<?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-7503629725770316458</id><updated>2012-01-30T14:12:35.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what the scallop? what the..CHOPSTICKS!?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Steph0nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02671676092304719450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503629725770316458.post-7653272942871554452</id><published>2007-08-10T14:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T14:47:23.471-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ok here goes.</title><content type='html'>kaitlin has been waiting forever for me to write about some stuff thats been happening so i guess nows the time to finally update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hokay, so going allll the way back to july 31st. the sleepover with cousins at grandmas house. um i guess ill just say that we are waay too comfortable with each other. emily and kevin were doing some things under the covers and i dont even want to know. i just heard things like "em come here you big ball of joy", "stop it hurts", "i wanna join!" *crash*, "hey! this is a one person sleeping bag!", "ew he just gave me a cupcake", "why do i have to sleep next to your sister", "what are you doing in those blankets? can i come? i wanna play too", and kevin making very bad noises. thats what you heard from them. from michelle and me you heard things like "guys your not supposed to hump your cousins", "everythings gone astray", "this is out of control", etc. some other memorable quotes include "abu acrrrr", "im having an aneurism, whats that?", and "i love how cheryl tells me about her hemmerhoids. i shouldnt even mention the other things like kevin talking about window sex, getting tattooed all over my leg with marker (and also getting them thrown violently towards me leaving bruises), getting a cheez doodle shoved down my sock the second i turn my back, and bamboo references. but i just did anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats only about a third of it but im going out, so i hope that is satisfying for now and ill update later. paycee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503629725770316458-7653272942871554452?l=child-like-faith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/feeds/7653272942871554452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503629725770316458&amp;postID=7653272942871554452' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/7653272942871554452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/7653272942871554452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/2007/08/ok-here-goes.html' title='ok here goes.'/><author><name>Steph0nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02671676092304719450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503629725770316458.post-2422172619190324894</id><published>2007-07-26T01:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T01:34:57.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>alpacas.</title><content type='html'>mini golfing with nick and gina tonight was vair vair amusant times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learned that three nickels and a penny doesnt make 19 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe i'm moving a week from tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it still seems unreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should be fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah i love the goo goo dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's better to have a pocket full of regrets than to never have lived." -John Rzeznik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What moved me most about the film was how it presented a metaphor of the defenses we develop to protect ourselves and how taking a leap or risk is so important to really live...to really be alive" — John Rzeznik [on City of Angels]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ i'll have to see that now. and tresure planet. apparently he wrote and performed a song for it. i still have to see transformers too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's all entertainment. It's like watching a fuckin' movie. Everybody is floating around in their own vapor. I find it amusing." — John talking about the Grammy's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was really glad we got to do something like that -- I grew up watching Sesame Street. I got to meet Grover. He was always my favorite. You get so sucked into them. They are so alive and so real that you forget that there's a large man with his hand up the butt of this puppet."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503629725770316458-2422172619190324894?l=child-like-faith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/feeds/2422172619190324894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503629725770316458&amp;postID=2422172619190324894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/2422172619190324894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/2422172619190324894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/2007/07/alpacas.html' title='alpacas.'/><author><name>Steph0nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02671676092304719450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503629725770316458.post-3075205870378563745</id><published>2007-07-22T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T00:06:05.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ahah</title><content type='html'>ended up going to the diner tonight with my sister and my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;what else is new&lt;br /&gt;haha they are such boobs, i love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kevin and i went into the bathroom together cause we're weird or something idk and there were straws in there which made us laugh because of that video we made where he was liek .. "you just take one of them straws there and stick it up!" mannnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em and kev said that i'm birdy. i dont know why. but emily is elfy and kevin is pointy so i guess its okay., apparently michelle is pitching mound? whatever that means. em is so elfy, in fact, that she had to be told to "put her elf in a box". maybe to ship off to santa via north pole express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. me and kevin wasted like 5 bucks buying tiny beach balls that we were blowing up and throwing around in front of the diner. oh welllll, at least he asked first. ("steph, can we waste your money?") so we did. ..beach party with no sand "dont pop my balls" "thats disgusting!