?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113095610062870377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=113095610062870377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/113095610062870377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/113095610062870377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-love-my-grandma.html' title='I Love My Grandma!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-113086077912185868</id><published>2005-11-01T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T10:59:39.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i have a bad feeling</title><content type='html'>well, our group of friends has this new "girlfriend" of the group... (i'm not going to mention any names because i honestly don't know who reads this) but for some reason she gives me the creaps. she's nice, yeah, but there is just something about her that creaps me out. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's actually starting to bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also something that has been bothering me is that whenever a gy in the group gets a girlfriend it's like she's just his girlfriend... it doesn't seem that she's a part of the group... alesha is getting along fine in our group, but she's still not completely part of it. and this new girl is COMPLETELY just a "girlfriend" you know... but i wonder if that's how people think about me in our group. i mean, i started hanging out with the group last semester! i was the FIRST girlfriend (and it wasn't long after the group started...) so, i don't know if i'm actually considered part of the group, or if i'm still just "Austin's Girlfriend" and if i am just a "girlfriend" then i reaily have no friends. because, the only friends i hang out with are in that group. it's sad, i know, but that's what's been on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously... that girl... she just creaps me out. evern since i met her i have been kinduh... nervous around her. and it's not that i don't like her, but... i duno... she makes me un-easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, that's all i have to say. i'm sorry for being in a depressing mood... actually, i'm in a happy mood... lol... just on a depressing topic for the moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. i need to get this pink nail polish off! i hate finger nail polish on me! it' looks stupid! maybe i'll take a trip to becki's house later... i have to return a DVD i borrowed anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-113086077912185868?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113086077912185868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=113086077912185868&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/113086077912185868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/113086077912185868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-have-bad-feeling.html' title='i have a bad feeling'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-113080382563098396</id><published>2005-10-31T18:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T19:53:48.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pictures of me</title><content type='html'>I think these pictures of me are so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/320/100_9408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i want a hat like this for my birthday! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/320/100_9407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i borrowed this hat from my roommate&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/320/100_9405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures are of Me at Halloween today&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/320/100_9413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also gave Chris a big Pink Kiss on his cheek which he left there all night!! hehe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/320/100_9412_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i was like this all day from like 1:00 till 6:30... but my FEET HURT SO BAD!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(: Me :)&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/100_9412.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-113080382563098396?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113080382563098396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=113080382563098396&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/113080382563098396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/113080382563098396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-pictures-of-me.html' title='New Pictures of me'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-113078728553632601</id><published>2005-10-31T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T14:34:45.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Q. What does a Pirate say on Halloween?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A. Happy Halloween Every Boody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-113078728553632601?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113078728553632601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=113078728553632601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/113078728553632601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/113078728553632601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-113071990141598124</id><published>2005-10-30T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T19:53:46.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Twick or Tweet:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;One Halloween this woman opens her door to find the mostadorable little girl, with golden blond curly hair and thebiggest blue eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;She was dressed as an Angel, and was just delightful. Thewoman said, "what are you supposed to say sweetheart?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The little girl looks up at the woman and says "Twick orTweat!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The woman thinks this is just adorable, and she calls herhusband to come to the door. The woman say to the child, "Goahead honey say it just one more time." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Once again the little Angel looks up and says, "Twick orTweat!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The husband agrees with his wife, this little Angel is justthe cutest thing. The woman picks an apple from the TreatBowl, shines it up with her apron, and drops it into thelittle girl's Treat Bag. .&lt;br /&gt;The little Angel looks in her bag then looks up at the womanand says, "Thanks a lot lady, you just broke my f****ing cookies!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-113071990141598124?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113071990141598124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=113071990141598124&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/113071990141598124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/113071990141598124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/10/joke-of-week.html' title='Joke of the week'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-113065013956728305</id><published>2005-10-30T01:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T01:28:59.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>we don't deserve it... he does</title><content type='html'>the truth is... we don't deserve it! there is NOTHING we did or EVER COULD DO to deserve God's love. there is NO REASON for him to love us! but he does anyway. that's true love. that's the BEST kind of love there is!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;not only do we not deserve his love, but it's just the opposite... it's more than being un-deserving... it's not that we did nothing to deserve his love, but we have done SO MUCH to cause him to hate us! we DESERVE his punnishment, we deserve his hatered, we deserve hell! we DO NOT deserve Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but that's the whole point, isn't it? that's why we should love him so much. we don't have to do ANYTHING if we don't want to, but... he gave us EVERYTHING when we deserved NOTHING... and we give him NOTHING when he deserves EVERYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;we could never come close to giving God what he deserves... but, i want to start with giving him my heart... it's NOTHING compaired to what he has given me, but right now... I am all i have. and if that's what i have, that's what i'm giving him...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;all of me.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;he deserves the world... but i can not give him the world... the world is not MINE to give.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so, i'll give him me.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it's a start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-113065013956728305?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113065013956728305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=113065013956728305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/113065013956728305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/113065013956728305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/10/we-dont-deserve-it-he-does.html' title='we don&apos;t deserve it... he does'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-113055773762896564</id><published>2005-10-28T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T03:06:32.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what rating is your journal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/1056295575_uresratedg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/320/1056295575_uresratedg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/1056295701_sratedpg13.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/darkmoonrain/quizzes/What%20rating%20is%20your%20journal?/"&gt;http://quizilla.com/users/darkmoonrain/quizzes/What%20rating%20is%20your%20journal?/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-113055773762896564?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113055773762896564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=113055773762896564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/113055773762896564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/113055773762896564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-rating-is-your-journal.html' title='what rating is your journal?'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-113055480632577039</id><published>2005-10-28T22:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T23:13:35.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>changing my picture... have to post the picture first... blah blah blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel2.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/400/angel2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/400/angel.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-113055480632577039?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113055480632577039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=113055480632577039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/113055480632577039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/113055480632577039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/10/changing-my-picture-have-to-post.html' title='changing my picture... have to post the picture first... blah blah blah'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-113055340900422359</id><published>2005-10-28T22:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T22:36:49.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday parties today!</title><content type='html'>today i went to Jennifer's house for my Grandma's and my cousins Amy and Ron's birthday parties... it was SO fun! i LOVE Kevin and Natalie! i'm glad chris got to come too! he talked to my grandma and the rest of my family too :) i'm happy that they all like him... it would be verry difficult if they didn't like him :-\ hehe, but i think it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was playing around with kevin... i want kids SO bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, that's all for today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-113055340900422359?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113055340900422359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=113055340900422359&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/113055340900422359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/113055340900422359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/10/birthday-parties-today.html' title='birthday parties today!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-113044216891017342</id><published>2005-10-27T15:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T15:44:36.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my friends' slogans! LMFAO</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Chris:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We Do Chris Right&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Lisa:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Come See the Softer Side of Lisa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Amber:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Nothing acts faster than Amber&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Matt:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Designed for Matt, Engineered to Last.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Chris:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Can't Do It In Real Life? Do It On Chris.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Jesey:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I Wish I Were a Jesey Weiner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Jacob:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Welcome To Jacob Country.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;NickyT:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We'll Leave The NickyT On For You.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Shawn:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Shawn. It's Everywhere You Wanna Be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Rachel:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Try Rachel, You'll Like It.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;T:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Go On, Get Your T Out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Good Honest Jennifer Since 1896.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Amber:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Splash Amber All Over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Becki:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Becki with the Less Fattening Centres.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Lisa and Chris:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Things Go Better with Lisa And Chris.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok... so... that officially rocked!! pass on the laughs: &lt;a href="http://www.thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi?word=whatever"&gt;http://www.thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi?word=whatever&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-113044216891017342?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113044216891017342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=113044216891017342&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/113044216891017342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/113044216891017342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-friends-slogans-lmfao.html' title='my friends&apos; slogans! LMFAO'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-113042374208723680</id><published>2005-10-27T10:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T10:35:42.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm bored</title><content type='html'>haha! i feel like writing a post, but... i have NOTHING to write about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, um... yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-113042374208723680?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113042374208723680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=113042374208723680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/113042374208723680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/113042374208723680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-bored.html' title='i&apos;m bored'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-113035049958587623</id><published>2005-10-26T14:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T15:59:15.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who are your friends/ Re-Vamped</title><content type='html'>Name 20 of your friends below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Rachel&lt;br /&gt;2. Chris Austin&lt;br /&gt;3. Chris Foster&lt;br /&gt;4. James Perry&lt;br /&gt;5. Shawn&lt;br /&gt;6. amber (sister)&lt;br /&gt;7. T&lt;br /&gt;8. matt&lt;br /&gt;9. Jes S&lt;br /&gt;10. jesey hough&lt;br /&gt;11. Jen Jen&lt;br /&gt;12. lauren&lt;br /&gt;13. rachael&lt;br /&gt;14. jimmy&lt;br /&gt;15. Jes A&lt;br /&gt;16. NickyT&lt;br /&gt;17. Jacob&lt;br /&gt;18. Jennifer&lt;br /&gt;19. amber (friend)&lt;br /&gt;20. Jesey M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is ..8 going out with? in the market&lt;br /&gt;is ..9 a boy or a girl? Girl&lt;br /&gt;Would ..11 and ..2 make a cute couple? First of all, they’d kill eachother! Second… number 2’s MINE!&lt;br /&gt;What about ..18 and ..4? first of all, 18’s married... second, 4’s dating 9&lt;br /&gt;What grade is ..17 in? Sophomore at SAU&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talked to ..12? it’s been a while… probly that benefit concert… last month&lt;br /&gt;What is ..6's favorite band? ha! something country lol (that’s my “big” little sister)&lt;br /&gt;Does ..1 have any siblings? uh... one living with her... and i duno how many half and step living elsewhere...&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date ..3? no... but he's a great gy... and he’s got a girlfriend :)&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date ..7? ha! that's a girl! gross! But… I LOVE HER TO DEATH!&lt;br /&gt;Is ..16 single? Yeah… but he’s AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;What's ..15's last name? Uh… A? (T, help me out on this one…) I think it’s Allen?&lt;br /&gt;What's ..10's middle name? Amanda&lt;br /&gt;What's ..5's favorite thing to do? Predict the Whether&lt;br /&gt;Is ..13 hot? Rachael's a cutie... sure&lt;br /&gt;Would ..14 and ..19 make a good couple? i don't think so&lt;br /&gt;What school does ..20 go to? Spring Arbor Universtiy&lt;br /&gt;Tell me a random fact about ..11? she’s the most Ghospel white girl I’ve ever met! (AMAZING voice!)&lt;br /&gt;And ..1: she's puerto Rican&lt;br /&gt;And ..3: he's from WV&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a crush on ..15? ha! gross...&lt;br /&gt;Where does ..9 live? K2 Baby!&lt;br /&gt;What's ..4's favorite color? I duno, but I’ll say… pink… just because&lt;br /&gt;Would you makeout with ..14? um... no... lol&lt;br /&gt;Are ..5 &amp;amp; ..6 best friends? No, 5 has barely met 6&lt;br /&gt;Does ..7 like ..20? don't know eachother, that I’m aware of…&lt;br /&gt;Does ..8 like ..19? again, don't know eachother...&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet ..2? ROTC... and i'm now dating him!&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet ..18? um… we’re kinduh related&lt;br /&gt;Does ..10 have any pets? she has 2 cats&lt;br /&gt;Is ..12 older than you? i'm like 10 years older than she is! lol... no, 9...&lt;br /&gt;Give ..13 a hug! I do, every time I see her!! I love that girl!&lt;br /&gt;Is ..17 the sexiest person alive? Um… I don’t think so… but 20 might think so&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-113035049958587623?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113035049958587623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=113035049958587623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/113035049958587623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/113035049958587623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/10/who-are-your-friends-re-vamped.html' title='Who are your friends/ Re-Vamped'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-113025345198995729</id><published>2005-10-25T11:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T11:19:35.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>English Translations By Gender</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ok, so... first i have to explane myself... i stumbled on this site: Jokecenter.com, and i HAD to share some of the funny ones with people... i got into the Gender Joke section and i almost crapped my pants! just thought i'd share some of the laughter with my faithfull readers... maybe i'll post a joke of the week or something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Women's English:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes = No &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No = Yes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe = No &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry = You'll be sorry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We need = I want &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's your decision = The correct decision should be obviousby now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do what you want = You will pay for this later &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We need to talk = I want to complain &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sure, go ahead = I don't want you to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not upset = Of course &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm upset, you moron! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're so manly = You sweat a lot and you need to shave &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your certainly attentive tonight = Is sex all you thinkabout? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be romantic, turn off the lights = I don't want you to seemy flabby thighs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This kitchen is so inconvenient = I want a new house &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want new curtains = And carpeting and furniture andwallpaper . . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hang the picture there = NO! I mean hang it there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I heard a noise = I noticed you were almost asleep &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you love me? = I am about to ask for something expensive &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How much do you love me? = I did something today that youaren't going to like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be ready in a minute = Kick off your shoes and find agood game on T.V. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is my butt fat? = Tell me I'm beautiful &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing = Everything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything = My PMS is acting up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing really = Your such an ass hole &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men's English:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm hungry = I'm hungry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm tired = I'm tired &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you want to go to a movie? = I'd eventually like to have sex with you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can I take you out for dinner? = I'd eventually like to have sex with you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can I call you sometime? = I'd eventually like to have sex with you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May I have this dance? = I'd eventually like to have sex with you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nice dress = Nice cleavage &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You look tense, let me give you a masssage = I want tofondle you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's wrong? = I guess sex tonight is out of the question &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm bored = Do you want to have sex tonight? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you = There I said it, Let's have sex now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you too = Now we have to have sex! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's talk = I am trying to prove to you that I am a deepperson and maybe then you'll have sex with me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will you marry me? = I want to make it illegal for you tohave sex with other guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the moral of the story: Girls are confusing, but Boys are just shallow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-113025345198995729?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113025345198995729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=113025345198995729&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/113025345198995729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/113025345198995729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/10/english-translations-by-gender.html' title='English Translations By Gender'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-113012987825226161</id><published>2005-10-24T00:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T00:44:58.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag: you're it!</title><content type='html'>i got tagged by one of my most faithfull readers: Nicky T! Rock my pants!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;List ten things that make you happy, and tag five others to do it.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;10. plaing the piano, and people actually enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;9. singing&lt;br /&gt;8. wasting time on the computer when i should be doing something else... like, practicing!&lt;br /&gt;7. complements! (sorry, i'm a girl... i don't care if i already know how you feel about me, it's nice to get a few reminders every once in a while)&lt;br /&gt;6. when people smile at me for no reason&lt;br /&gt;5. brownies... ooh! no! those no-bake cookies! always make me happy!&lt;br /&gt;4. my friends! i miss some of them SO MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;3. my sisters (amber, i love dew)&lt;br /&gt;2. when my computer does what it's told&lt;br /&gt;1. Chris... i'd have to say that the best thing in my life is... Chris... i love you so much!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... do i have 5 friends?? hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Shawn&lt;br /&gt;Amber (sister)&lt;br /&gt;Amber (friend)&lt;br /&gt;Rachel&lt;br /&gt;Jesey&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, that's about it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-113012987825226161?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113012987825226161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=113012987825226161&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/113012987825226161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/113012987825226161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/10/tag-youre-it_24.html' title='Tag: you&apos;re it!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-113012443297165897</id><published>2005-10-23T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T23:30:02.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just random rantings, but i don't care!</title><content type='html'>ok, so i definately tripped over some kid's flipping scateboard when i was going back to my room after open hours! i kicked it with the top of my left foot (while wearing flip-flops) i tripped and grabbed some kid's sholder to keep from falling flat on my face. i started to limp away and the kid ran up to me (he must have been a freshman) (probly from B1... dork) and rapped his arms around me and was like "i'm SO SORRY! are you ok" i was laughing so hard at that time, i barely cought his face. i was like... yeah, i'm ok... don't worry about it... i made it up the stairs and into my room and just wanted to pass out it hurt so bad!! now i have this redish-purple fist sized bruise on my foot. argh! it hurts so bad! i had to roll up my pant leg just to avoid it brushing it! it didn't break the skin... but it flipping feels like it's going to fall off!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... now that that's over with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a shower...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just don't want to have to stand up in the freeking shower on one foot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i'll just do it later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;div 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care!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-113009969073762756</id><published>2005-10-23T16:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T16:34:50.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>to amber:</title><content type='html'>in responce to your comment i changed my settings (didn't realize they were set wrong) to allow anyone to post comments on my poems site too. also, i am going to post that song i wrote for you, if i can find the words...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i love... dew...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(: Me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112982105765621754</id><published>2005-10-20T11:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T11:10:57.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bla bla bla</title><content type='html'>ok, so along the same lines as my previous post, i decided to be a nerd and tell you all what blogs i read on a regular basis (that means they hold a verry special place on my favorites list):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amber's LJ-&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i read her's religiously, it's always interresting :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amber's (my sister) Xanga-&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i always love to hear what's going on in her life :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Justin's Xanga-&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i need to keep an eye on him... :0}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jimmy's Xanga-&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;just because i'm nosey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nicky T's LJ-&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;a new reader of mine, but posts often, so i'll read him often as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;T's LJ-&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;she's like my big sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shawn's LJ-&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;doesn't post a lot, and i can never remember which site he posts on... lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shawn's My Space-&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;or maybe he posts on this one... i don't remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jesey's Blog-&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;hasn't posted in a LONG TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Natalie's LJ-&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i read her's sometimes... but i don't know what her life is like any more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rachel's Blog-&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;doesn't post often either, i wish she would... i miss her a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Natalie's Blog-&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;for poems and stuff... i have one of those too.. but i don't think anyone reads it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;yeah, that's it... if you read mine and i don't read yours... let me know... i LOVE to hear from everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112982105765621754?