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he BUMPed me .. i have to go with gina and michelle and colleen to see hairspray tomorrow because of zac efron and the dirty references and michelle's screaming in movie theaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em bit into a pickle and pickle juice went all over the place. whatever, she likes girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we were talkin about how i ran over a raccoon the other night in my dad's car for some reason so my uncle had to tell me a story about he unintentionally licked a dead rat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats my family in a nutshell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kevin had to tell me a lot of stuff about fat people too.&lt;br /&gt;some girl was like dancing around amongst little boy underwear in the store singing "i'm like the wind"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also had to go to his house with him after dinner to play wii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i had to go pick up michelle from work at 9 and she was like OMG the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause then we toasted quesadillas in her toaster and she bit into it but really she ate part of a paper towel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then emily walked into the kitchen and michelle said : "wow em, you actually look feminine today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it's the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh but p.s.: jimmy suck my balls is freaking jacked. he weighs over 200 pounds because he put up so much muscle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiss it you gay fag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh AND church this morning. alan - "oh, you were gonna end it?"&lt;br /&gt;best line all year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503629725770316458-3075205870378563745?l=child-like-faith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/feeds/3075205870378563745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503629725770316458&amp;postID=3075205870378563745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/3075205870378563745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/3075205870378563745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/2007/07/ahah.html' title='ahah'/><author><name>Steph0nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02671676092304719450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503629725770316458.post-8519068478635156530</id><published>2007-07-21T16:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:07:30.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dorkk</title><content type='html'>Top 5 things flutists do when they're bored:&lt;br /&gt;1. blow through your flute with all the holes closed and pretend you're darth vader&lt;br /&gt;2. try to figure out a trill fingering for C4 to D4 ... bonus points if you use a piccolo&lt;br /&gt;3. play your flute into a box fan&lt;br /&gt;4. finger low D on a piccolo, cover the hole with your pinky, then suck all the air out. take all your fingers off except your pinky ... the keys stay down! (well, now you're stuck with a piccolo attached to your tongue - press the Ab key to open the vacuum)&lt;br /&gt;5. find the most beautiful song you can and add three flats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top ten reasons to play flute:&lt;br /&gt;10. Low maintenance - no reeds, valve oil, etc&lt;br /&gt;9. Can easily overpower any other woodwind&lt;br /&gt;8. Extremely portable - can be slipped in a backpack, in your pocket, or through a needle's eye&lt;br /&gt;7. Quick disassemble for fast exits&lt;br /&gt;6. You can pretend to play and no one will know the difference&lt;br /&gt;5. Learning to transpose trumpet music&lt;br /&gt;4. With practice, makes a great blowgun&lt;br /&gt;3. NO SPIT&lt;br /&gt;2. Lightweight&lt;br /&gt;1. High pitched notes drive animals nuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five reasons not to:&lt;br /&gt;5. Getting yelled at for playing too loud&lt;br /&gt;4. Composers expect you to be able to play the quicket, most complicated runs just by virtue of being a flutist&lt;br /&gt;3. Goes out of tune in record time&lt;br /&gt;2. Being barred from jazz band&lt;br /&gt;1. People expect you to be a ditz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503629725770316458-8519068478635156530?l=child-like-faith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/feeds/8519068478635156530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503629725770316458&amp;postID=8519068478635156530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/8519068478635156530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/8519068478635156530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/2007/07/dorkk.html' title='dorkk'/><author><name>Steph0nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02671676092304719450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503629725770316458.post-3511529146361121002</id><published>2007-07-15T15:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T15:14:01.187-04:00</updated><title type='text'>finally something to do.</title><content type='html'>so i went to salsa last night with michelle and jennie to visit chelle and cheryl had a few days she needed coverage for and i need money so i'm gonna work thursday the 26th. woooo i can probably make about 40 bucks that night lol better than the nothing i make now. whatevs. i also went to get a new flute yesterday and ended up bring home two - a miyazawa and a muramatsu. i'm going back after my road test on friday after i decide which one i want, even though i'm pretty sure i'm gonna end up keeping the miyazawa. i really really hope i pass my road test - i practiced parallel parking the other day and kept hitting the curb but i think i got it down now. urg i'm keeping my fingers crossed. anywho, i finally wasnt cooped up in the house today. went to church with dad and grandparents this morning. went up into the choir loft to see some people after and gary said theyre not rehearsing this week but i can come next sunday since theyll just be winging it basically so i'll show up..me and my new flute :) hehe i'm also playing at open mic at cool beanz on tuesday so i'm gonna play the miyazawa there and see how that goes. so after church, i drove home and did a parallel park and it was good, little close to the curb but i didnt hit. then grandma and grandpa came over to see/hear the new flutes and then i went food shopping with mom and emily. except emily and i went to starbucks first then wandered around smithtown a little and ended up at ben and jerry's lol i have to go take max for a walk with em now and maybe go in the pool after even though i just straightened my hair this morning. i dunno. i'm rambling. i'm bored. i'm leaving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503629725770316458-3511529146361121002?l=child-like-faith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/feeds/3511529146361121002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503629725770316458&amp;postID=3511529146361121002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/3511529146361121002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/3511529146361121002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/2007/07/finally-something-to-do.html' title='finally something to do.'/><author><name>Steph0nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02671676092304719450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503629725770316458.post-7226125413413041617</id><published>2007-07-13T21:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T21:28:46.648-04:00</updated><title type='text'>possible issue</title><content type='html'>does being a stalker mean you're considered creepy and deranged?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have a problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503629725770316458-7226125413413041617?l=child-like-faith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/feeds/7226125413413041617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503629725770316458&amp;postID=7226125413413041617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/7226125413413041617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/7226125413413041617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/2007/07/possible-issue.html' title='possible issue'/><author><name>Steph0nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02671676092304719450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503629725770316458.post-932137008099792448</id><published>2007-07-13T10:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T10:28:08.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ouchh</title><content type='html'>wore my retainers for the first time in about 3 weeks last night.&lt;br /&gt;teeth hurt like hell this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503629725770316458-932137008099792448?l=child-like-faith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/feeds/932137008099792448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503629725770316458&amp;postID=932137008099792448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/932137008099792448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/932137008099792448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/2007/07/ouchh.html' title='ouchh'/><author><name>Steph0nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02671676092304719450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503629725770316458.post-2765700305850998866</id><published>2007-07-12T22:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T22:37:36.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'>putters.</title><content type='html'>went mini golfing with michelle, jennie, and emily. =)&lt;br /&gt;it was definitely a game of miniature businesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no putting putters in whales...but only in witch nostrils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha quality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503629725770316458-2765700305850998866?l=child-like-faith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/feeds/2765700305850998866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503629725770316458&amp;postID=2765700305850998866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/2765700305850998866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/2765700305850998866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/2007/07/putters.html' title='putters.'/><author><name>Steph0nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02671676092304719450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503629725770316458.post-7127041401627643120</id><published>2007-07-11T23:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T23:44:49.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this is getting ridiculous.</title><content type='html'>mary wash said they would post up roommate assignments on july 9th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on july 8th, that got changed to "after july 10th"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on july 10th, the website changed to say "we anticipate them being posted late on july 11th, sorry for the delay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that july 11th at 11:37pm qualifies as "late on july 11th", do you not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but alas, nothing has been posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in even sadder news, they did say that only 42% of people that requested the residence hall that i requested actually got in. wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in addition, many people were "temporarily" stuck into triples and may or may not have the option of moving into a double as rooms become (or do not become) available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in sadder sad news, i did nothing today but watch basically the entire season of top chef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is okay, because the rest of this past week has been utterly and completely fabbity fab fab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and in even saddest news, i went through my buddy list and deleted people that i dont talk to anymore, and i am now left with 28 buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 of which are my cousin kevin...stupid boob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 5 of which are there for (very very important) stalking purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sacre bloody bleu and triple merde.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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ridiculous.'/><author><name>Steph0nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02671676092304719450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503629725770316458.post-6180035455867610749</id><published>2007-07-07T02:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T02:24:35.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate waiting.</title><content type='html'>"i'm figuring out what i need to do to get my music heard and have an outlet for all the songs i have in my head. lately i feel my music screaming to jump out of my skin. i have spent plenty of time flourishing my art without business. but i feel blessed that i live in a time where i can get really good and give myself to something i feel passionate about. making music is a necessity, an urge that needs to be released. i know that the need to make music and 'get it out there' is physical and you will find your needle in the haystack...its a long way to tipperary."