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112982105765621754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112982105765621754&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Jennifer (who, to my knowledge doesn't have a blog)&lt;br /&gt;Chris (no blog)&lt;br /&gt;Amber (xanga)&lt;br /&gt;Nick (LJ) (new reader)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you read my blog please e-mail me and let me know, or comment or something... the funny thing is that i don't care how many readers i have... it's just nice to know who knows my entire life. and if i had no readers at all i'd still post... because... it's... fun?.. lol but i know that i'll always have chris, and i think amber, and probly jennifer... and maybe nick too... :-D so, if you read this, let me know who you are. thanks all... or none...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112981959782931127?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112981959782931127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112981959782931127&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112981959782931127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112981959782931127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/10/to-my-faithfull-readers-and-anyone.html' title='to my faithfull readers and anyone else who stumbles upon this site'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112966070908321635</id><published>2005-10-18T14:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T14:38:29.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag-you're it!</title><content type='html'>I was tagged my Amber:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago I was: 9&lt;br /&gt;            - living in Wixom Michigan&lt;br /&gt;            - in 4th grade&lt;br /&gt;            - ha! i don't remember much in the 4th grade...&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;5 years ago I was: 14&lt;br /&gt;            - a Freshmen, which wasn't much different than junior high at all! because it was in the same building with the same teachers and same people...&lt;br /&gt;            - i was boyfriendless... but had a crush (mutual) on Jon Sistek&lt;br /&gt;            - wishing i was getting married just like Jennifer&lt;br /&gt;            - played girls basketball and being the best defensive player on our team for YEARS!&lt;br /&gt;            - in Vocalese (my girls onsemble/show choir) as an Alto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 year ago I was: 18&lt;br /&gt;            - adjusting to College life&lt;br /&gt;            - missing Amber lots, but not as much as this year...&lt;br /&gt;            - taking Bio-chemestry classes&lt;br /&gt;            - wanting to become a heart sergin&lt;br /&gt;            - Accumpanying for Voice lessons... Blah!&lt;br /&gt;            - Dating Kregg&lt;br /&gt;            - wishing i had more friends... i'm such a looser... :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I:&lt;br /&gt;            - went to Mijers with Chris&lt;br /&gt;            - had classes and stuff&lt;br /&gt;            - had a migrane&lt;br /&gt;            - slept most of the day&lt;br /&gt;            - took Chris to TaccoBell&lt;br /&gt;            - sat in the car with chris eating tacco bell and wished i could stay there forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 snacks I enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;            - Cookies... i have been craving them a lot&lt;br /&gt;            - Hot Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;            - Coffee&lt;br /&gt;            - come to think of it, i don't snack much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 songs I know all the words to:&lt;br /&gt;            - Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy&lt;br /&gt;            - lots of christmas songs&lt;br /&gt;            - most of the songs on my play list&lt;br /&gt;            - i know almost all the words to Carmin Sandiago&lt;br /&gt;            - and, just about anything off of Mulan Rouge (hehe... amber and i rock it on!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I would do with 100 million dollars:&lt;br /&gt;            - tithe and taxes&lt;br /&gt;            - then comes paying off my bills (school touition sucks!)&lt;br /&gt;            - Savings for my kids and retirement&lt;br /&gt;            - get that dream house i want built&lt;br /&gt;            - go on a shoping spree... i've always wanted to spend money on expensive clothes... and the way i shop (sales racks) i could buy a lot with that much money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 places I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;would&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; run to:&lt;br /&gt;            - first of all, i have to say, i HATE running... i don't see the point... pluss i have Horriable breath support&lt;br /&gt;            - i do run to Amber when i miss her lots and i see her for the first time in a long time!&lt;br /&gt;            - i run to chris sometimes... i love him so much! walking just takes too long...&lt;br /&gt;            - to the bathroom... done that one lots of times...&lt;br /&gt;            - when i am mad at someone and just don't want to talk i run... but, chris always catches me... lol... i'm so slow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I would never wear:&lt;br /&gt;            - i think if you got me in the right mood and in the right setting, you could get me to wear just about anything...&lt;br /&gt;            - but, in public i'd have to say i won't wear shorts... (or rarely)&lt;br /&gt;            - i won't wear belly shirts on purpose... and if i do show my belly, i tend to pull my shirt down all the time&lt;br /&gt;            - i can't reaily think of anything else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 favorite movies:&lt;br /&gt;            -10th Kindgom&lt;br /&gt;            - Holes&lt;br /&gt;            - Pitch Black&lt;br /&gt;            - anything Disney (beauty and the beast i LOVE)&lt;br /&gt;            - Horror/suspence flicks are good too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 bad habits:&lt;br /&gt;            - i chew gum lowd, that bothers me&lt;br /&gt;            - i don't like to practice... :-            - haha ask chris, i'm sure he could tell me some bad habits that i can't think of... please let me know... lol... now i'm curious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 biggest joys:&lt;br /&gt;            - just being held in chris's arms&lt;br /&gt;            - singing&lt;br /&gt;            - making people laugh&lt;br /&gt;            - kissing chris... hehe&lt;br /&gt;            - talking to amber like we're bestest friends... i miss you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 fictional characters I would date:&lt;br /&gt;            - um, i don't know... that's a tough one...&lt;br /&gt;            - i'm not into the whole fictional cheractor thing... but... whatever floats your boat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people I tag to do this:&lt;br /&gt;            - hmmm... Jesey (if she ever posts again... lol)&lt;br /&gt;            - Amber (not my sister)&lt;br /&gt;            - Shawn... if he reads this&lt;br /&gt;            - Rachel, if she reads this too... lol&lt;br /&gt;            - T... i duno&lt;br /&gt;i don't know who all reads my blogs... lol... and the ones who do don't have blogs themselves... lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112966070908321635?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112966070908321635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112966070908321635&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112966070908321635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112966070908321635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/10/tag-youre-it_18.html' title='Tag-you&apos;re it!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112950626269332064</id><published>2005-10-16T19:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T19:44:22.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing special</title><content type='html'>yeah, so... today... nope... nothing special...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris came over during open hours around 3 30 or so... we sat there and talked for a while (he was still in his cammies and face paint) i felt so sick (cramps and such) i was kinduh out of it... i just let him talk and talk about his weekend... then, when i finally did get sence into my head, i told him about homecomming... he was jealous, but i still think he liked the FTX better, but i don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a meeting today about the camping trip i'm going on next week. i don't know how much it will cost, but i don't have verry much money... so, i hope it will be ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, i had icecream today for desert at dinner... i'm regretting it... my face itches... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to chris's after the meeting. we'll probly watch some movie. i don't care what it is, as long as i get to cuddle next to him. i have missed him a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, that's it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye&lt;br /&gt;(: Me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112950626269332064?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112950626269332064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112950626269332064&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112950626269332064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112950626269332064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/10/nothing-special.html' title='nothing special'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112940586572796932</id><published>2005-10-15T15:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T00:58:16.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>long, but good... more about girls and gy's... and what i like about chris</title><content type='html'>to continue on my lesson for boys... i got this from my sister Amber...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl...:&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is quiet, a million things are running through her mind.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl isn't arguing, she's thinking deeply.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says nothings wrong, everything is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says she can't live without you, you are her future.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl lays on your Chest, she's wishing to be yours forever. (and wants to be heald)&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says I love you, she truly means it.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says I miss you, no one could miss you more.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few reasons why girls like guys:&lt;br /&gt;1. They always look good, even if their sweaty, dirty or otherwise "disheveled"&lt;br /&gt;2. The way their shoulder is always comfortable&lt;br /&gt;3. The look they give you when you wake up in their arms&lt;br /&gt;4. The ease in which we fit into their arms&lt;br /&gt;5. How, nomatter where you kiss them, they always think it's the greatest thing in the world&lt;br /&gt;6. How cute they think we are when we eat&lt;br /&gt;7. The way they can look their most amazing in their oldest, most well-used t-shirt and jeans (cause we all know that American Eagle, button down, collared shirts are hot... but NOTHING beats a worn out, dirty, old t-shirt and jeans!)&lt;br /&gt;8. How they warm us up when we do get cold... (this happens often)&lt;br /&gt;9. The way they look good no matter what they wear&lt;br /&gt;10. The way they think their girl is the most beautiful thing on this earth&lt;br /&gt;11. How they think we're cute when we argue (and when they tell us, we don't even know what to do...)&lt;br /&gt;12. The way their hand is always there, waiting for us to find and to hold&lt;br /&gt;13. The way they smile&lt;br /&gt;14. The way they kiss you&lt;br /&gt;15. How their arms are always there when we need someone to hold us when we need to cry&lt;br /&gt;16. How they always seem to tolerate when we cry for no reason&lt;br /&gt;17. How much they think they're just SO tough and how much we think they really are&lt;br /&gt;18. The way the'll hold your hand or take you into their arms when you're scared, and you wish to God they will never let go, because protecting the one you love is the most romantic thing a guy can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl...:&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is quiet, a million things are running through her mind.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl isn't arguing, she's thinking deeply.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says nothings wrong, everything is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says she can't live without you, you are her future.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl lays on your Chest, she's wishing to be yours forever.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says I love you, she truly means it.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says I miss you, no one could miss you more.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and for those of you who care... i'm going to tell you what i like about my chris... in terms of the aforementioned:&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;1. He's at his hottest ESPECIALLY when he's sweaty and dirty!&lt;br /&gt;2. He's always willing for me to lean on him and rest my head in the comfort of his arms. (i LOVE being heald by him, because it makes me feel like he could conquer the world if i asked him to)&lt;br /&gt;3. How he smiles when i actually fall asleep in his arms.&lt;br /&gt;4. He's such a perfect fit... not too big not too small... i fit perfectly in his arms and wouldn't want it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;5. I love just comming up behind him and kissing him on the ear... and he melts, like nothing else in the world matters but me. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/DSCF0501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/200/DSCF0501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. (this one's kinduh weird) How, it doesn't matter how much of a pig i am... he never makes me feel weird when i eat... and i eat a lot... lol&lt;br /&gt;7. All i have to say about this one is... white t-shirt, jeans, boots and cowboy hat... *sigh* &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(save a horse, ride a cowboy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8. How he lets me put my feet (or hands or whatever gets cold) up his shirt even when it makes him cold... that sounds funny, but it's the best thing in the world! (he's my own personal, living fernace)&lt;br /&gt;9. And when he dresses up (like the other day, he had on a black shirt, kahki pants and a purple tie) *drool* it's just not fair...&lt;br /&gt;10. The way he thinks i'm the most beautiful thing in the world... and when he puts his hands on my waste he makes me feel like i'm more beautiful than the world its self.&lt;br /&gt;11. He actually DOES think i'm cute when i argue... lol&lt;br /&gt;12. I think it's the cutest thing... when he walks in front of me with his hands behind his back and wiggles his fingers... just wating for me to fill his hands with mine... it makes me feel so wanted.&lt;br /&gt;13. The way he laughs at me... because i'm reaily dumb sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;14. (don't even get me started on the way he kisses me) lets just say... the ears are the best thing in the world... next to the neck... (sorry, grossing people out... i told you, don't get me started)&lt;br /&gt;15. When i say i am going to cry, or if i am already, he drops everything just to take me in his arms...&lt;br /&gt;16. ...even when it's something stupid (i'm a girl... that's most of the time)&lt;br /&gt;17. When i hold his arm in my hands... and he thinks that he's the strongest person in the world... he puffs out his chest to show off to me that he's some amazing gy... when, i already know how amazing he is... i just like holding his arms... hehe... but it's SO CUTE...&lt;br /&gt;18. I love it when he grabs my arm and moves me because he doesn't like what's going on... weird people in chicago, big scairy dogs, crazy drivers... he grabs my arm and moves me to his other side so that he can jump in the way (he almost attacked a dog because it was trying to eat me) lol... as weird as that sounded... it is one of the most amazing things a gy can do for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, and the MOST amazing thing that he does is just hold me... sometimes i just (for no reason) like to be heald. we go for walks at night (almost every night) and he'll just stop and hold me. just rap his arms around me and hold me close... it makes me feel like he's invincable, and NOTHING could hurt me, ever! i love him so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, now that i've said all that, i reaily miss him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that he comes over tomarrow when he gets here... if it's durring open hours! i SO want to see him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112940586572796932?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112940586572796932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112940586572796932&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112940586572796932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112940586572796932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/10/long-but-good-more-about-girls-and-gys.html' title='long, but good... more about girls and gy&apos;s... and what i like about chris'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112940424090424968</id><published>2005-10-15T15:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T17:02:28.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"what kind of music do you listen to?"</title><content type='html'>ok, so the rules were originally:&lt;br /&gt;1. put your playlist on scramble&lt;br /&gt;2. list the first 10 songs that play, no matter what song it is&lt;br /&gt;3. list the artest as well&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but, i changed the rules a little bit...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;at first, i listed the first 10 on my bad list, then the next 10 on my top five star rated list...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but then i accidentally deleated it, so i'm going to change the rules instead&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;New Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. put your playlist on Scramble&lt;br /&gt;2. List each song you hear, and the artest if you think it's necessary&lt;br /&gt;3. put a comment after each song telling if you like it or not... just comment about each song... no matter what it is, or if you like it or not... it will be interresting to know your taste in music...(if you get the same artest, you can skip it... unless you want to comment about that particular song too)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So:&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't F-with Sadie: i like this song, a lot... but i'm weird, i HATE rap, but i like all of MnM's music... amber and I both are like that... don't laugh!&lt;br /&gt;2. Con Mi Adorison: i got this whole list of Spanish songs because i went to Peru... i hardley ever listen to them, unless i'm in a reaily weird... spanish mood. so, yeah... that explanes that&lt;br /&gt;3. Jesu, Joy of Man's Desire: i'm SO singing this song with Jimmy for Halloween Chapel! i'm just doing the echo of the violin though.&lt;br /&gt;4. Invasion, 1,000 foot crush: i'm not a big fan of this kind of music... i do like the words though... and some of there songs i LOVE, but this one is not on my TOP list...&lt;br /&gt;5. Little Merry Snowflake, Rockapella: i'm a member of "Accapella Anonymous" Rock On Accapella music! i Love this song so much! not only is it accapella, but it's fricking christmas music!!! LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;6. Come to Jesus, Tommee Prophet: this song kinduh makes me mad... but only a little bit... lol... Tommee graduated from my college, and he's REAILY good! but, he stole this song from my favorite christian artist, Chris Rice. and that kinduh makes me mad, but i Love the song... but Chris Rice does it better... what makes me even more mad, is that he thinks he stole it from HIS favorite christian artest, Michael W. Smith... but Michael W. Smith stole it from Chris Rice! wow! yeah... i'm done&lt;br /&gt;7. Track 26, Remotely Controled, Mark Lowrey: for some reason i have his comedy show on my computer... and that track has NOTHING to do with ANYTHING... but some fo his stuff is funny...&lt;br /&gt;8. Silent Night, Vocalese: my voice group recorded a live CD a few years ago at christmas. this particular song i didn't sing in, and i don't think it's that good actually... but yeah...&lt;br /&gt;9. Stars, Tatu: yeah, i got this from Chris... i think he wanted it, but he didn't have any way of getting it himself, so he put it on my computer, and i'm too lazy to deleate it... i hate tatu...&lt;br /&gt;10. This is the Moment, Navy Choir: Accapella again! i got this from Chris... this isn't my favorite song from them, but it's STILL GOOD!! ha!&lt;br /&gt;11. Hero in his own mind, part two, Space Ghost: ha! yeah, i have a Space Ghost CD on my computer (back yard barbeque)... i'm weird... i know&lt;br /&gt;12. The Wind Cries Mary, Jimi Hendrix: i LOVE Jimi Hendrix... i don't care what the song is... if it's Hendrix, i like it :-D&lt;br /&gt;13. Kelly, the Boy from Kalanne, Irish Pub Songs: i got this from Chris... and i Love it... i duno why... maybe i'm just weird lol&lt;br /&gt;14.Christmas, why can't i find you?, The Grinch sound track: yup, i have the grinch sound track! lol...  i LOVE THIS SONG!&lt;br /&gt;15.Wating, Green Day: i love green day... it's like my favorite TYPE of music... they're not my favorite group, but i do like them... or atleast some fo their songs...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm done...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(: Me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112940424090424968?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112940424090424968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112940424090424968&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112940424090424968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112940424090424968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-kind-of-music-do-you-listen-to.html' title='&quot;what kind of music do you listen to?&quot;'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112939092570149262</id><published>2005-10-15T11:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T14:55:30.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecomming Outcome</title><content type='html'>Prioraties first:&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Homecomming,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;............i had a BLAST! i had so much more fun than i did last year, because i went with a group of friends this year rather than just one person... i danced with just about EVERYONE! it was GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;ok, so, funny story... i went with mandi to dance with this gy she liked... and he was in this group of ALL black people... which is SO totally normal for our school... and i was just goofing around (because that's the only way i know how to dance) and i saw Ovida... i was like HI OVIDA! she saw me and was like... what are you doing here?.. haha! and i was like... "Look at me! I'm Black!" and the entire group just about peed! it was HILLARIOUS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;yeah, that's my funny story...&lt;br /&gt;but, after the dance (it ended at 1) we went to Steak and Shake and i had a Dark Chocolate shake (which i got even though i knew i would have a reaction to it... but it wasn't that bad) and some Chilli Cheeze Fries.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so that was homecomming...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and, ha! to comment about Jen's comment... i cut my own hair because i dont care... because it still looks good, and no one else has the guts to do it for me... i am pretty talented at cutting my own hair... lol... i duno...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and chris didn't take me to the dance because he was at an FTX with ROTC... which i could have sworn that i said already... but, i didn't even ask him if he'd skip the FTX to go to home comming with me because i didn't want to get mad if he said no... lol... sounds stupid, but eh... i KNOW the answer would have been no... and if he said yes, he would have RATHER been doing night land navigation than in a suit and tie pretending to dance and watching me get down in a tight black dress... jk, lol, :P EH!.. ha! but seriously... i would have LOVED for him to be there! i had SO MUCH FUN! but, i know he would have missed out on playing soldier for the weekend... we'll just have to go out somewhere... i'll put on my dress, we can drive down to the lake or something... and dance... it's DECINATELY not the same! lol... you can't exactly get freeky on the dance floor when there is no dance floor, and there's no music... lol... but eh... it will be fun anyway :-P&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i think that's about it...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;oh, shawn and i went to wallmart and stuff today... i got coffee creamer and this AMAZING mouse that is SO LITTLE! it's made for notebook computers and comes with a retractable cord and a carrying case lol... it's SO CUTE! and it glows red. i LOVE IT! it was only $20... yeah... happy sweetest day to me... lol...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;love you all&lt;br /&gt;bye bye&lt;br /&gt;(: Me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112939092570149262?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112939092570149262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112939092570149262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112939092570149262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112939092570149262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/10/homecomming-outcome.html' title='Homecomming Outcome'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112933268805407026</id><published>2005-10-14T19:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T19:37:21.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecomming today</title><content type='html'>today is homecomming... yeah... so, i'm going with Mandi, but, she's at applebees right now with a bunch of people who are supposed to come get me when they're done... but i have a feeling that they forgot... because she said she would call before the left and tell me what time they'd be back... but if not, i'll go over to becki's all dressed up and just hang out there and make them take pictures of me... and i'll have to dance with my friends later (a whole bunch of my gy-friends want to dance with me)... but whatever... if it happens, it happens, if not, i'll get over it and have a BLAST not going to the dance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i'll tell you about it later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note i have this amazing post that i stole from a friend of mine... it's something EVERY gy needs to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Basic info for the boys (about girls):&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Whenever you can, just "show up" at their house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Don't cheat on them. It may seem foolproof, but girls tell each other everything about anything. Trust me, they WILL find out and you will be mud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Beware of every single male relatives and all guy friends. Any of them would kick your ass at the drop of a hat, and a lot of them wouldn't even wait for the hat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Never miss an opportunity to tell them they're beautiful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; Don't refuse to kiss in front of your friends. If they laugh at you, it's because they're jealous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; If they slap you hard, you deserved it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; Don't be afraid to touch them if you want to. If they're going out with you in the first place, it's because they like being in your arms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; If you don't sleep with them, do not tell your friends that you did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;**&lt;strong&gt;8.5.&lt;/strong&gt; If you DO sleep with them, don't tell your friends that you did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; You can be dirty minded in private, really...most girls are not offended by it if its in the privacy of one of your homes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt; Not all of them eat like birds, a lot of them can eat like whales. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.&lt;/strong&gt; Most of them don't mind paying half of everything, but they do discuss these things with their friends. Realize that if you make your girlfriend pay half all the time, everyone will know about it and your friends will know you're a pussy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;**&lt;strong&gt;11.5.&lt;/strong&gt; Do you honestly need all your money that much? Be a man, pay all the time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.&lt;/strong&gt; Every girl should eventually get three things from her boyfriend- flowers, one of his sweatshirts, and a really pretty ring. Even if it's not a serious relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.