&lt;br /&gt;-mr. pierce :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503629725770316458-6180035455867610749?l=child-like-faith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/feeds/6180035455867610749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503629725770316458&amp;postID=6180035455867610749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/6180035455867610749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/6180035455867610749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-figuring-out-what-i-need-to-do-to.html' title='i hate waiting.'/><author><name>Steph0nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02671676092304719450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503629725770316458.post-6291574535325534191</id><published>2007-07-01T19:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T18:20:49.815-04:00</updated><title type='text'>balls.</title><content type='html'>so today i was told by an old friend that my balls are a bit rounder. a certain ball got wet and we had to leave it out to dry. we also had the experience of headbanging and chesting balls. but my frisbee skills are much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, my assigned slot to register for classes is between 7/19 at 8am and 7/20 at 5pm. which sucks. i hope i remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only two more days until i get my stitches out. i just wish i could play my fluuuute again. it was so different sitting down in the actual church today instead of being up in the choir loft. werd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503629725770316458-6291574535325534191?l=child-like-faith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/feeds/6291574535325534191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503629725770316458&amp;postID=6291574535325534191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/6291574535325534191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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hahahahaha then in the car typing 36896 instead of 366. then we get there and sit in two chairs. then its silence and all you hear is "he got arrested ... so drunk ..." then the song about a group of monkeys. so inspring. then the guy squatting down. almost sitting on her lap. but instead he decided to knock the sugar over and switch coffee cups with another dude. "i think that ones yours..." then this guy looked familiar. then michael korb loved my shirt and i'm awesome and i rock. and i love him. then there was a cockroach crawling across the floor. then i thought i would have to get in a car and drive somewhere with someone and they took down a sign but then i was just a lard. and then i couldnt stop laughing the whole time and my face hurt like crazy and i thought i had dry socket so gangz said "open up, i'll look and see if it's red." the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503629725770316458-7343563910776419452?l=child-like-faith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/feeds/7343563910776419452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503629725770316458&amp;postID=7343563910776419452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/7343563910776419452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/7343563910776419452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/2007/06/omgggggggyo-followup.html' title='omgggggggyo the followup.'/><author><name>Steph0nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02671676092304719450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503629725770316458.post-3022180750956603710</id><published>2007-06-29T18:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T23:34:34.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>omggggyo.</title><content type='html'>i'm so excitedddddd for tonight. going with gina (and my sister?) to cool beanz to see joe ady and michael korb at 8 and we made shirts and everythingg! but this will probably be the last show i can go to before i move =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wellllllll. i just need to get out of this house. i've been sooo bored all drugged up on vicodin. the surgeon stole my wisdom teeth two days ago. heartless bastard. i havent eaten anything except applesauce, mashed potatoes, and chicken broth in two days and i have stitches in all four corners of my mouth. WHAT THE FRUIT YO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503629725770316458-3022180750956603710?l=child-like-faith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/feeds/3022180750956603710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503629725770316458&amp;postID=3022180750956603710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/3022180750956603710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/3022180750956603710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/2007/06/omggggyo.html' title='omggggyo.'/><author><name>Steph0nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02671676092304719450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503629725770316458.post-6375856566466172752</id><published>2007-06-10T22:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T22:52:59.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>navigation problems.</title><content type='html'>i love how lauren and i have lived here our entire lives and we can't get from michelle and kevin's house to grandma and grandpa's house ... and they live in the same town. we had to whip out the gps system.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503629725770316458-6375856566466172752?l=child-like-faith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/feeds/6375856566466172752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503629725770316458&amp;postID=6375856566466172752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/6375856566466172752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/6375856566466172752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/2007/06/navigation-problems.html' title='navigation problems.'/><author><name>Steph0nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02671676092304719450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503629725770316458.post-4437396183761116144</id><published>2007-05-26T23:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T17:47:07.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hm.</title><content type='html'>its memorial day weekend.&lt;br /&gt;which is pretty sweet. considering we actually had friday off this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday night went to starbucks with some people.&lt;br /&gt;i found out from phil that forrest gump was a stripper.