&lt;/strong&gt; Make sure she gets home safely as often as you can. If you're dropping her off, walk her to the door. If you aren't dropping her off, call to be sure she's home safely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.&lt;/strong&gt; If a guy is bothering her, it is your right to kick the crap out of him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.&lt;/strong&gt; If you're talking to a female friend of yours, pull your girlfriend closer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.&lt;/strong&gt; Never, ever, slap her... even if it's just in a joking way. Even if she swats you first, and says, "Oh, you're so dumb" or something, never make any gestures back. Wrestle with her if necessary... Most likely it will lead to some action. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.&lt;/strong&gt; Go to a chick flick once in a while. She doesn't care whether you enjoy it or not, it just matters that you went. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.&lt;/strong&gt; You're dead meat if you can't get along with their pets, parents and best friends. Be prince charming to their friends, Mr. Polite to their parents, and make sure to be nice to their animals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19.&lt;/strong&gt; Don't flirt with their moms or friends...that's just freaky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.&lt;/strong&gt; Don't be freaked out by PMS. It's not gross, and it really does make them feel like crap, so be understanding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21.&lt;/strong&gt; If you don't like the way they drive, you do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22.&lt;/strong&gt; If you're officially dating, and you're introducing her to your friends, you'd better damn well introduce her as your girlfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23.&lt;/strong&gt; Don't stress where you go for every date. They really only want to be with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24.&lt;/strong&gt; If they complain that something hurts, rub it for them without being asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25.&lt;/strong&gt; Girls are fragile. Even if you're play fighting/wrestling, be very gentle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26.&lt;/strong&gt; Memorize their birthdays. You forget her birthday and you're basically screwed for life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27.&lt;/strong&gt; Girls love Cologne... Just don't marinade the shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28.&lt;/strong&gt; Don't give her something stupid for her birthday or Christmas or Valentine's day. It doesn't have to be expensive, but it has to be meaningful. But Jewelry is always nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29.&lt;/strong&gt; If you think the relationship isn't going to last, don't wait to find out. It will only hurt you more if you draw it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30.&lt;/strong&gt; After you've been dating for a while, realize that they really have started to trust you. When you have a girlfriend who truly trusts you, you have a lot more responsibility, privilege and control than you would think. Be careful with it, most guys would kill for that kind of power, and it can be lost in a nanosecond. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31.&lt;/strong&gt;Don't ever do anything wrong (well not anything). girls remember things for life and anything you did wrong will be used against you in the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Lovers of the Heart: rules of the kiss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Kiss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1. Kiss on the hand = I adore you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2. Kiss on the cheek = I just want to be friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3. Kiss on the neck = I want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;4. Kiss on the lips = I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5. Kiss on the ears = I am just playing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;6. Kiss anywhere else = lets not get carried away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;7. Look in your eyes = kiss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;8. Playing with your hair = I can't live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;9.Hand on your waist = I love you to much to let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Three Steps&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1. Girls: If any guys get fresh with you, slap him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2. Guys: If any girl slaps you, her intentions are still good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3. Guys &amp; Girls: Close your eyes when kissing, it is rude to stare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The (3) Commandments&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1. Thou shall not squeeze too hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2. Thou shall not ask for a kiss, but take one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3. Thou shall kiss at every opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are a few reasons why guys like girls:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1. They will always smell good even if its just shampoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2. The way their heads always find the right spot on our shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3. How cute they look when they sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;4. The ease in which they fit into our arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5. The way they kiss you and all of a sudden everything is right in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;6. How cute they are when they eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;7. The way they take hours to get dressed but in the end it makes it all worth while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;8. Because they are always warm even when its minus 30 outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;9. The way they look good no matter what they wear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;10. The way they fish for compliments even though you both know that you think she's the most beautiful thing on this earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;11. How cute they are when they argue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;12. The way her hand always finds yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;13. The way they smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;14. The way you feel when you see their name on the caller ID after you just had a big fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;15. The way she says "lets not fight anymore" even though you know that an hour later....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;16. The way they kiss when you do something nice for them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;17. The way they kiss you when you say "I love you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;18. Actually ... just the way they kiss you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;19. The way they fall into your arms when they cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;20. Then the way they apologize for crying over something that silly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;21. The way they hit you and expect it to hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;22. Then the way they apologize when it does hurt. (even though we don't admit it)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;23. The way they say "I miss you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;24. The way you miss them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;25. The way their tears make you want to change the worldso that it doesn't hurt her anymore..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yet regardless if you love them, hate them, wish they would die or know that you would die without them ... it matters not. Because once in your life, whatever they were to the world they become everything to you. When you look them in the eyes, traveling to the depths of their souls and you say a million things without trace of a sound, you know that your own life is inevitable consumed within the rhythmic beatings of her very heart. We love them for a million reasons, No paper would do it justice. It is a thing not of the mind but of the heart. A feeling. Only felt. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/200/closeup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(boys better be paying attention, there will be a test on this material...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112933268805407026?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112933268805407026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112933268805407026&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112933268805407026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112933268805407026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/10/homecomming-today.html' title='Homecomming today'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112930796925522175</id><published>2005-10-14T12:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T12:39:29.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Lisa is..."</title><content type='html'>Directions: Type "(your name) is" (with the quotes) into a Google search; cut-and-paste the first 10 responses that work. Just pull the answers right out of the excerpt google shows you, don't click the link and search around. The only rule is that each one has to start with "(your name) is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. LISA is jointly sponsored by the European Space Agency (ESA)&lt;br /&gt;2. Lisa is a production-rule system implemented in the Common Lisp Object System (CLOS)&lt;br /&gt;3. The Lisa is the first commercial computer with a GUI&lt;br /&gt;4. Lisa is refered to as the Lisa 2/5&lt;br /&gt;5. Lisa is frequently reproduced&lt;br /&gt;6. Lisa is strictly prohibited&lt;br /&gt;7. My wife Lisa is currently training to run the Walt Disney World Marathon&lt;br /&gt;8. Lisa is someone who is very eclectic in her knowledge&lt;br /&gt;9. Lisa is determined to make a show jumper out of ex-racehorse Prancer&lt;br /&gt;10. Lisa iscompletely loyal to her friends, but has a bit of a wandering eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops... i posted this in the wrong blog... lol... but i fixed it now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112930796925522175?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112930796925522175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112930796925522175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112930796925522175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112930796925522175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/10/lisa-is.html' title='&quot;Lisa is...&quot;'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112914686778756057</id><published>2005-10-12T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T15:56:56.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Seduction Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Seduction Style: Fantasy Lover&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/fantasy-lover.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You know that ideal love that each of us dreams of from childhood? That's you!Not because you posess all of the ideal characteristics, but because you are a savvy shape shifter.You have the uncanny ability to detect someone's particular fantasy... and make it you.&lt;br /&gt;You inspire each person to be an idealist and passionate, and you make each moment memorableEven a simple coffee date with you can be the most romantic moment of someone's lifeBy giving your date exactly what he or she desires, you quickly become the ideal lover.&lt;br /&gt;Your abilities to make dreams come true is so strong, that you are often the love of many people's lives.Your ex's (and even people you have simply met or been friends with) long to be yours.No doubt you are the one others have dreamed of... your biggest challenge is finding *your* dream lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Seducer Are You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the funny thing is that i think that is true... not just in BF relationships, but with my friends as well... i for some reason have the ability to be what people want, i can be happy in just about any situation, and i can entertain all different kinds of people... yeah... i like this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(: Me :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112914686778756057?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112914686778756057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112914686778756057&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112914686778756057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112914686778756057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/10/your-seduction-style.html' title='Your Seduction Style'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112905801534460864</id><published>2005-10-11T14:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T15:14:02.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A is for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;[A is for age:] &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[B is for bagel of choice:] &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tomatoe Basil with Olive and Dill cream cheese&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[C is for career:] &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Student at the moment, one day i'll be a piano/voice teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[D is for your dad's name:] &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jeffrey (Jeff) (Mr. Smith) (Dad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[E is for essential items to bring to a party:] &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;PEPSI and Nachoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[F is for favorite song at the moment:] &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Paper Bag (Anna Nalick)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[G is for favorite game:] &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Monopoly, Risk, Dutch Blits... any game i win at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[H is for hometown:] &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hartland Michigan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[I is for instruments you play:] &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Piano, Trombone, Voice, Hand drums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[J is for jam or jelly you like:] &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Orange Marmolade... but i'm not a PB&amp;amp;J person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[K is for kids:] &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;None now... ha!... but hopefully 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[L is for living arrangements:] durring school: &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;with my roommate, Sarah. durring vacation: at home with my parents and my 2 sisters who aren't married...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[M is for mom's name:] &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Katheline (Kathy)(Mom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[N is for name of your crush] &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;does BF count: Christopher AUSTIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[O is for overnight hospital stays] &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;uh... just when i was born (and that was one night, i came home on christmas day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[P is for phobias:] &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;worms, old people, being raped... yeah... duno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[Q is for quotes you like:] &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;lets just say "happy bunnie"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[R is for relationship that lasted the longest] &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;8 months... soon to be tied in November.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[S is for sexual preference:] &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ha! no thanks... (but when it comes time for that kind of thing... i'd have to say gy's... there's no other way for the puzzle pieces to fit... duh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[T is for time you wake up:] &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;8 30 or 9... but if i sleep in... around noon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[U is for underwear:] &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;right now... blue boy-shorts... usually, pink though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[V is for vegetable you love:] &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;almost every thing... i LOVE brustle sprouts though... oh, and SQUASH! YUM (weird, i know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[W is for weekend plans:] &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;this weekend i'm not doing much but hanging out with shawn... next weekend i'm going camping with a group of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[X is for x-rays you've had:] &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;um... my chiropractor does them every once in a while... i think i got 2 FULL sets there, and i got a couple done to my hands when i sprained my fingers (my middle right finger 2X and my left middle and ring once). and dentist x-rays... yeah... enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[Y is for yummy food you make:] &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i make KILLER french toast... and yeah... that's about it... i feel sorry for my husband... lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[Z is for zodiac sign:] &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;duno... let me check...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Astrological Sign: Capricorn&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Year: Ox&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112905801534460864?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112905801534460864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112905801534460864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112905801534460864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112905801534460864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/10/is-for.html' title='A is for...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112899090139669128</id><published>2005-10-10T20:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T20:35:01.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SLR and haircuts</title><content type='html'>i don't know why i'm writing about this now... because i'm not in the best of moods...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i think you should know about my weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um... i went to SLR (Spiritual Life Retreat) with a bunch of my friends, and people i had forgotten were my friends! wow... that's kinduh weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i definately got baptised...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the change in my life is amazing already... like... i duno how to explane... the old has gone... the new has come... it will still take some time to keep things under control... but... i'm working on it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i'm in a bad mood because... people... yeah... NVM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to circle of sisters tonight for the first time... i've never gone before, so i have NO IDEA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a shower (my hair is gross) but i don't feel like taking one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm going to cut my hair (not a lot... just, it needs a trim badly)... i'm going to go do that right now... i'm going to wash my hair in the sink and then cut it... easier that way... bye bye yall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-: Me :-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112899090139669128?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112899090139669128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112899090139669128&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112899090139669128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112899090139669128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/10/slr-and-haircuts.html' title='SLR and haircuts'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112871907531964920</id><published>2005-10-07T17:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T17:04:35.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SLR</title><content type='html'>this weekend is SLR (Spiritual Life Retreat)... it's a time when the campus can grow together as a community of believers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, now that i got that out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLR rocked last year! it's an amazing time to worship! last year Rachel got baptised, and i think T is going to get baptized this year! that will be awesome! Shawn, T, T's house and all their friends are all going! so... im going to be surrounded by lots of amazing people! i hope that great things happen to shawn and me... both of us could use God right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, pray for this weekend, please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, Chris is going to drill this weekend. i'm going to miss him, i wish he could come to SLR with us... but, i can't change his drill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(MMM, thank God for Grandma's who bake you cookies and then send them to you in the mail!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, whawn and i thought about getting him more tickets so they would put the boot on his car so he couldn't make it to drill... lol... but, we thought that would be just wrong... i do wish he could go though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to get rid of my coffee breath before i say good bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phone is ringing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112871907531964920?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112871907531964920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112871907531964920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112871907531964920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112871907531964920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/10/slr.html' title='SLR'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112865653334917122</id><published>2005-10-06T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T23:42:13.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a random survey... duno why i did it... about self esteem and drinking...</title><content type='html'>Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Are you satisfied with your overall physical appearance? &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;for the most part, yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Do you feel that you are self confident? &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pretty confiedent... most of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3)Have you ever considered plastic surgery?&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; i thought about it once... because... have you ever seen my nose?.. i swear it's never been broken before!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Do you feel that your family life is in influence in your self esteem level?&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; yeah, all my sisters are bigger than i am, (if you know what i mean)... so... yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5)What do you do to try to change your physical appearance? &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i straiten my hair sometimes... i rarely wear makeup... sometimes i wear a bra that enhances my bust! lol... i paint my toenails... sometimes i wear tight panti-hoes if i'm in a dress that hugs me (all girls understand that one!)... i don't work out, but i should...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Do you feel that having a boy/girl friend would lower or improve your self esteem? &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;it could do either, i think... depending on the person... but, shame on them if it lowers your self esteem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Do you feel that your friends lower or improve your self-esteem? &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Definately! both! they complement you lots... and, they can also insult you... hopefully they joke, but sometimes they reaily make you feel bad :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)What is more important? A) Physical Health B) Physical appearance? &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A, but i don't care enough to do anything about it... as sad as that is lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Do you think the media makes you think differently about yourself? (commercials, ads in newspapers)? &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yeah... they make me feel fat! and i'm not that fat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Do you feel that you are more or less happy with your appearance than your friends? &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;most of my friends are gy's... they don't care at all about what they look like (for the most part)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)What part of you are you most uncomfortable about? (highlight any that apply)&lt;br /&gt;-Face -&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Legs&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Stomach&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hair&lt;/span&gt; -Chest -Back -&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Arms&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nose&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Feet&lt;/span&gt; -Other_&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;my butt&lt;/span&gt;_(please, specify)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age: 19&lt;br /&gt;Male or Female: Female&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever consumed an alcoholic beverage?  Yes             &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If you answered ‘yes’, to #1, do part 1, if you answered ‘No’ do part 2.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Part 1:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a “buzz” from drinking?          Yes             No&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been drunk?                                    Yes             No&lt;br /&gt;How often do you drink?             Daily            Weekly         Monthly             Yearly&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever drink and drive (including any motorized vehicle)?         Yes           No&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you are under control when you are under the influence?   Yes           No&lt;br /&gt;Do your parents drink?             Yes       No&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever passed out from drinking?  Yes             No&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Part 2:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about alcoholic beverage?&lt;br /&gt;It’s evil                No real opinion               I think I’ll try it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i couldn't just highlight my answer... i think it's right for some people and not for others... as long as it's used responsibly and within the law i don't have a problem with it. i would like to try it one day... but... i'm not 21 yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do you try to prevent other people from doing it?   &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yes      No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i'd have to say, both... it depends on how much, what the circomstances are, and who it is... if it's at a party, the intentions aren't that great... but if it's just social drinking, one drink, not to get drunk, i don't have a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do you spend time with people that drink?   Yes       &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i've never hung out with anyone who WAS drinking... but some of my friends have drank... but not all the time... only occasionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do your parents drink?  &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;      No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but only sometimes... and only a little bit of wine... but my dad has a bear every once in a while... rarely ever, though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your view of someone change if they drink?  &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yes      No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;depends on how much, and why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i told you this was RANDOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112865653334917122?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112865653334917122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112865653334917122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112865653334917122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112865653334917122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/10/random-survey-duno-why-i-did-it-about.html' title='a random survey... duno why i did it... about self esteem and drinking...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112863456444029138</id><published>2005-10-06T17:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T17:36:04.