&lt;br /&gt;WAIT WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fridayyyy. ummm. oh gina came over at frickin 8am cause we're that cool. and we chilllled and walked into town for lunch and to buy batteries. lol then we wentt bowling with michelle and nick. hahahahaha. she was on a roll &amp; thats all im gonna say. (gutterball after gutterball after gutterball and we couldnt even bump that shit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todayy was the air show at jones beach! and it was SICK. wicked aircraft. saw shrek 3 with gina and michelle and me and gina made her drive us to get ice cream after (while we sat in the backseat). really felt like she was our mommy haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are so itchyyyyyy. at least i'm tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to clean my room and do homework. wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone forgot to tell school that its over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503629725770316458-4437396183761116144?l=child-like-faith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/feeds/4437396183761116144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>the string theory.</title><content type='html'>unification. thats where its at!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503629725770316458-780666116736613078?l=child-like-faith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/feeds/780666116736613078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503629725770316458&amp;postID=780666116736613078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/780666116736613078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/780666116736613078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/2007/05/string-theory.html' title='the string theory.'/><author><name>Steph0nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02671676092304719450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503629725770316458.post-3435273887727897551</id><published>2007-05-12T23:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T23:40:42.514-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what the</title><content type='html'>somehow this is turning out to be both the best and the worst weekend ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's mothers day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503629725770316458-3435273887727897551?l=child-like-faith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/feeds/3435273887727897551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503629725770316458&amp;postID=3435273887727897551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/3435273887727897551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/3435273887727897551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/2007/05/what.html' title='what the'/><author><name>Steph0nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02671676092304719450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503629725770316458.post-5717987551719531628</id><published>2007-04-27T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T17:48:08.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>??</title><content type='html'>it is so much fun to watch billy stuff the paper clip holder with mints. and for cheryl to get mad and tell him that if he does it again she will stuff his pay envelope with them. then he would just not show up for work for a week. and everyone would be like "where the fuck is billy?" and i would be like "he got paid in candy and didnt like it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is also fun when people bitch about not getting enough chip bags with their order. or having to pay 80 cents for salsa. its 80 cents. you will survive, you destitute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have to come to realize that in adolescent life, finding the "love of their life" is the most important thing to most people. and there are so many couples that say they are in love, but at this point, is it really possible to know? what does it actually mean to be in love? i think that a lot of times, comfort is mistaken for love. we are with someone so long that we start to just feel comfortable around them or feel like you can just be yourself, and that is mistaken for love. i am pretty sure that i myself have fallen into this trap of "comfort".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503629725770316458-5717987551719531628?l=child-like-faith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/feeds/5717987551719531628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503629725770316458&amp;postID=5717987551719531628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/5717987551719531628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/5717987551719531628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/2007/04/love.html' title='??'/><author><name>Steph0nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02671676092304719450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503629725770316458.post-5246441870002229329</id><published>2007-04-20T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T17:48:38.975-04:00</updated><title type='text'>stuffs happenin'</title><content type='html'>me and chelle worked together tonight. fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drivers ed is freekin hilarious. i cant even say what happens. its just soo freekin funny. every second of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my house finally sold. im moving in july. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno when to quit my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laytorr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503629725770316458-5246441870002229329?l=child-like-faith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/feeds/5246441870002229329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503629725770316458&amp;postID=5246441870002229329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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from myspace"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell is the easter bunny?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503629725770316458-8837509305587734544?l=child-like-faith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/feeds/8837509305587734544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503629725770316458&amp;postID=8837509305587734544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/8837509305587734544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/8837509305587734544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/2007/04/joe-ady3.html' title='JOE ADY.&lt;3'/><author><name>Steph0nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02671676092304719450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503629725770316458.post-3387081914147191033</id><published>2007-04-05T01:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T17:49:53.