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a bit of what's going on in my life... today</title><content type='html'>ok, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, chris got a facebook! now i can claim him as my "relationship" lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a PT test (army fitness) today at 6 30, so in an hour! well... this lady is comming to speak first, and IF we have time... so, we're going to ask as many questions as possible to keep her there and talking... so... we... won't... have... to... take... the... P... T... Test!.. AAHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah... i'm a looser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reason, i think one of my friends is getting fed up with me... and i'm sad... but, maybe it's because this friend is having troubles... i'm hoping it's not because of me... it seems to me that this person thinks i'm a hypocrit... just by the comments this person has been saying to me... *tear*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... what can a person do, right?.. if someone doesn't like me, that's their problem... yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get to see amber this weekend, after SLR, hopefully! i'm so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and SLR is going to be AMAZING! i'm going with T, Shawn and T's housemates (or, some of them atleast) it's going to be awesome!.. cold... but AWESOME anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i'm done... i'm bord... so... bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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today'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112857342449096441</id><published>2005-10-06T00:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T00:37:04.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>good night world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112857342449096441?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112857342449096441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>you never know</title><content type='html'>you never know how much you reaily know untill you're tested.&lt;br /&gt;you never know how much you love someone untill you're tempted.&lt;br /&gt;you never know how good you are untill you're given the chance to fail.&lt;br /&gt;you never know what its like to die untill you die.&lt;br /&gt;you never know what pain feels like untill you're hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you never know how much you are in love with god untill he gives you the chance to screw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized that i thought i was in tune with god. i thought i had it all under control... untill he tested me. and i failed miserably... i hope he will give me another chnace... and i pray that i will not fail next time. and i hope that the people around me can see the change in me. i hope that they will do the same thing. allow god to give them another chance. realize that they failed the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you love someone, you do what they tell you to when they're around. but when they're not around is when the test begins. do you still love them enough to do what they want you to even when they're not around to inspect your every move? do you love them enough try to live up to their expectations, even when they're not there to tell you exactly what those are? just because god's not with us right now doesn't mean he loves us any less. and just because he's not here doesn't mean we should love him any less either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love him so much! and i'm ready to start acting like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i chose my path. what is yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112838024566638423?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112838024566638423/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112831555158729885</id><published>2005-10-03T00:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T00:59:11.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty clothes and stuff</title><content type='html'>ok, so this weekend was a good one... and i don't know exactly why... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did laundry today! 2 frickin' over-flowing laundry baskets FULL! $4.50 worth! 3 loads at .75 cents a load wash and dry! talk about expensive! ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for some reason i'm in a good mood... i have no idea lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm in such a good mood because i just read amber's blog about Chicago and her BF, Justin. i am so happy! her pictures are cute too! they make a cute couple... she is taller than him though, but that's ok... it would take a special person to be taller than she is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if that made sence to ANYONE else but me, but it made sence in my head, so, it's ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to leave you now... i have like half an hour before i have to go help chris get his laundry out of the dryer. :-D i told him i'd come down and fold his cloths. i am making him! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm horriable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you all&lt;br /&gt;(: Me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112831555158729885?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112831555158729885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112831555158729885&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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lightbulb&lt;br /&gt;In a dark room&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sitting here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;To come on home and turn me on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the desert waiting for the rain&lt;br /&gt;Like a school kid waiting for the spring&lt;br /&gt;Im just sitting here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;To come on home and turn me on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor heart&lt;br /&gt;It's been so dark&lt;br /&gt;Since you've been gone&lt;br /&gt;After all you're the one who turns me off&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who can turn me back on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hi-fi is waiting for a new tune&lt;br /&gt;My glass is waiting for some fresh ice cubes&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sitting here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;To come on home and turn me on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i just realized how weird that song actually is... and it is probly not very good just from reading the lyrics... but the Song in it's tune and everything is So Cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112812264047612682</id><published>2005-09-30T19:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T19:24:00.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>talk about a frusterating day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112812264047612682?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112812264047612682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112812264047612682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112812264047612682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112812264047612682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/09/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112788013592061907</id><published>2005-09-28T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T00:02:15.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just a normal day</title><content type='html'>yeah, so i was having a good day... now... it's just... a normal day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in a good mood... now... i'm just in a... normal mood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's slowly moving to a bad one... i should go to sleep while i'm NOT in a bad mood... before things change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112788013592061907?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112788013592061907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112788013592061907&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112788013592061907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112788013592061907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-normal-day.html' title='just a normal day'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112775499137820434</id><published>2005-09-26T13:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T13:16:31.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Benefit Concert</title><content type='html'>in responce to the comment posted on my previous entry, posted by my sister, amber, i am going to give you a synopsis of the benifit concert for Huricane Katrina Victems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tickets were $10 a piece&lt;br /&gt;Concessions were from .50 (coffee/cookies) to $2.00 (nachoes) minimum donation (they could have given more if they desired to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;between tickets and concessions (and extra donations in buckets placed around the church) we made around $3,400! (not counting what they made at the exit after the concert)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that money will be used to aid in the help of victems from Katrina. probably for food and housing temporarily, i would imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides that benifit... my mom and Candie are going down to Lousianna with AIM (a mission trip organization) to set a foundation for other groups to come in and aid victems as well. i believe that they are going to be housed in a churhc (that may not have a shower) so... they will be reaily tested during their trip. both of them have their hearts set on missions, Candie went to (or may still be attending) modie bible institute for inner city missions, and my mom has always had a heart full of compassion for the less fortunate... she just hasn't had the opportunity. when the Tsunami hit in Japan, my mom said that if God made it possible for her to go she would go in a heart beat to help. but i gess the only person she was wating as God's sign for her that it was the right thing to do was that my dad would say she needed to go. and for this trip... both my dad and my grandma (who either one would have normally said no) told her, without her provoking it, that she should go. so she took that as a direct sign from God that that was the right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow... all that to say... God is Amazing. and he will be there for his people. no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112775499137820434?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112775499137820434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112775499137820434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112775499137820434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112775499137820434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/09/benefit-concert.html' title='Benefit Concert'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112773747156043672</id><published>2005-09-26T08:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T08:27:38.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>long weekend</title><content type='html'>ok, so this is what my weekend looked like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday i had all my classes, i got done at 2...&lt;br /&gt;i had time to take a shower, pack and eat dinner...&lt;br /&gt;then we left for choir retreat. that was a blast! i got to meet lots of new people and stuff :)...&lt;br /&gt;that lasted till about noon on saterday and we got back as the clock tower struck 3.&lt;br /&gt;well, then i took a nap and i went to chris's room during open hours and watched Dare Devil.&lt;br /&gt;after which i went back to my room and talked to amber about her boy (that was at about 11)&lt;br /&gt;then i slept... i needed that sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up on sunday at about 7 30 and we left at 8 00 to go home.&lt;br /&gt;chris, shawn and i went to my church sunday morning. it was cool. i love it when they come to church with me :)...&lt;br /&gt;then we went home and my dad took us to big boy and becki met us there.&lt;br /&gt;after that becki and i had to leave the boys with my dad and we went to a baby shower from 2 till about 4 30.&lt;br /&gt;but it was fun. then we met the boys at the church for the benifit concert for katrina victems.&lt;br /&gt;we helped work consessions. we reaily just goofed off all day though lol... it was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;it was 8 30 when we started cleaning up and it was 10 00 before we could go home :(&lt;br /&gt;i was SO tired... i was being grumpy to EVERYONE! i am sorry gy's... i get grumpy when i'm tired... :(&lt;br /&gt;well, when i got home chris and i went for a walk (the only time we had alone together all weekend!)&lt;br /&gt;and then we went back to our rooms.&lt;br /&gt;he had to do homework... and i think i was supposed to, but i couldn't figure out what.... because our sylibus is off schedual, and i have NO idea what our homework is supposed to be... but anyway...&lt;br /&gt;i went to bed around midnight... i could have slept till noon if i wanted to, but i had to get up for class at 9 00, so i decided to get up at 8 because i wanted time to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;i should take a shower... but i don't feel like it. i probly still have cottin candy in my hair from bagging it all up at the end. it was crazy. but fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so that is my crazy weekend. i still haven't had time to breathe... i hope i can get some today... between 12 10 and 4 i should have time. ha! and after 5 i don't think i have anything going on. so... yeah.. i'm thinking "NAP" sounds good... i don't like my monday wednesday schedual, because i have class then chapel then class again without a break. and i don't know that i want lunch today... i may... i may not...we'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* i'm kinduh exhausted... i don't want to go to class... but... i have to :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112773747156043672?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112773747156043672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112773747156043672&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112773747156043672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112773747156043672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/09/long-weekend.html' title='long weekend'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112736147014678251</id><published>2005-09-21T23:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T23:57:50.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this is fun ;)</title><content type='html'>1) Reply with your name and I'll respond with something random about you.&lt;br /&gt;2) I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;3) I'll pick a flavor/color of jello to wrestle with you in.&lt;br /&gt;4) I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.&lt;br /&gt;5) I'll tell you my first memory of you.&lt;br /&gt;6) I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.&lt;br /&gt;7) I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.&lt;br /&gt;8) If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal. You MUST. It is written.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112736147014678251?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112736147014678251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112736147014678251&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112736147014678251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112736147014678251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-is-fun.html' title='this is fun ;)'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112734887599909093</id><published>2005-09-21T20:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T20:40:14.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you so much!</title><content type='html'>this is amber... my big "little" sister &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/182/5324/640/100_9261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/182/5324/320/100_9261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realized how much i miss amber. last night (i'm not going to tell you exactly why) i was crying because i missed her so much. i was with chris at the time, and he knows what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... i decided to dedicate this blog to my baby sister, amber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dear Amber,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;     it's been a while since i've seen you. actually, it's been 4 and a half weeks! last year i was a freshman, but i never got homesick, not once. and i can't say that i'm home sick now, just... amber sick...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;     well, we have been like twins since you were born. even mom sometimes got us mixed up. growing up we shared most of our classes and teachers and even friends. you kept your eye on me and i kept mine on you. i got you out of trouble pleanty of times... and you got me into it a lot too. we faught constantly, but somehow were fine after a few minuets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*gets choaked up* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and still you are my best friend. i'm not afraid to tell you anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*chin starts to twitch* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i love you so much! you don't know how much i mean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*tear*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;you being west highland was one thing... i knew exactly what borring life you were dealing with. i knew the people you were with (wether i liked them or not). nothing new or exciting happened to you... and i knew it. but with you at ONU, i have no idea! i don't know what kind of people you have made friends with. i don't know who you hang out with and who you spend your time with! i don't know if you are safe, i don't know if you are doing ok. i miss you so much. i just can't discribe how i feel right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;     i don't know why i am being rediculous right now, i'm actually crying (and i don't do that often) (except for lately... because i've missed you so much). but i'm going to go before someone sees me like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;     i love you SO MUCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;     your little "big" sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112734887599909093?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112734887599909093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112734887599909093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112734887599909093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112734887599909093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-miss-you-so-much.html' title='i miss you so much!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112717277441259323</id><published>2005-09-19T19:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T19:34:17.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't care... i like green!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blog Should Be Purple&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyourblogorjournalbequiz/purple.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're an expressive, offbeat blogger who tends to write about anything and everything.You tend to set blogging trends, and you're the most likely to write your own meme or survey.You are a bit distant though. Your blog is all about you - not what anyone else has to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Color Should Your Blog or Journal Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112717277441259323?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112717277441259323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112717277441259323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112717277441259323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112717277441259323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-dont-care-i-like-green.html' title='i don&apos;t care... i like green!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112706032957878311</id><published>2005-09-18T12:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T12:18:50.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ouch!</title><content type='html'>man! talk about cramps :( i'm in such pain right now... even if i come home (to school) today i'm probly not going to be any good for anything. i hate being a girl... besides the fact that it's disgusting! it just plane hurts! &gt;:-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i'm done complaning. i just wish that god made us differently. because this sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm planing to come home before dinner. but if i still feel like crap i will probly skip dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe i'm watching Rescuers it's cool. i miss this movie :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later yall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112706032957878311?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112706032957878311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112706032957878311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112706032957878311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112706032957878311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/09/ouch.html' title='ouch!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112674720515376262</id><published>2005-09-14T21:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T21:20:06.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what i did today</title><content type='html'>hmmm... lets start from the begining...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got up at 8 30 and figured out that i need to do laundry, so i put on a skirt instead of my jeans (that i have been wearing all week!) i went to theory and... had theory class... then went to chapel and chris fell asleep (he's probly got a bruise where i kept elboeing him) then i had history and literature of music where i found out the most exciting news of the day! i tested out of music perspectives!! (i'm going to revise my schedual in the previous post) so, yeah, i had his/lit/music... then... i had lunch, which was allright... then chris and i went and got drop and add slips so i can add chamber singers and drop perspectives (chris has a few classes to change too)... then i went and worked out with becki... then i went with chris to his choir tryout (which he made it!) and then we went to dinner... then he had class, so i went to my room... and decided to ask becki to take me to wallmart where i bought 2 pairs of pants, a tank top and some fabric for curtins for my closet! it's pink... of corse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, that's my day... and chris is fixing his computer at the moment, so i'm bord again. i think my floor had a movie today too, but... i missed it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... i'm just wating for something exciting to happen so i can... do something... exciting... ? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i think i'm going to play my piano right now... maybe... no... i feel like sitting here and listening to music... how borring am i?? lol whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buh bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112674720515376262?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112674720515376262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112674720515376262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112674720515376262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112674720515376262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-i-did-today.html' title='what i did today'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112661727583455821</id><published>2005-09-13T09:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T21:27:05.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>so many classes!</title><content type='html'>ok, so here's my schedual... the music program is so stupid...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:&lt;br /&gt;9-10 theory2&lt;br /&gt;1010-1100 chapel&lt;br /&gt;1110-1210 history and literature of music&lt;br /&gt;4-5 concert choir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;930-1030 aural harmony2&lt;br /&gt;1230-130 chamber singers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;2-3 music perspectives&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(tested out 9/14)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-5 concert choir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedesnday:&lt;br /&gt;9-10 theory2&lt;br /&gt;1010-1100 chapel&lt;br /&gt;1110-1210 history and literature of music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;930-1030 aural harmony2&lt;br /&gt;1230-130 chamber singers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;2-3 music perspectives&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(tested out 9/14)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-5 concert choir&lt;br /&gt;630-830 rotc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;830-900 piano lessons&lt;br /&gt;9-10 theory2&lt;br /&gt;1110-1210 history and literature of music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;130-200 voice lessons&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(new)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;350 music lab (select days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't even have my voice lessons schedualed yet! it's rediculous! i only have 14 credits (possibly 15 when i add chamber singers) but i have more than 20 hours of work! it's sick! yeah... if you're not passionate about music... DO NOT persue it as a school education. it sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha! i have class in 10 min. buh bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112661727583455821?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112661727583455821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112661727583455821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112661727583455821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112661727583455821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-many-classes.html' title='so many classes!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112658185798330632</id><published>2005-09-12T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T23:24:22.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my love personality</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How You Are In Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz/rose.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You take a while to fall in love with someone. Trust takes time.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to take more than give in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. You want to see your love all the time.&lt;br /&gt;You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change.&lt;br /&gt;You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Are You In Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112658185798330632?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112658185798330632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112658185798330632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112658185798330632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112658185798330632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-love-personality.html' title='my love personality'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112645999105036698</id><published>2005-09-11T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T13:33:11.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a tribute</title><content type='html'>if you're an american than you have a story. if you are reading this than you will remember what happened on this date, 4 years ago. the following link was writen by my sister, Amber. i was going to write something "profound" and "inspirational" to remember 9/11 by, but when i read this i realized that i could not. so i am going to leave you to read hers. please, don't over look it. it's priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=lovestruckandluvingit"&gt;http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=lovestruckandluvingit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112645999105036698?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112645999105036698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112645999105036698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112645999105036698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112645999105036698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/09/tribute.html' title='a tribute'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112638127360035606</id><published>2005-09-10T15:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T15:41:13.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Quit... Keep Playing</title><content type='html'>When the house lights dimmed and the concert was about to begin, the mother returned to her seat and discovered that the child was missing Suddenly, the curtains parted and spotlights focused on the impressive Steinway on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In horror, the mother saw her little boy sitting at the keyboard, innocently picking out "Twinkle,Twinkle Little Star."At that moment, the great piano master made his entrance, quickly moved to the piano, and whispered in the boy's ear,"Don't quit." "Keep playing." Then, leaning over, Paderewski reached down with his left hand and began filling in a bass part. Soon his right arm reached around to the other side of the child, and he added a running obbligato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, the old master and the young novice transformed what could have been a frightening situation into a wonderfully creative experience. The audience was so mesmerized that they couldn't recall what else the great master played. Only the classic," Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that's the way it is with God. What we can accomplish on our own is hardly noteworthy. We try our best, but the results aren't always graceful flowing music. However, with the hand of the Master, our life's work can truly be beautiful. The next time you set out to accomplish great feats, listen carefully. You may hear the voice of the Master, whispering in your ear, "Don't quit." "Keep playing." May you feel His arms around you and know that His hands are there, helping you turn your feeble attempts into true masterpieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, God doesn't seem to call the equipped, rather, He equips the 'called.' Life is more accurately measured by the lives you touch than by the things you acquire. So touch someone by passing this little message along.May God bless you and be with you always! and remember, "Don't quit." "Keep playing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ i got this from a friend's LJ. i thought it was great. you know, that truely is how life goes... i have no idea how the silly little things we do can even come close to what they are. i mean, how can WE, so little as we are, do anything on our own? if it weren't for God's hands playing along with us i think we would still be running around in the desert wondering where the heck we are... instead, he lead us through the wilderness and turned our screwed up lives into beautiful creations.  that's all i have to say...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112638127360035606?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112638127360035606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112638127360035606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112638127360035606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112638127360035606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/09/dont-quit-keep-playing.html' title='Don&apos;t Quit... Keep Playing'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112627008350801510</id><published>2005-09-09T08:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T08:48:05.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Days!</title><content type='html'>oh wow... that took a while! my internet wasn't working for the longest time! but, it was because i spelled something in the proxy wrong... Thank God for boyfriend's roommates! (i love you shawn!) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... so... to sum up my last week!&lt;br /&gt;i moved in on tuesday. it was mostly un-eventfull... the gy's were supposed to meet me to unpack my room, but... they bailed! (but eh... my mom and becki and i have muscles! well, becki and my mom do... lol) we visited the gy's rooms! which are awesome by the way! and, yeah... nothing happened that day reaily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday. borring. except that wednesday night we had the arbor nights thing at the clock tower. that was fun! oh, and... i had a melt down because i have no girlfriends, but, jacob's girlfriend/just a friend/not sure yet what direction we're supposed to be in so we're kinduh in limbo (ha!) became my friend, which is cool! because i reaily don't have any girlfriends to hang out with all the time... becki and T are in a house now, so i can't just eat lunch in the DC with THEM! and i don't knwo anyone on my floor... ha! i'm a looser! but it's all ok now... but, i do miss Rachel! i can't wate till she graduates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was the start of classes... i had Aural Harmony III (we have a new teacher, and i am so glad) and i ate lunch with the gy's... but, they didn't wate for me, i had to run to catch them! it was a sad sad day... lol... so, shawn and i decided that every tuesday and thursday we would eat lunch together! because he gets out of class at 12 15, and the gy's usually don't wate that long. then i had music perspectives, and the teacher i was glad to get rid of is teaching that class! EW! but eh, mrs heidenburg is team teaching it with him, so it won't be that bad... and we didn't have choir... but we had ROTC. that was allright... i kinduh want to drop it though, because, ha! i duno... but it is fun being with the gy's... lol... hmmm what else... we went out with Matt and this chick he met... he didn't want to take her out alone, because it would be weird, and he didn't want to like, scare her because he doesn't even know her, so chris shawn and i went along... it was fun! i got to hear his testimony. which was Way Cool! he was a weird kid once, but eh, we all love him now... most of the time! lol yeah, so that's thursday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i have theory at 9, chapel at 10, history and literature of music at 11 and lunch (hopefully people will wate for me) at 12 15 or so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is good so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112627008350801510?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112627008350801510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112627008350801510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112627008350801510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112627008350801510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/09/crazy-days.html' title='Crazy Days!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112597846846720590</id><published>2005-09-05T23:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T23:47:48.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomarrow! it's only a day away!</title><content type='html'>WOW, i move in TOMARROW!! i'm so excited! i'm pretty much packed... just have to pack up the car (partly packed up already) and then go around amking sure i don't leave anything behind... i already know i need to pack my lamp, bedding, other stuff... my tower with stuff in it lol... yeah... we'll see tomarrow though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to post today, even though my computer is already packed up... i'm on becki's computer... but, i had so much on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday chris rachel shawn and i went and saw the skelatin key... it was good... spooky... it was funny because chris doesn't like to watch scairy movies... but the rest of us do, he had to deel with it, he was out numbered lol... but i think he was ok with it... i jump a lot though... lol... but we went driving for a bit (were going to the zoo, but it closed too early and we wanted to spend more time) we went to the cold stone creamery... that was great! and we just hung out. we all talked on the porch for a bit too... and we went to kmart... i think that was like the first time i went to kmart because i'm a wallmart fan... lol... but eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachel spent the night last night and helped me pack thismorning... we watched Rock-a-Doodle last night and thismorning (she fell asleep, so i stopped it half way last night) i haven't seen that movie in like 10 years! it was my favorite movie in like 1st grade! i have the paper to prove it! (i just found a paper saying my favorite movie and subject and best friend and stuff) ha! something funny, in first grade my best subject was SPELLING! wow... and the funny thing was that almost every word in that booklet was spelled wrong lol... gosh, i hate spelling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, earlier tonight we went to my aunt's house and had a barbicue. it was fun! we had salmon and tirky burgors...  it was GOOD! and i'm reaily tired now... i'm going to go to bed... maybe read one more chapter before i fall asleep... but i probly won't finish the chapter... I CAAN"T WATE FOR TOMSARROW TO COME! Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe, i get to see all my friends and stuff!! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm done for the night... good night everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112597846846720590?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112597846846720590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112597846846720590&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112597846846720590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112597846846720590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/09/tomarrow-its-only-day-away.html' title='Tomarrow! it&apos;s only a day away!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112579637337042698</id><published>2005-09-03T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T21:12:53.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting news!</title><content type='html'>something EXCITING happened! ok, so... my mom has missions on her heart! when the tsunami happened in japan she said "if i knew it was the right thing to do i would go and help them in a heart beat" and the same thing happened when the devistation in the south happened... "i would go help them in a heart beat!". well.. she told everyone she knew and all the responces she got were "i think you should go" and then today my dad said "i think you can't not go" and that settled it! my mom said that she was just wating for my dad to ok it, she decided that if dad was behind her than it must be the right thing to do! so... my mom is going to organize a trip (for who knows how long) down south hopefully working with a church and doing whatever they can to help! i was SO excited! she's going to make it an adult trip and whoever wants to come (and is able to) can! i would so go! if i didn't have school this semester... my dad even sigusted that i take a semester off, but i can't do that so close to the start of the school eyar... but, my mom said that they may find that a church needs construction and it may be ready for it by january, so, maybe i can bring a team of college students back around new years and help build a church! that is SUCH an exciting thing for me! i missed a mission trip this summer! it was so sad! i didn't know what to do with myself.. and my heart is so full of helping people (because i didn't get to go on one this summer) that i am SO willing to go just like that! anything i can do to help! WOW you have no idea how excited i am right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so now that that is off my chest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the garrage sale went well... we made almost $200! WOW... yeah, it worked out to be 97 something each for becki and me...yeah! and because i had to spend my summer savings on something else i atleast got a little bit back... it's not the whole lot of it, but it's $100! i mean... who could pass that up?? lol... so, my parents are going to get becki and me moved in to SAU tuesday and then ship the rest (garrage full) of the stuff to the salvation army... and if my mom finds that the mission trip could use the cloths... she'll probly save them for the people down south... i'm going to get a hold of crystal paul (my roommate last year) and see if she knows of a church down there (lousianna) who could use some help... i duno... i wish i knew her phone number... i would call her just to see how things are at her house... i duno even if they survived! how sad is that?? i mean... she was my ROOMMATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, there's nothing i can do about it at the moment... i'm going to see if i can contact her once i get back to school tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and tomarrow chris and shawn are taking rachel and me to the zoo! i've never been to a real zoo before! we're probly going to go to the toleto (sp) zoo... how fun will that be! cottin candy here i come! i wonder if they have dippin dots there... that just sounds so good! oh, and i want a balloon! i need to paint my toenails! is it supposed to be hot? because if it is i might wear a skirt to the zoo... because i don't wear shorts, and pants might be too hot! i don't want to wear my white caprees because they might get dirty... that would be bad (pluss, i think they're see through! lol) hmmm... i'll find something cute to wear tot he zoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you tell that i'm in a reaily good mood right now?? lol... i was at this resteraunt today (just got back as a matter of fact) and i was just so excited (because the garrage sale was done, i just got a lot of money from it, and my mom's trip) i was like bouncing in my chair!! it was funny, then my mom said "i haven't seen you this hyper since you were with kregg" i just laughed at her! it was pretty funny... i gess my mom was dreading the day that he and i would have kids... they would be all over the place! he was ADD... and i'm the closest thing to being ADD there is without being titled it... (did that make sense? oh well) anyways... i'm not with kregg any more... hehe... i've got chris... and i'm not letting him go! pluss... whoelse do you know who will take you to the zoo?? hehe... since i've never been to the zoo, than... i'd have to say NO ONE! hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i have to stop before i type my computer to death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, one more story...&lt;br /&gt;we were at the sale today (ha! just in our front yard) and these kids (who have been there every day!) came over and said "have you seen a dog? it bit my brother on the face" i was like... uh... it was sad... this little 6 year old boy holding a towel on his face... and the cut was from his nose to his mouth! and it was almost all the way through! it was horrable! well, they didn't have a phone or a car, so they borrowed my cell and called a friend fo theirs and took him to the hospital... then we had to find out if the dog had rabies shots already or not... so they called my cell (because they had the number from when she used it) so my mom went around the block with the kids to the lady's house who owned the dog... and my mom (who has to help as much as she can) was gone for a while just trying to help the poor kids out! but everything is ok now, i think... the kid got liquid stitches on his lip, and i think they're sueing the lady... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm reaily done... a sad note to such a happy mood... oh well... i'm still in a good mood! i want chris to get online because i want so badly to talk to him right now! i'm in such a good mood and that would just make me in an even better one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know why i'm in a good mood... i kinduh feel sick... i think i ate a rottin tomatoe today... and it's not seetling well in my tummy... :( yuch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... i'm done now, i promice!  buh bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112579637337042698?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112579637337042698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112579637337042698&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112579637337042698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112579637337042698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/09/exciting-news.html' title='Exciting news!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112568550511384775</id><published>2005-09-02T14:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T14:25:05.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i didn't mean it...</title><content type='html'>ok, so i didn't post last night because i got in late... and was exhausted from the garrage sale... Chris came to visit me though, and we saw the brother's grimm... that was a Good Movie too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have been working the sale since 9 this morning and it's like 2.... i'm taking a break right now... i'm reading HP and the order of the phoneix. it's depressing at the moment... harry is just in a bad mood and now i'm in a bad mood because of him... lol... does that make sense at all?? because it's true... and i think i made chris mad at me because of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to say hi to him and he wanted to play a video game. so i just left him alone. then when he wanted to talk to me i got all miffed... i shouldn't have done that... i'm sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goombaSAU: well back to my game&lt;br /&gt;LisaRachelle85: yup&lt;br /&gt;goombaSAU: love you and ill talk to you later&lt;br /&gt;LisaRachelle85: k&lt;br /&gt;goombaSAU is away at 2:00:41 PM. goombaSAU returned at 2:01:41 PM.&lt;br /&gt;goombaSAU: so y are yo ugrumpy&lt;br /&gt;LisaRachelle85: you're playing a game... go away&lt;br /&gt;goombaSAU: fine be that waygoomba&lt;br /&gt;SAU is away at 2:02:17 PM.&lt;br /&gt;LisaRachelle85: sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, see what i mean... i was being rude and i feel bad now... but i don't want to interrupt his game... i'm tired and hungry and thirsty and i have a massive headache! i think i'm going to take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( sorry ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112568550511384775?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112568550511384775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112568550511384775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112568550511384775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112568550511384775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-didnt-mean-it.html' title='i didn&apos;t mean it...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112553562137161883</id><published>2005-08-31T20:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T20:47:01.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this is so true!</title><content type='html'>i got this from a friend... and i love what it says... everything... just read it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot,&lt;br /&gt;who calls you back when you hang up on him,&lt;br /&gt;who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.&lt;br /&gt;who kisses your forehead,&lt;br /&gt;who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats.&lt;br /&gt;who holds your hand in front of his friends,&lt;br /&gt;who thinks your just as pretty without makeup on,&lt;br /&gt;who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you,&lt;br /&gt;and how lucky he is to have you.&lt;br /&gt;wait for the one who turns to his friends and says, "...that's her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this is true, it all has happened, all i can say is... "that's him."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112553562137161883?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112553562137161883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112553562137161883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112553562137161883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112553562137161883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-is-so-true.html' title='this is so true!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112553526486238587</id><published>2005-08-31T20:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T20:41:04.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just a few more days!</title><content type='html'>hehe, just 5 more days till move in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomarrow, friday and saterday we have a garrage sale at my house. it has been a work in progress ALL SUMMER! but it's finally happening! the lawn is full of junk i wouldn't want... and the garrage is full of clothes i won't wear... lol but it's going to be fun. hopefully i'll get the next harry potter book (the order of the phoenix) read in the next 3 days with the whole 8 hours a day, three days... that's like, what? 24 hours? i think i could get the book read in that amount of time, if not i'll have sunday and monday to read too... and hopefully i can start the half blood prince shortly after that (i'm borrowing that one from chris when he's finished with it) yeah, so... yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also need to do laundry... i'll have to do that tomarrow... and we have to finish packing and organizing things monday... move in is tuesday! i can't wate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want more coffee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh! i got these chocolate covered coffee beans! they're awesome! i'm saving some for Chris Foster... duno if he has had them before, but i thought he might like them... it's like a total caffeen buzz! eat 3 of them and you'll be shaking for hours! WOW... anyways... i want some right now... *chew *chew *chew ... those are so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister (becki) just got the Nora Jones CD, and i love it! i've listened to it for like 3 days strait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm burning all of my dad's blues CD's... i love blues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112553526486238587?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112553526486238587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112553526486238587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112553526486238587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112553526486238587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/08/just-few-more-days.html' title='just a few more days!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112545467289800615</id><published>2005-08-30T22:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T22:17:52.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just keeping you in the loup</title><content type='html'>so, i thought i'd actually write something too... we have 6 days till move in! i'm so EXCITED! i have no idea what will go on with move in, but i have becki... and chris and shawn are moving in monday so... lol... i have muscle to help me move in :) i'm such a wimp... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss chris... we had a BLAST in SC, but now... i miss him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wate to see Foster and Matt again either! and i miss Alex too! even though he was sexist... (i never figured out if he was serious, or just joking most of the time) lol... anyways... only 6 more days... then i will be back at home and in the swing of things... here it just feels like... biding my time till life begins, you know... nothing happening... just... blah... but at school... that's when life happens, ya know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... enough about that... yeah, so chris definately said he would be on-line when i got out of the shower... and he's definately not... yeah, i think i'm going to play with my dolls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how girly am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112545467289800615?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112545467289800615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112545467289800615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112545467289800615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112545467289800615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/08/just-keeping-you-in-loup.html' title='just keeping you in the loup'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112545115958031011</id><published>2005-08-30T21:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T21:25:37.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i love this pic</title><content type='html'>Rain Forest Cafe... nuff said &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/182/5324/640/CIMG0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/182/5324/320/CIMG0030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112545115958031011?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112545115958031011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112545115958031011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112545115958031011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112545115958031011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-love-this-pic.html' title='i love this pic'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112545117758135595</id><published>2005-08-30T21:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T21:25:27.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/182/5324/640/CIMG0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/182/5324/320/CIMG0036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112545117758135595?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112545117758135595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112545117758135595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112545117758135595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112545117758135595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/08/hehe_30.html' title='hehe'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112545119183670104</id><published>2005-08-30T21:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T21:25:18.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Rock Cafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/182/5324/640/CIMG0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/182/5324/320/CIMG0042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112545119183670104?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112545119183670104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112545119183670104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112545119183670104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112545119183670104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/08/hard-rock-cafe.html' title='Hard Rock Cafe'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112545113402899998</id><published>2005-08-30T21:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T21:25:57.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ed Debevic's</title><content type='html'>the four of us at Ed Debevic's... fun times &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/182/5324/640/CIMG00371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/182/5324/320/CIMG00371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112545113402899998?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112545113402899998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112545113402899998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112545113402899998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112545113402899998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/08/ed-debevics.html' title='Ed Debevic&apos;s'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112537812753239319</id><published>2005-08-30T01:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T22:21:11.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>more pictures!</title><content type='html'>i finally got pictures from chris from Chicago... this is a cute picture of Jen, Chris and Me... too bad we don't have one of all four of us... but we had a blast. aren't we cute! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/182/5324/640/CIMG0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/182/5324/320/CIMG0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a quick re-cap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, May 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="111497568427773758"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicago!&lt;br /&gt;i went to chicago this weekend. we saw Rockapella! the group that sang the Carmin Sandiago Song...it was amazing! i loved it! that was friday night... we ate at Rainforest Cafe, then went to the show. in the morning we went shoping down the magnificent mile and ate at ed debevics', it was so fun! the whole weekend was a blast! then, today, i got my new phone! it is so much better than my old one! ha! GOOD DAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112537812753239319?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112537812753239319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112537812753239319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112537812753239319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112537812753239319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/08/more-pictures.html' title='more pictures!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112537511987875242</id><published>2005-08-30T00:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T00:11:59.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>something funny to read... lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;amberohmy:&lt;/span&gt; so what are you and kreg talking about&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;amberohmy:&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LisaRachelle85:&lt;/span&gt; lol nothing much&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LisaRachelle85:&lt;/span&gt; i'm actually rolling a ball of yarn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LisaRachelle85:&lt;/span&gt; lol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;amberohmy:&lt;/span&gt; yeah... didn't get that part???!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LisaRachelle85:&lt;/span&gt; huh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;amberohmy:&lt;/span&gt; I don't get it...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LisaRachelle85:&lt;/span&gt; i'm rolling a ball of yarn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LisaRachelle85:&lt;/span&gt; seriously&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LisaRachelle85:&lt;/span&gt; the yarn fell appart... so i'm rolling it into a ball&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LisaRachelle85:&lt;/span&gt; lol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;amberohmy:&lt;/span&gt; you're a retard!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LisaRachelle85:&lt;/span&gt; ha! why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;amberohmy:&lt;/span&gt; I just don't get it!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LisaRachelle85:&lt;/span&gt; lol ask kregg what i'm doing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LisaRachelle85:&lt;/span&gt; i'm freeking ROLLING A BALL OF YARN... what's not to get?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;amberohmy:&lt;/span&gt; on the internet?!!!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LisaRachelle85:&lt;/span&gt; no flippie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LisaRachelle85:&lt;/span&gt; in my hand!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;amberohmy:&lt;/span&gt; hehe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;amberohmy:&lt;/span&gt; I understand now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LisaRachelle85:&lt;/span&gt; you're the retard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LisaRachelle85:&lt;/span&gt; what did you think?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;amberohmy:&lt;/span&gt; DUNNO...(sorry) thought it was a figure of speach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LisaRachelle85:&lt;/span&gt; ha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LisaRachelle85:&lt;/span&gt; that's a retarted figure of speach!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LisaRachelle85:&lt;/span&gt; lol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amber, i love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112537511987875242?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112537511987875242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112537511987875242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112537511987875242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112537511987875242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/08/something-funny-to-read-lol.html' title='something funny to read... lol'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112533854802779424</id><published>2005-08-29T14:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T14:06:12.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just another survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;form action="'http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/do-survey.php'" method="'post'" target="'_new'"&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="#efefef" cellspacing="0" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Name:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lisa Rachelle Smith&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Birthday:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;12/24/85&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Birthplace:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michigan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Current Location:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hartland, Mi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Eye Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5'7"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Right Handed or Left Handed:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;right handed, not wrong handed... lol&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Heritage:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;uh... everything european including Jewish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;The Shoes You Wore Today:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;uh... pink thongs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Weakness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;coffee/dark chocolate!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Fears:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;worms, old people, things not working out&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Perfect Pizza:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;green olives, peperoni, feta cheeze&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;better grades&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;so, anyways...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Thoughts First Waking Up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dang It!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Best Physical Feature:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;my hands, or maybe my eyes, i gess...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Bedtime:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;uh... whenever i fall asleep&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Most Missed Memory:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hmmm... peru... or Cancoon!.. or maybe school... i miss school&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Pepsi or Coke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;P*E*P*S*I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;MacDonalds or Burger King:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mac&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Single or Group Dates:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Either one... depends on the mood&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nestea... i gess...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chocolate! all the way!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;depends on the mood... right now... coffee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Smoke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NO... makes me gagg just smelling it... yuck!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Swear:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sometimes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Sing:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heck Yes!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Shower Daily:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;most days... lol&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you Been in Love:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i am in love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you want to go to College:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i am in college!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you want to get Married:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;heck yes!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you belive in yourself:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;most days&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you get Motion Sickness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;not usually&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you think you are Attractive:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sometimes... lol&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you a Health Freak:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you get along with your Parents:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;most of the time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you like Thunderstorms:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sometimes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you play an Instrument:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;piano, and i used to play trombone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;never in my life... and not till i'm 21&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you Smoked:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;never... still&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you been on Drugs:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;never... gross&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you gone on a Date:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hehe... i love Chris&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you gone to a Mall:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yeah, with chris, rachel and shawn...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hehe... well, it was a snack pack from the gass station, but still... it was good!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you eaten Sushi:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no, but i Love Sushi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you been on Stage:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;um, yeah, every sunday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you been Dumped:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nope... 6 months as of the middle of August for chris and me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Never... but i wouldn't say no, if i had the chance... and it was somewhere where we wouldn't get cought... lol&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you Stolen Anything:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;uh, i don't think so... lol&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever been Drunk:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;still... never touched the stuff&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever been called a Tease:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;uh...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever been Beaten up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;not for real... lol&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever Shoplifted:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How do you want to Die:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;um, cancer or something that i will know when i am going to go... easier that way on everyone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What do you want to be when you Grow Up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a music teacher and involved in church music ministry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What country would you most like to Visit:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ooh! Europe... probly scottland!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;In a Boy/Girl..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favourite Eye Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;blue, or green&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favourite Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dirty blonde... or brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Short or Long Hair:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;short&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taller than me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Weight:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;more than me... lol&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Best Clothing Style:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;whatever... as long as it's clean&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of Drugs I have taken:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;none&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of CDs I own:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;uh... duno... not enough&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of Piercings:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;is this asking for me? because i have 5...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of Tattoos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i want one, so does chris&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of things in my Past I Regret:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hmmm... enough&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;CREATE YOUR OWN!&lt;/a&gt; - or - &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;GET PAID TO TAKE SURVEYS!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112533854802779424?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112533854802779424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112533854802779424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112533854802779424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112533854802779424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/08/just-another-survey.html' title='just another survey'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112528783232454468</id><published>2005-08-28T23:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T22:06:55.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>back from SC</title><content type='html'>i'm back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a blast this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a great time with chris and Neil... he's so cool! i didn't think i'd like him at all... because chris kindof gave him a bad rep... but he's great! i think even chris likes him too! yeah... that's pretty much all i have to say about this week... if you care... you can ask... otherwise, all i can say is WOW it was FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and chris knows sign language now... well... the alphabet... it's SO FUN to talk to him in sign language!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/showpet.php?b=bWM9bGxhbWEuc3dmJmNscj0weGYxMGQ2YSZjbj1sbGFtYSBkdWNrIGdvIG1vbyZhbj1saXNh"&gt;http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/showpet.php?b=bWM9bGxhbWEuc3dmJmNscj0weGYxMGQ2YSZjbj1sbGFtYSBkdWNrIGdvIG1vbyZhbj1saXNh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's funny... just check it out... lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112528783232454468?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112528783232454468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112528783232454468&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112528783232454468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112528783232454468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/08/back-from-sc.html' title='back from SC'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112468688053051775</id><published>2005-08-22T00:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T01:01:20.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomarrow, Tomarrow... it's only a day away!</title><content type='html'>hehe! so, TOMARROW! i get to go to SC with Chris and his family!! ROCK ON! well... it will be fun... but it will be tough riding down there... because... yeah... i'll tell you later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a lot to do in the morning... like, pack... finish my laundry (not necessilary in that order)... clean my room... make sure everything is in order... oh, and go shoping... EW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tummie hurts... and i'm hungry... and tired... but i promiced that i wouldn't get off till chris got on when he gets home... he just left at like 12 30... so he should be home in half an hour or so... but i have my phone, so if he needs to he can call... if not... i'm going to keep reading, and home i don't fall asleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112468688053051775?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112468688053051775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112468688053051775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112468688053051775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112468688053051775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/08/tomarrow-tomarrow-its-only-day-away.html' title='Tomarrow, Tomarrow... it&apos;s only a day away!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112450441468970198</id><published>2005-08-19T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T22:20:14.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm just here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm in no mood what so ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;just kinduh sitting here... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wondering what mood to be in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm going to start my period soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i hope i am over before tuesday... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well, i won't be over by tuesday... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but i hope i'm not on it for more than 2 days while i'm in South Carolina... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that would suck... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;for everyone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but i'm supposed to start between today and sunday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that means i get over with Tuesday -Thursday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but we leave tuesday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'll probly be done wednesday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it would just suck...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;eh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'll get over it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm eating Cheeze soup right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it's ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm also reading Harry Potter...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;kindof.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i miss chris right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i get to see him tuesday, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;allright...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;because i'm just going on and on about absolutely nothing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'll leave you all alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm so completely emotionless right now it's hillarious...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;if i was in a mood, i might just laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but i'm not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so it's not even funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;never mind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(: Me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112450441468970198?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112450441468970198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112450441468970198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112450441468970198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112450441468970198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-just-here.html' title='i&apos;m just here...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112434612132046938</id><published>2005-08-18T02:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T02:22:01.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just in a bad mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;She don't run from the sun no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She boxed her Shadow and she won&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Said, "I can see you laugh through these bottle caps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And this wire around my neck ain't there for fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But someday we'll all be old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'll be so damn beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meanwhile I'll hide my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here in this paper bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause if I can't see you then you can't see me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it'll be okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fly little bee away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To where there's no more rain and I can be me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, they talk about her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She smiles like she's so tough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She says "Hey, can you talk a little louder?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't think my heart is broken enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But someday we'll all be old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'll be so damn beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meanwhile I'll hide my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here in this paper bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause if I can't see you then you can't see me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it'll be okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fly little bee away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To where there's no more rain and I can be me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some days I wade in the indigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Singing that song on the radio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I blame these puddles on the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know I gotta keep these cheeks dry today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gotta keep my cheating strategy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And baby I'm gonna have it made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But someday we'll all be old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'll be so damn beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meanwhile I'll hide my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here in this paper bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause if I can't see you then you can't see me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it'll be okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fly little bee away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To where there's no more rain and I can be me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;some day i won't have to be just me... some day i'll be more beautiful than all you frickin' loosers... and no one will be able to say that i'm not as good as you any more! i'm done pretending to be you. i'm done wanting to be you. i'm done being you. i'm just going to be me. i just want to be loved for me. some day i'll be perfect, and no one can wish i were something else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112434612132046938?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112434612132046938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112434612132046938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112434612132046938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112434612132046938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/08/just-in-bad-mood.html' title='just in a bad mood'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112433819220193734</id><published>2005-08-17T23:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T00:09:52.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>not the best day... but not all bad :)</title><content type='html'>well, first off, i went with Rachel to get her senior pictures done. it was so much fun! we sang and goofed off! it was great! i can't wate to see what they turn out like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second, Chris came... he had to wate for me to get done with rachel... but we had a blast... first, i took a shower (and made him wate for me lol) then we went to Arbies... that was fun... then we hung out at the house and had an important discussion about things... (you just don't need to know... lol)... then he gave me a foot massage and put lotion on my legs (everything below my knees, it was AMAZING!)... then he painted my toes! then my dad said he was leaving, so we had to go... so i had to finish the last 3 toes... took less time than the other 7, but definately didn't look as good!.. then we went to see if a movie was playing, but, no... then we went to Bed, Bath and Beyond (just because i like that store)... then we went to Circut City (ha! i was bord... sorry chris lol)... then we went to Target and walked around for a bit... then we went to Lone Star! (that was SO GOOD!)... then we talked for a while and came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third, Chris asked my mom if i could go with him to South Carolina to see his sister's graduation from basic with his family. she said she didn't have a problem with it, but then we had to ask my dad! he said that he was uncomfortable because we have been spending too much time together! i was like... (in my head) "HE WAS FRICKIN' GONE FOR 2 WEEKS! OF CORSE WE HAVE BEEN SPENDING A LOT OF TIME TOGETHER!" but not only was he gone, but the last 3 days that we were together it was not Chris and Lisa time, it was Chris, Lisa, Rachel and Shawn time... that's not good enough! lol... so, i think he understands that... but Chris and I decided that for the next 6 days we can do without eachother (with the exception of the phone and the internet) till we go. and, he doesn't know that, but he said that if we felt that we were seeing eachother in moderation that he didn't see a problem with it either. we would be going with him, his parents, his sister's boyfriend and his grandparents. so, they didn't have a problem with it... i was completely surprised! but i am so happy! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, all in all my day was not a complete disaster! lol hehehehehehe... i'm in a good mood, actually... even though it's going to be a week before i see chris again, that's ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... gatta do some things before i go to bed... including read more of my book... i've been spending so much time with chris (as apposed to the last 2 weeks where i read 3 books in 2 weeks) that i read 19 chapters of one book... in the 3 days before Chris got home! i have probly read 3 chapters in the 5 days since he HAS been back! wow! i'm a looser! yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112433819220193734?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112433819220193734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112433819220193734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112433819220193734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112433819220193734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/08/not-best-day-but-not-all-bad.html' title='not the best day... but not all bad :)'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112416576438776768</id><published>2005-08-16T00:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T00:16:04.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i reaily need to start Titling these things better...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112416576438776768?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112416576438776768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112416576438776768&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112416576438776768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112416576438776768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-reaily-need-to-start-titling-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112416571497220123</id><published>2005-08-16T00:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T00:15:14.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>:-D</title><content type='html'>ok, so i'm in a reailly good mood right now! Chris came to church yesterday, and then shawn was having a crapy day and decided to come over too after work (like 6-ish). so... he, chris and i talked for a bit, then Rachel called (we were supposed to go visit Chris and Shawn today) so i was like... hey, do you want to go out to dinner with us (not telling her that shawn was over too!) so, we went and picked her up and she met shawn! which was SO FUN! they hit it off well... ANYWAYS! then the gy's stayed till like 1 00 and shawn and chris both drove home together (leaving chris's car at McDonalds parking lot because they would not have made it home otherwise). then Rachel spent the night and we went to charlotte today... we hung out with chris and shawn all day! we went to the mall (shawn kindof having a bad day still at times...) but Rachel is SO Loveable! that she got him in a good mood :) Rachel has that gift! hehe... she makes EVERYONE smile :-D well, we hung out at the mall for a while, then went to shawn's house for a bit, then took rachel home and Shawn and chris and i hung out at my house for a while talking about... stuff... lol... then the gy's headed home just a little bit ago taking chris's carback home. yeah... that was my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha! ok, so i have still not read much of my book. i'm on chapter 20 and haven't picked it up for 3 days! but tomarrow i will have time, i have to read and paint my dad's indian (that clutters up the front porch... i HATE that thing, but he won't let me throw it away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... i'm going to read some more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night all! i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112416571497220123?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112416571497220123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112416571497220123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112416571497220123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112416571497220123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/08/d.html' title=':-D'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112399335648136951</id><published>2005-08-14T00:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T00:22:36.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sk8er Boi-Avril Lavigne</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was a boy she was a girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can i make it anymore obvious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was a punkshe did ballet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What more can I say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He wanted her, but she'd never tell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That secretly she wanted him as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But all of her friends, stuck up their nose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They had a problem with his baggy clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was a sk8r boy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she said see ya later boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he wasn't good enough for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She had a pretty face &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but her head was up in space&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She needed to come back down to Earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 years from nowshe sits at home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feeding her baby she's all alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She turns on TV, guess who she sees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sk8r Boi rocking up MTV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She calls up her friends they already know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They've all got tickets to see his show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She tags along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stands in the crowd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looks up at the man that she turned down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was a skater boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she said see ya later boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he wasn't good enough for her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But now he's a superstar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slamming on his guitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does your pretty face see what he's worth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry girl but you missed out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well tough luck that boys mine now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are more than just good friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is how the story ends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's too bad you couldn't see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See the man that boy could be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is more than meets the eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see the soul that is inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's just a boyand I'm just a girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can i make it anymore obvious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are in love haven't you heard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How we rock eachothers world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm with the skater boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I said see you later boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be backstage after the show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be at the studio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;singing the song we wrote&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;about a girl you used to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chris, i think you're right... ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112399335648136951?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112399335648136951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112399335648136951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112399335648136951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112399335648136951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/08/sk8er-boi-avril-lavigne.html' title='Sk8er Boi-Avril Lavigne'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112398848775404120</id><published>2005-08-13T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T23:01:27.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY GOSH!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ok, so chris showed up today! he totally told me that he was going to come home sunday! but he definately lied to me so he could surprise me today! he brought me a dozen ROSES! and he showed up at my house when i was still in my PJ's! i was so mad at him at first... ha! i still am! but that's ok, because i am SO GLAD he came to see me today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to Milford Memories and walked around all day, then we went to fassion bug... he bought me 2 shirts and a bracelet (and Rachel a hair tie that's so her!) and then we went and visited Rachel at Big Boy (where she is now hostesing) :) it was SO FUN! i can not stop thinking about him now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i was definately going to spend today reading... i'm still on chapter 20 of the goblet of fire! but... eh... it can wate!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris is going to come to church with me tomarrow... he would have stayed here at like Gibsons or something (i would have made him) but he had a best friend crisis at home that he needed to take care of... he hasn't been home yet! and he had something he needed to take care of with Shawn... i understand... and, if he hadn't been gone for 2 weeks he would left on the spot and gone to see shawn... but... yeah. i told him that if he needed to i would completely understand, but he was sure that things could hold off for a few more hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh, how good that kiss felt! it was amazing! the first time in more than 14 days! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HECK YES! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i was floating on the clouds! lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... i'm going to read some more of my book... if i can concintrate on anything!... and then go to sleep... gatta get up at 7 and take a shower... (he didn't see me at my best at all today! lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night world! i'll see you again tomarrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Rachel and I are going to Charlotte monday! Shawn will get to meet Rachel, and hopefully she will cheer him up... *sigh* i hope he's ok...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112398848775404120?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112398848775404120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112398848775404120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112398848775404120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112398848775404120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-my-gosh.html' title='OH MY GOSH!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112390864446951986</id><published>2005-08-13T00:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T00:53:09.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am SOOOOOOO Tired...</title><content type='html'>ok, so i had this gigg thingy today... (my mom and i went to this coffee shop and did music there) and because of it i missed Chris's call tonight... but that's ok, because he called me this afternoon... i am So going to see him Monday! i am So excited! only 3 days away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i had lots of caffeen while i was there (can you tell... i can) (if only you could see how fast i'm typing right now... you would understand a little better! lol) he gave me and my mom anything we wanted on the house! it rocked! they take piano lessons from my mom... that's how they know us. and she said they needed intertainment for today (milford memories) so... yeah.... that's what i have been doing all night (from 9-midnight) we were paid on tips... we only made like 5 bucks (and some change) that paid for mine and rachel's coffees this afternoon at the milford memories (starbucks rocks!) but yeah, that's what i have been doing all afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i was supposed to read some more of my book, so i could finish it by sunday... but i have been buisy for the last 2 days! i am only on chapter 18... argh... but eh, i'll finish it soon, and i'll get started on the order of the pheonix, which means that only one more book to go! but i think i'm going to wate to read that one untill school starts again... so it will give me somethng to do when i'm bord... happens a lot... i'll probly read something else too... i'm so in the reading phase right now... i need to borrow some of chris's books (like, something fanticy-ish) (yeah, that's what i'm in the mood for right now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so i TOTALLY miss chris right now (i'm in such a girly-girl mood right now, can you tell?) but, yeah, Soon and Verry Soon... ok, i'm going to read some more of my book... hopefully i can read like 3 chapters or something before i get tired (lots of caffeen to wear off before i sleep... i'll probly be sleeping all morning because of this!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. today was the first day in like 4 months that i have worn makeup... WOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112390864446951986?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112390864446951986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112390864446951986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112390864446951986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112390864446951986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-sooooooo-tired.html' title='I Am SOOOOOOO Tired...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112381525691184602</id><published>2005-08-11T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T22:54:38.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dang It!</title><content type='html'>ok, so, i was planing to go see Chris Monday (that is, if he has the day off). but i also have the chance to go up north with my mom and my grand parents. i already told my grandma that i was going up north with them, but i also am planing to spend the day with chris. Damn it... i was hoping that chris would call today (he told me he would) so that i could ask him about it. and i have no idea what to do... i mean... i would be up north for 2 days, sunday afternoon to monday night. then i could see chris tuesday. but monday is chris's first day back! i want to see him so bad! i need him to call so that i can talk to him about it. i miss him so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112381525691184602?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112381525691184602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112381525691184602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112381525691184602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112381525691184602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/08/dang-it.html' title='Dang It!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112380437370304244</id><published>2005-08-11T19:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T19:52:53.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yippee!</title><content type='html'>Only Friday, Saterday and Sonday left untill i can see Chris again! well, hopefully i can see him monday. i hope he's not working. hehe, he has a lot of catching up to do! i wonder how many blogs i have writen since he left! ha! ... let me check, actually...  it looks like today is 16! Wow! that's a lot. that, and the e-mail i have sent him... speaking of which, i should write him another one while i'm thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, so this new coffee shop is having live entertainment for the Milford Memories. and I'm going to be doing some of it! it's cool! i don't know if we get paid by him, but i believe we have a tip jar. my mom will play the piano for me and we will be doing pop and clasical and whatever else... jaz and stuff we can find... that will be cool! and i'm going to be doing somehwat of the same thing at a church... but i will be accumpanying myself at the piano and i'll be singing christian stuff. and getting paid for it! that's like next week, i think... i don't remember... i think the 20th, maybe... is that a saterday?... well, yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh... a lot of people i know are having relationship problems. the parents of these kids i babysit for are having problems... i don't know that devorce is in the picture, but it's stressfull for the kids... and one of my girlfriends just broke up with her bf... but she won't tell me why... and a gy i know... but don't like very much (ha! some of you know who i'm talking about)... just broke up with his Gf... who he was going to propose to, but didn't... and i gess that's a good thing, because i gess the brakeup was mutual... eh.. it's kindof depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of depressing! Gosh! i can't wait till school starts! for many reasons:&lt;br /&gt;     1. to be with chris every night&lt;br /&gt;     2. to see my friends again&lt;br /&gt;     3. to get out of the house&lt;br /&gt;     4. (don't laugh at this one) to mannage my weight a little better (i was doing so good... untill these last two weeks... it's all Chris's fault!)&lt;br /&gt;     5. so i don't have to worry about working to earn money (i am earning money this summer so i don't have to work this school year, but i'll still be teaching and probably accumpanying a little bit)&lt;br /&gt;     6. to meet my new roommate... i still can't figure out who she is...(her name is Sarah Gardner)&lt;br /&gt;     7. to have more freedom and not have to be in by 11! lol&lt;br /&gt;     8. to start Voice Lessons again!&lt;br /&gt;     9. to take piano lessons again&lt;br /&gt;   10. to get on my new floor... that will be cool, to meet all new people and everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah... right now i'm on chapter 14 of the Goblet of Fire. and i'm wating for chris to call again. he said he would call again today... hopefully i can be ahead of amber before today is out... but she was reading all day today while she was working... i actually WORKED! i house cleaned at Mrs. Toy's house... but i got paid $9 an hour! for 6 hours! she only gets paid 5... but she works 12 hours or so... blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah... going to read some more... nead some juice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, you would be proud of me... i have had 2 cafinated drinks in the last 4 days! one cup of coffee and one pop... i'm doing good! but maybe that's why it is so hard to keep my weight down... coffee speads up your metabolism... and because i stoped drinking it, my metabolism has slowed down... that sucks! well... when i get to school i will only eat at meal times. that will be a good thing... because i can't stand this whole up down up thing... it's driving me crazy! i was so happy because i lost 8 pounds first semester... then i gained 5 of it back second semester... (that was chris's fault as well... lol) and now... i'm back up the rest of the way! argh! it sucks being a girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i'm done... yeah... going to read more of my book... trying to finish this one and the next one in the next 2 weeks... but i think if i read 7 chapters a day (which is what i have been doing) i can finish it by sunday... maybe! that would be great! then i can have the next one finished hopefully by the next sunday... and if that's the case... i can have the 6th one finished by the time school starts! but... i have high expectations... anyways... i'm seriously done... if i don't start reading i'll never get finished... i have to read 5 more chapters today... and it's already 7 30!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112380437370304244?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112380437370304244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112380437370304244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112380437370304244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112380437370304244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/08/yippee.html' title='Yippee!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112372834451470644</id><published>2005-08-10T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T22:45:44.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>eh</title><content type='html'>i'm on the phone with chris right now... eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're talking about matt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh...&lt;br /&gt;not my favorite subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and LTC Helms... Blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change of Subject!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he won't change the subject... just Get Over It! it's ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, now we're talking about legos... i think chris is holding a grudge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he just reminded me that we're almost at 6 months! that's exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah... good night everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112372834451470644?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112372834451470644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112372834451470644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112372834451470644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112372834451470644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/08/eh.html' title='eh'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112364544769139243</id><published>2005-08-09T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T23:44:07.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 more days!</title><content type='html'>hehe, so chris called again today! we talked for a bit, but he was tired. he had to get up at 0300 this morning for class! EW! but we talked for a little bit. he told me that Becki was pregnant (i think i knew that though.) and she wants us there when she finds out the gender of her FOURTH child! lol... i was so excited when he told me that! hmmm... what else did we talk about?.. um... i duno. but i'm so excited for when i get to see him next... i don't know what we will do. i mean. he said we should do something, but i have no idea what he has in mind. all i want to do is hold onto him forever. i think he and i are both a little depressed. it's been 12 days since we have seen eachother. and we have 5 days left. but i gess if we have wated 12 days, than 5 more days won't kill us, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i reaily do miss him. and even though it's only been 12 days, a lot has happened! but luckely he was able to call and we were able to talk some. ha! i still can't decide if him calling makes me miss him more, or less, but i don't reaily care. i am just glad i can hear his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. it will be weird because it's the first harry potter book that i will read that i haven't seen the movie first. and that is weird because i have NO IDEA what is going to happen! because in the last 3 books i knew the story line before i read the book, you know, so, yeah... weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel is un-grounded wednesday! yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a shower, but i think it will wate till tomarrow... i am working for my aunt tomarrow... or, i am supposed to... yeah. but that means that i should probly get up before noon eh? i could definately use more sun too. but eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... gatta start the book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you all! and Miss You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112364544769139243?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112364544769139243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112364544769139243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112364544769139243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112364544769139243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/08/5-more-days.html' title='5 more days!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112355842925992531</id><published>2005-08-08T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T23:41:11.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>worked my BUTT off!</title><content type='html'>well, hopefully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom got me up at 8 00 this morning, but i was like... just one more hour mom! so, i slept some more, but kept waking up... so i dragged my butt out of bed at 8 30. we went to the store and got cat food... because our cat was... out of food... lol... then we got coffee and doughnuts from that little shop on the corner... it's a cool little drive through shop! but they have the BEST chi tea i have EVER had! oh, but then we went back to the house and i climbed onto the roof and primed the trim on the side of the house. then i took chris's car to the gass station, then to the car wash to vaccuum it out... it actually smells clean now!.. then to the bank to cash some checks. then to the gass station to buy some water, i was thursty, and some other cleaning supplies for his car... lol... then i went home. then i got back on the roof and painted the trim again. then i cleaned chris's car some more. then i went inside and did some exercise... ha! i needed it! and it felt SO good!.. then i took a shower. then our family went to see justin play his last soft ball game of the year... he's on a church leigue... but he wasn't there! lol... so we hung out with jennifer then we went to her house and jennifer went and picked up justin at work... then we all hung out and we had brownies and icecream. then we talked for a while. then we came home... and... yeah, it's almost 11 30. that was the step by step re-cap. of my day... interresting, i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try being me one day... i think you would bore yourself to death... seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(; Me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOSH! I FORGOT TO TELL YOU SOMETHING VERY IMPORTANT! i miss chris! i don't thik i told you last night, well, maybe, i'll find out later, but last night, chris and i talked his phone baterie dead. it was great! but i hope he will still be able to call sometime this week. atleast thursday or something. that would help me get through this next week. i was totally thinking about him all day! and everyone can attest to the fact that every other sentence had to do with him in some way or another... "chris... this... and chris... that!" hehe, that's me! i totally figured out that all of my siblings and i are A Pos blood type. and Justin is O something... i think it's funny, because Chris is O Pos. and it would be funny if Justin and Chris are both O Pos, and Jennifer and I are both A Pos. ha! ok... maybe you don't think it's funny, but i do! lol... i was definately thinking about it, because my mom is A Pos, and my dad is O Neg. and all of their kids are therefore A Pos. but if Jen and I both have kids, they will all be A Pos too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, i think way to much about stupid stuff... eh who cares... i just miss chris too much... and that makes me even more random and blonde and... ha!... clueless than normal! if that is even possible! but i do miss him more than my fingers can type. and, that's a lot! as you can tell, becuase this is definately my 167th blog... and that's just my blogs... not including my 20 something poems and everything else! yeah, thining too hard again... i need to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112355842925992531?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112355842925992531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112355842925992531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112355842925992531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112355842925992531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/08/worked-my-butt-off.html' title='worked my BUTT off!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112346681640983307</id><published>2005-08-07T21:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T23:21:26.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hehe</title><content type='html'>ok, so Chris called again today! i love him so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had 2 church services. the first service was normal... but i sang like twice as much as normal! and then we had a comissioning service for Andy and i sang just as much then! so my voice is SO TIRED! oh, and after the service i went downstairs to the gym to eat with the church and i talked with the highschoolers for a while. it was cool. i talked to Lauren for a while and she told me that Jon still likes me... of corse... but he knows that i'm not going to get into another relationship with him... but he wants to be friends with me. so, i talked to him for a while... he slauttered me in a game of Fooseball! but lol... i said "next goal wins" and... we played untill i got another goal! hehe... so... technically... i won... but eh lol... so, he's not mad at me any more. he even wants to go to Big boy to bug rachel with him me and lauren. that might be cool. but i don't think i can do that. i would feel bad doing that behind chris's back. and even if he knew... it would be awkward. so, i'm not going to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe! i'm on the phone with him right now! i'm so happy! i get to see him next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so i just talked to chris on the phone... we talked his batery to death... like an hour or so! we talked about EVERYTHING! i am so happy! i hope he gets another charger soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i told any of you this or not. Chris is gone to drill for these last 2 weeks. he left on the 30th of Spetember and is gone untill the 14th of August. he didn't call last week because he was out in the field all week. he expected to be back in the barracks tuesday, but didn't make it back till friday. that's when he called me as soon as he had free time. he called twice saterday and twice today! :-D i am in SUCH a good mood! and i think i will be for the next couple of days! if he doesn't call again this week, i'll understand. his baterie in his phone is dead. but he said he would use someone else's phone if he can't find someone with the same charger as he has, but that's ok if he doesn't. it's only 7 more days till i can see him next... well... till he gets back... i probly won't get to see him till that monday or tuesday or something... depends when he works or not. but i still have his car, so i'll have to drive it up sometime! hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's 11 16 right now... i have to take a shower, then i'm going to bed. i have to get up at like 8 30 tomarrow... mom wants me to help her paint the rest of the house tomarrow. and i have a few more chores i have to do. like vaccuum chris's car, and fix the desk that i botched up! lol... it's funny looking! i want to go swimming again! Rachel gets un grounded Wednesday! that means that we can swim across the lake this week! that will be exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, good night all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love Chris So Much! i am so glad he called!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112346681640983307?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112346681640983307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112346681640983307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112346681640983307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112346681640983307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/08/hehe_07.html' title='hehe'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112338279605151869</id><published>2005-08-06T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T22:46:36.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a good mood!</title><content type='html'>so, i'm in the best mood right now! Chris called again! we didn't talk about anything, reaily... i was just glad to hear his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched the movie: the Diary of a Mad Black Woman. it was Hillarious! it was a romantic-religious-comedy... it was SO FUNNY! but it almost made me cry! i was SO CLOSE to tears it wasn't even funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, and tomarrow we are having 2 servaces. one normal service and the other is a comissioning service for "Pastor" Andy Gibson... it's so Funny to call him Pastor! lol... he's so NOT "pastor" to me... lol... but yeah. we've got a lot of music to do. and Rachel, Carla, Lauren and I are doing a mime to the song Free by Ginni Owens. it's ok... could use a little more practice... but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think Chris's phone call gave me enough to get by for another few days! i am so happy right now! it would be cool if he kept calling, but i can go a few more days if i have to... now that he has called, i feel like i can do ANYTHING! :-D i just can't stop smiling! but, i still miss him so much! no phone call will make me miss him less... NOTHING will make me miss him less! unless i saw him EVERY DAY! then, maybe i would not miss him... as much... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm done borring you all with all my blabber about chris...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112338279605151869?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112338279605151869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112338279605151869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112338279605151869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112338279605151869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/08/such-good-mood.html' title='Such a good mood!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112332966169264997</id><published>2005-08-06T07:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T08:07:55.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Chris Called!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;you have no idea how excited i am!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, you probly do, because i talk about how much i miss him to EVERYONE who will listen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but... calm down... breathe... it's ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad he doesnt have a phone charger, because he couldn't talk long, and that means he's only going to be able to call a few more times before his phone dies... :( but that's ok! it means i actually get to talk to him! as apposed to NOT talking to him for more than a WEEK! i am &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO EXCITED!&lt;/span&gt; even though he called at 7 30, i am so awake now! i don't think i could sleep if i tried... ok, maybe i could... lol... but i would definately have a good dream if i did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chris,&lt;/span&gt; i love you so much! i gess you know how much i have missed you... because i gess you have missed me too (well, i hope so!) i love you so much! so many things on my mind right now! me, you, you and me...! when i am going to see you next... hehe, when you are going to see your car! hehe... but what i want first is the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;biggest hug you can give me!&lt;/span&gt; that's all i want! a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HUGE HUG!&lt;/span&gt; i have missed that more than anything you could ever give me right now! ha! and i hope that you see me before you read these blogs... because otherwise it would spoil the surprise! your car, i mean... that was the suprise... i'm not done with it yet... i still have to vaccuum it out. and i didn't hardly touch your trunk... too much stuff... didn't want to mess you up or anything, so you can handel that one on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the rest of my fans!&lt;br /&gt;eh, i have nothing else to say... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I Miss Chris So Much!&lt;/span&gt; you can never get sick of hearing that, can you? well, maybe you can, but i can't get sick of saying it. so... just don't listen if you are tired of it! lol... because untill i go back to school... i'll be saying it a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i'm done... i'm going to try to go back to sleep... because... i have nothing better to do! lol... and maybe i can have a good dream about seeing chris again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buh bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Me :) (&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So Excited&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/11060268-112332966169264997?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112332966169264997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112332966169264997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112332966169264997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112332966169264997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/08/aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112330181017853128</id><published>2005-08-06T00:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T00:16:50.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ooh ooh!</title><content type='html'>So, i went on the Sistek's Wave Runner today! it ROCKED! i flipped it 2x! well, the first time, i was riding behind Lauren (she's 12) and she slowed down because a pontoon was pulling too close to us, but then their wake cought us and we tipped over... it was fun! then i was driving Lauren... going to take it into the dock but was messing around fast and furious before we went in. i had just said to her "you don't WANT me to throw you off, do you?" because she was screaming in my ear about being bounced around... and  i took a turn too fast... she flew off, and i'm not heavy enough to support both our weights... so i flew off too! the flying off was the best part! except... when i went to the shower... i had half the beach up my butt! it was gross! black dirt everywhere! the seaweed we landed was COVERED in muck! it was probly 2 feet below the surface... so my butt dragged in it bad! when i fell off! it was disgusting! but yeah... it was so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... i know you're all probly sick of hearing it... but... I MISS CHRIS! just one more week left! he hasn't called yet... but i'm not surprised... probly doesn't have signal... but i wish he would call this weekend... if not... he better come visit me SOON after he gets home... or i'll kick his butt! he has no idea how much i miss him! and i have so much to talk to him about!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night everyone... i have heart burn again :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha!&lt;br /&gt;(: Me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112330181017853128?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112330181017853128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112330181017853128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112330181017853128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112330181017853128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/08/ooh-ooh.html' title='ooh ooh!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112322170304542210</id><published>2005-08-05T01:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T02:01:43.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HEHE</title><content type='html'>Horay! i finished Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban! it was so good! it's going to be so weird reading the next one because i don't know what's going to happen... with the other 3 i had seen the movies, so i knew what was going on... i don't know if i will like reading them before or after i see the movies better... i duno... but the books are WAY better than the movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still no phone call from Chris... he must not have signal up there. i hope to hear from him this weekend... i'm sure he'll find a place with signal! it will be terrible if he doesn't call this weekend! i mean, i'll live... lol... but it will suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, to be held in his arms again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to miss the livingston sensation this year, because i'm supposed to perform at Andi's comissioning service this sunday! and that's the same day as the competition... but that's ok. i don't need other people to tell me wether i am good or not... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm reaily hot right now... i'm going to open my window... &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; music... WOW... it's about time for me to start listening to christmas music again! i'm surprised i haven't started till now! i usually start in July!!! well, i'm only a month behind... lol *throws off blanket and situs up on bed to open window*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i've been reading all day... haven't done much else all day!!! it's time for bed... but i'm not tired! i need to see the chiropractor! haven't gone since... uh... i've only gone once since school got out! *tilts head to sholder and whole neck cracks loudly* wow, see, i told you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go for a walk outside... i wish chris were here... i would go for a walk with him and we would hang out at the baseball feild... it's so nice out right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wate till school starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm so in the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; mood right now... &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; puts that feeling in you... i don't know if it is &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt;, or my birthday... does anyone else feel diferently when it's close to their birthday? i wouldn't know how that feels, because all i feel is that &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; is comming soon... it's like the feelings all cram together... i don't know if i feel differently around my birthday than i do around &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt;... because they're at practically the same time! but eh... it's all good...&lt;br /&gt;these 2 songs are on my mind right now... because i miss chris so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rockapella:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"merry &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; darling, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we're appart that's true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i can dream, and in my dream, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt;ing with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Holidays are joyfull, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's allways something new. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but every day's a holiday, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i'm neer to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the lights on my tree, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wish you could see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wish it every day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the logs on the fire, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fill me with desire &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to see you and to say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that i wish you merry &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happy new year too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've just one wish on this &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; eve, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wish i were with you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elvis:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"If I get home on &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't need soft words to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll miss you and I can stay a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll see it in my eyes and when I smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"If I get home before midnight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While you're still sleeping tight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll take you in my arms and there you'll stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I get home on &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Writing letters everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never really seem to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The way I feel deep in this heart of mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thought I'm half a world away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If we're patient and we pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Know I'll get my chance with you this time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"If I get home on &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't need soft words to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll miss you and I can stay a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll see it in my eyes and when I smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"If I get home before midnight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While you're still sleeping tight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll take you in my arms and there you'll stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I get home on &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I'll take you in my arms and there you'll stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I get home on &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; day"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yeah, that's about what's going through my head right now... i know it's not &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt;, but i want it to be. i love &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; so much! and maybe this year i will get to see chris on my birthday! that would rock! last year, Kregg was not allowed to come and visit me on my birthday :( but maybe chris can come out on my birthday! i would love him so much if he did that!... well, i love him anyways! tehe! but he would get a big kiss from me. you know, i have never kissed anyone under mistletoe... and i've never had someone to kiss on new years either! maybe that will all change this year. you know what... i have a lot of hopes. and it's still only august! that means... uh... it's still 4 months away... ONLY 4 MONTHS AWAY!!! WOW! that's SOON! i can't believe it! ok, i have to go to bed... but why do i? i mean... i'm not doing anything tomarrow... why should i sleep if i don't want to... maybe i'll color some more... hmmm no, don't feel like it... yeah, i'm just going to go to bed. to the sound of &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; music... this - is - bliss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(: Me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112322170304542210?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112322170304542210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112322170304542210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112322170304542210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112322170304542210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/08/hehe.html' title='HEHE'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112316832941372099</id><published>2005-08-04T11:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T11:12:09.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just do it!</title><content type='html'>1. Reply with your name and I'll respond with something random about you.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.&lt;br /&gt;5. I'll tell you my first memory of you.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.&lt;br /&gt;8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal. You MUST. It is written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe, i got this from T, T Rocks! just do it, it doesn't take much... just reply and put your name in it! it's not that hard... DO IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112316832941372099?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112316832941372099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112316832941372099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112316832941372099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112316832941372099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/08/just-do-it.html' title='just do it!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112312255895648112</id><published>2005-08-03T22:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T22:29:18.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>numb</title><content type='html'>so, i feel numb. lots has happened in the last few days, and i can't even talk to chris about it! i miss him more than i can ever think of right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels like all the fun has been sucked out of my life... i can't wate for school to start! then the normalcy will hopefully return.... argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i changed around my room again... it's so much more comfortable... and i dont live on the top bunk any more! i am loving it! i hate the top bunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to find out who my roommate is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... i think i am going to read some of chris's and my old convos... maybe that will cheer me up... ha! or make me even more depressed! but i hope not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup... definately numb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112312255895648112?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112312255895648112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112312255895648112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112312255895648112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112312255895648112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/08/numb.html' title='numb'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112303603843939081</id><published>2005-08-02T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T22:21:20.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>i called chris today, because he asked me to before he left. "you have to call me tuesday... even if you just leave me a message, i want to hear from you" (paraphrased... lol) and i called him around 8 or so, but he never called me back... so i called him at like 10, but he still didn't call back. :( he better not go the whole 2 weeks without talking to me... i'll be so mad! it's only been 5 days, and i can't stand it! this is not only the longest time we have gone without speaking, but it's not a very good time for either of us to be alone... i miss him so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so i was cleaning out his car the other day and i found a stack of pictures from basic. but one of the pictures in that stack wasn't from basic... it was from his graduation... it made me want to cry, not only do i miss him SO MUCH! but i saw a picture of him... um, yeah... definately did not make things better... *tear*  (Rachel knows what it was of...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* well, i'll get over it... hmmm... i got 2/3 of my laundry done, and i think i am going to put the rest of it away right after i am done with this blog. then i am going to read some more of Harry Potter and the prisoner of Azkaban... i'm on chapter 6 i believe. gosh, i miss him so much! a lot of things are going on with me right now, and i don't want him to be gone! i have a lot of things to talk about with him... and i have to ask him when rachel and i can come up and visit him! some time the week he gets back... like that thursday or something, whenever he's not working... i duno... but i have to find out soon, because rachel has to ask it off work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris, this is for you, baby... i miss you more than you realize right now. a lot has happened in the last few days and i have had no one to tell about it. i need you right now. i want you to call me. i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i went to wall mart with amber, and i bought a few tanktops... a black one, pink one, grey one and a pretty pink and yellow one. i also bought like... uh... 4 or 5 pairs of cute undies! they're adorable... they're a change from my usual... lol... anyways... that's all i have to spill today. i reaily do miss chris, but i miss my friends from SAU too! i can't wate till next month when i get to give Foster the biggest hug he has ever gotten, and i want to see Matt too... even though he's not my favorite person in the world... lol, no, he's ok... and i want to see Alex, and Jacob, and Jessie and find out who my room mate is this semester! wow... i'm excited now... in a depressing, i miss chris, sort of way... ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you all&lt;br /&gt;(: Me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112303603843939081?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112303603843939081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112303603843939081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112303603843939081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112303603843939081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/08/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112295006690037735</id><published>2005-08-01T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T22:34:26.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it smells so good in here!</title><content type='html'>so, today i babysat again... amber got in at 1 30 this morning and asked me if i could babysit for one more day for her, so i did... reluctantly... when i got home i started cleaning out chris's car... it is keeping me sane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss him so much! ha! not only did i clean out the trash he had left in there, but i am taking back his pop cans and i did 2 loads of laundry for him! my laundry is definately next! i have no cloths, and i have atleast 3 loads to do myself! but anyways... he had this Axe in his car... yeah, it's definately in my room right now! ROCK ON! i can't tell if it makes me miss him more, or less... but i think more... but i don't reaily care. (oh, and he doesn't know i am cleaning his car for him... he'll have to find that one out the hard way... or read this blog... whichever one comes first... lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get to call him tomarrow! i hope i catch him... if not, he'll call me back. i wonder how it's going up there... all is ok here...  tomarrow i work for Mrs. Toy at 9 30... so i should go to bed soon, but i want to read more of harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban. i am on chapter 5, just about 2 more pages till chapter 6! it is going to be weird to read the next one before seeing the movie like i did these three... oh well... i just want to finish this book before amber gets a chance to. she has beat me on the other 2! and i started the first one before her! what a rip off! ha! well, she hasn't started this one yet, but she's bringing it to the foxes (babysitting job i was at all week) and she will probly catch up with me... but i told her she was not allowed to pass me up! it's against the rules! ha! anyways... tomarrow is a long day. i have Mrs Toy, then the girls (Rachel, Carla and Lauren) are coming over to work on a dance routine for church sunday, it will be cool! oh, crap... i think i might have that competition sunday too! Dang It! oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i can't wate to see chris again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112295006690037735?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112295006690037735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112295006690037735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112295006690037735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112295006690037735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/08/it-smells-so-good-in-here.html' title='it smells so good in here!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112285988187193139</id><published>2005-07-31T21:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T21:31:21.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss him so much!</title><content type='html'>wow... it's been 4 days since i've seen Chris, or even talked to him! i wanted to talk to him friday... but he never got on line... i've still got about 2 weeks left till i can see him again, and i am planing to call him tuesday... i hope he calls me before that though. gosh! i miss him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a surprise for him... Shhh... i'm cleaning out his car for him... he has no idea... but i thought he would appreciate it... DON"T TELL HIM! i'm counting on you to keep this between you and me...! SERIOUSLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have to pee, and i am going to take a shower... or, maybe a bath... sounds good to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you all&lt;br /&gt;(: Me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112285988187193139?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112285988187193139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112285988187193139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112285988187193139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112285988187193139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-miss-him-so-much.html' title='i miss him so much!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112276760294568149</id><published>2005-07-30T19:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T19:53:22.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mahogany</title><content type='html'>anxious for tomarrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't want to do church tomarrow... but eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss chris so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i am in the middle of painting our "blue" desk that is not blue any more... right now it's gold... ha! so, i painted it mahogany... but then i realized that the gold was supposed to go on first! so i painted it gold... next i have to put on the Crackel coat, then the mahogany... AGAIN! lol... but that's my fault... lol... and i polished all the screws and the latches and handels! so they will be silver... it will look so nice when it's done! i wish i could figure out how to patch up the white top, but it's like acrilic or something... but eh... it looks funny right now... and my arms are mahogany/gold/dirt speckled... because of the paint and the polisher... spraying sparks and rust and paint at me! it was fun! thanks to Kregg who taught me how to polish screws... that was useful! i need a shower now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm doing better for those of you who know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need coffee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112276760294568149?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112276760294568149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112276760294568149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112276760294568149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112276760294568149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/07/mahogany.html' title='Mahogany'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112268558719441238</id><published>2005-07-29T21:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T21:06:27.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>hmmm... Doctors are scarry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will survive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss chris...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's going to be gone for 2 weeks! i can't handel it... well, i'll live, but not happily without him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... i need a shower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112268558719441238?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112268558719441238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112268558719441238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11060268.post-112241230101415305</id><published>2005-07-26T16:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T17:11:41.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>all about me</title><content type='html'>[spell your first name backwards]: asil&lt;br /&gt;[where do you live]: Hartland, Mi.&lt;br /&gt;[wallet]: don't have one&lt;br /&gt;[hairbrush]: black&lt;br /&gt;[jewelry worn daily]: a red "Life" bracelet, a bracelet Chris gave me that says "I &lt;3 U", a ring that says "Agape" on the outside and "Love" on the inside, Dog tags... one's mine and one's Chris's, 5 earings... yeah, that's about it&lt;br /&gt;[pillow cover]: right now it's white... but i'm getting a new bed set before school starts...&lt;br /&gt;[coffee cup]: right now it's blue, my favorite one is from Cedar Point and is 2x the normal size! Caffeen Rocks!&lt;br /&gt;[shoes]: pink Sandals&lt;br /&gt;[cologne/perfume]: NA&lt;br /&gt;[piercings]: 2 in each ear lobe and left cartelage.&lt;br /&gt;[wishing]: i had the one i love here with me right now...and i got better SOON!&lt;br /&gt;[after this]: watching 24... i'm adicted! and probly getting some dinner... i'm HUNGRY!&lt;br /&gt;[talking to]: myself&lt;br /&gt;[eating]: Coffee!!!&lt;br /&gt;[fetishes]: ha! i don't have any...&lt;br /&gt;[some of your fav. movies]: check out my info for that one...&lt;br /&gt;[something youre looking forward to in the upcomin months]: School starting again!&lt;br /&gt;[last thing you ate]: Pizza Rolls... babysitting... i'm so hungry right now!&lt;br /&gt;[something you're afraid of]: Worms! yuck! and old people! Yuck! and things i can't see... i'm not afraid of the dark, i'm afraid of what could be hiding in the dark... ha! never mind.&lt;br /&gt;[if you could have any animals as pets what would they be]: a baby pig. a skunk... i've always wanted one. love birds. a lion! that would be so cool!&lt;br /&gt;[three cities you wouldn't mind relocating to]: Charlotte would be nice, oh, and somewhere in scottland would be amazing! oh, egypt would be cool too, but i don't know if i could live there...&lt;br /&gt;[some of your fav. foods]: Indian food, Chinese food, Tacco Bell, SEA FOOD! rock on!&lt;br /&gt;[something you wish you could understand better]: myself and God...&lt;br /&gt;[miss someone you haven't seen in a long time]: yes, Chris, i haven't seen him since friday, and i won't see him for 3 weeks because he has drill next weekend that is 2 weeks long! and i work all week... so i can't see him before he goes... :'(&lt;br /&gt;[like candles]: yes, especially the smelly ones! lol&lt;br /&gt;[like incense]: never used it...&lt;br /&gt;[believe in love]: i am&lt;br /&gt;[believe in soulmates]: i truely believe so&lt;br /&gt;[believe in love at first sight]: no, but i have been in Lust at first sight... then i realized that people i lust over from the start are usually the ones i would never actually go out with...&lt;br /&gt;[believe in forgiveness]: "our God is the God of seccond chances"-Veggi Tales&lt;br /&gt;[want to get married]: "I Do"&lt;br /&gt;[want to have kids]: hehehe, i want three...&lt;br /&gt;[believe that you know the person that you'll marry at this point in time]: *big GRIN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE LAST 24 HRS HAVE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;[cried]: no&lt;br /&gt;[bought something]: i just got back from CVS, i bought shampoo, conditionar, face wash, body wash and clensing cloths... just FYI&lt;br /&gt;[gotten sick]: i think i am right now...&lt;br /&gt;[sang]: allways!&lt;br /&gt;[eaten]: yeah, but i'm still hungry... i had like 6 pizza rolls at noon and ate a bowl of cereal at 5 30 this morning... and it's about dinner time!&lt;br /&gt;[been kissed]: *sigh* i miss you so much...&lt;br /&gt;[felt stupid]: i don't think so... lol... but probly&lt;br /&gt;[wanted to tell someone you loved them, but didn't]: no, but i have told someone i loved them and didn't want to... but did anyway... long story... don't ask... i am so PMSing!&lt;br /&gt;[met someone new]: yeah, the dad of the kids i'm babysitting for this week... no, that was more than 24 hours ago, but it felt like just an hour or so...&lt;br /&gt;[moved on]: i have nothing to move on from... i like where i am&lt;br /&gt;[talked to an ex]: yeah, i do all the time... he's cool&lt;br /&gt;[missed an ex]: no, but i do want to see his car... he's done a lot since i've seen him last!&lt;br /&gt;[talked to someone you have a crush on]: no... i don't have a crush on him... i've completely fallen for him... the good thing is that he feels the same way... ha!&lt;br /&gt;[had a serious talk]: no, but wanted to... again, don't ask...&lt;br /&gt;[missed someone]: i miss a lot of people right now... my family is in Tenessee, and i'm home alone with my dad for the whole week... all my friends are at school, and i'm not going to see Chris for 3 weeks... yeah, i'd say i'm missing someone right about now...&lt;br /&gt;[hugged someone]: wanted to...&lt;br /&gt;[fought with your parents]: no, we usually get along... i faught with my mom last week though... bad, bad me...&lt;br /&gt;[dreamt about someone you can't be with]: i drempt about someone i haven't seen in a long time... Chad... it was sad, i wonder what he's doing right now... he makes me sad... he's changed a lot since junior high... he was my first boyfriend... now, he's a man whore... sorry... bitter memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOCIAL LIFE:&lt;br /&gt;[boyfriend/girlfriend]: Chris Austin... i love you baby&lt;br /&gt;[hobbies]: Piano/Voice, computers, friends... yeah... laughing... i like to laugh... ha!&lt;br /&gt;[pager/cell]: Cell... if you don't know it... too bad! ha! call someone who does...&lt;br /&gt;[are you the center of attention or wallflower]: depends if i'm with my friends or chris's friends&lt;br /&gt;[car you drive]: what ever's avalable at the time... right now i have mom's, becki's and amber's car at my disposal... lol... this rocks!&lt;br /&gt;[would you rather be with friends or on a date]: can i do both? bring chris with me to hang out with my friends? that would be cool... but, if i had to choose... i would say... Chris.&lt;br /&gt;[attend church]: most of the time... always in the summer... i'm on the praise team.&lt;br /&gt;[like being around people]: most of the time... but i need my space some times... you can usually tell though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO...:&lt;br /&gt;[have you known the longest]: besides my family... hmmm...Rachel... i have only known her for 2 years, but it seems like forever, and all my other friends are kindof out of touch... sucks, but eh... Rachel Rocks!&lt;br /&gt;[do you argue with the most]: amber... probly... but i don't usually argue with her... i don't live with her except the summer... and we don't get in eachother's way as much as we did when i was still in highschool... but other than that... probly Chris... but we never argue... ha! i dont argue that much do i? lol&lt;br /&gt;[who makes you laugh the most?]: Rachel, not because she's funny... but because she's clueless... and she makes me clueless too! it's funny! but then... Chris... or Matt... probly...&lt;br /&gt;[who has the coolest parent(s)]: i have the coolest mom... and Jesey has the coolest dad... and Rachel's dad is cool too! and i like Kregg's dad... and Chris's parents are Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;[who has the coolest sibling(s)]: Amy's awesome... but probly... me... ha!&lt;br /&gt;[is the smartest]: Jennifer, Justin, Becki, Amber, Shawn... lots of people... just not me... lol&lt;br /&gt;PERSONAL:&lt;br /&gt;[who is your role model]: probably my mom. and Jennifer.&lt;br /&gt;[pet peeves]: ha! i have a lot! uh... but i can't think of any right now! lol... i can't stand people lieing to me though... that's just stupid... and people treating their parents bad... or yelling at their parents... it makes me sick...&lt;br /&gt;[ever liked someone you had no chance with]: ha! lots of times... but i found better...&lt;br /&gt;[ever wanted to get revenge on someone because they hurt you]: i'm not the revengefull type... i'd rather just not worry about it... or maybe i'll cry it out, brush it off, or hug it out... yeah...&lt;br /&gt;[cried over the opposite sex]: only once, but that's a long story, and if you don't do drugs... you won't have a problem...&lt;br /&gt;[have a certain "type" of person you go after]: as long as they're bigger than me, they're in my line of sight... but i'm no longer looking...&lt;br /&gt;[rather have a relationship or "hook-up"]: Relationship... All the Way!&lt;br /&gt;[what is your fav. part of your physical appearance]: hmmm... my hands and fingers, and for some reason i like my arms... i have no idea! and i like my sholders... randomness.... ha!&lt;br /&gt;[what is your fav. part of your emotional being]: my free spirit. i'd rather brush things off than get stressed out... but sometimes i do get stressed out... and when i do... it is bad... i cry... but that's not often... "getting mad won't change anything, it's allready happened, there's nothing you can do except move on"&lt;br /&gt;[are you happy with yourself]: most of the time...&lt;br /&gt;[if you could change one thing what would it be]: i wish i could have laser hair removel... that would rock!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11060268-112241230101415305?l=lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112241230101415305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11060268&amp;postID=112241230101415305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112241230101415305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11060268/posts/default/112241230101415305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisarachellesmith.blogspot.com/2005/07/all-about-me.html' title='all about me'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498065674263880004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7290/881/1600/angel.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