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>gah.</title><content type='html'>livelaughlovexx5: awww&lt;br /&gt;livelaughlovexx5: steph has boy problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahah she is so blunt. yes yes yes. i dont know what to do. the next week should be very interesting indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in any case, i am free no matter what rules surround me. if i find them tolerable, i tolerate them. if i find them too obnoxious, i break them. i am free because i know that i alone am morally responsible for everything i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping over grandma and grandpa's tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503629725770316458-3387081914147191033?l=child-like-faith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/feeds/3387081914147191033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503629725770316458&amp;postID=3387081914147191033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/3387081914147191033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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title='karma'/><author><name>Steph0nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02671676092304719450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503629725770316458.post-6467820259674428334</id><published>2007-03-29T20:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T20:53:22.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>what a terrible day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work tomorrow, 5-10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that should put quite a nice spin on things ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503629725770316458-6467820259674428334?l=child-like-faith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/feeds/6467820259674428334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503629725770316458&amp;postID=6467820259674428334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/6467820259674428334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/6467820259674428334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Steph0nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02671676092304719450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503629725770316458.post-4880344841953358611</id><published>2007-03-27T17:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T17:41:53.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dang</title><content type='html'>rest in peace bigs..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503629725770316458-4880344841953358611?l=child-like-faith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/feeds/4880344841953358611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503629725770316458&amp;postID=4880344841953358611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/4880344841953358611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/4880344841953358611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/2007/03/dang.html' title='dang'/><author><name>Steph0nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02671676092304719450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503629725770316458.post-9073492977769112550</id><published>2007-03-18T12:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T12:06:01.917-04:00</updated><title type='text'>go to E ... NOW.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Be merciful oh Lord, for we have sinned..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is the weekend of amazing grace.&lt;br /&gt;lucky for me.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ending - look stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503629725770316458-9073492977769112550?l=child-like-faith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/feeds/9073492977769112550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503629725770316458&amp;postID=9073492977769112550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/9073492977769112550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/9073492977769112550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/2007/03/go-to-e-now.html' title='go to E ... NOW.'/><author><name>Steph0nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02671676092304719450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503629725770316458.post-994591776232154330</id><published>2007-03-14T17:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T17:54:15.865-04:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>50 Things I Learned From Clay Aiken:&lt;br /&gt;1. Too much salad WILL kill you. &lt;br /&gt;2. Here's to not caring!! &lt;br /&gt;3. Hoodies are a vital part of one's wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;4. Phone interviews are best done while in your PJ's. &lt;br /&gt;5. Despite how bad the music sounds, you can learn something from it. &lt;br /&gt;6. Glory notes can be made to look harder than they are. &lt;br /&gt;7. An image is not how you look. It's what you do. It's how you portray your personality, the example you set. &lt;br /&gt;8. Raleigh is not just a city. &lt;br /&gt;9. Red leather and hip shakes are a dangerous combination.&lt;br /&gt;10. He's so muuuuuuuuuch. &lt;br /&gt;11. No KFC should be without chicken! &lt;br /&gt;12. Stealing cars is a bad thing!! &lt;br /&gt;13. Krispy Kreme donuts are the best thing to come out of NC.&lt;br /&gt;14. We prefer Simon with his mouth closed. &lt;br /&gt;15. An American Idol is someone with a talent that leaves a mark on American society and inspires people to think, feel, love, act. &lt;br /&gt;16. I don't encourage people watching other people in their room. &lt;br /&gt;17. If you don't succeed in Charlotte, try again in Atlanta. &lt;br /&gt;18. Being a mic stand can be hazardous to your health. &lt;br /&gt;19. Tivo is a good thing if you're on the road a lot. &lt;br /&gt;20. What would Jesus do? &lt;br /&gt;21. McDonald's in Ireland is just not good! &lt;br /&gt;22. If you want to make God laugh, all you got to do is tell him your plans. &lt;br /&gt;23. It's OK to come in 2nd place. &lt;br /&gt;24. The sound of doves crying is actually the sound of women thudding en masse.&lt;br /&gt;25. It's OK to want to be like Mr. Rogers. &lt;br /&gt;26. You can never wear too many layers. &lt;br /&gt;27. As long as you're living right, then you don't have to worry about what people see. &lt;br /&gt;28. Fame might get you to the head of the line at the DMV, but it can't guarantee you a good picture.&lt;br /&gt;29. Temper tantrums can actually be cute! &lt;br /&gt;30. There's something called a flat iron, and it has nothing to do with clothes. &lt;br /&gt;31. Don't forget your keys - they might end up in Hong Kong or Dubai. &lt;br /&gt;32. You can drown in an inch of water.&lt;br /&gt;33. It's not a competition!! &lt;br /&gt;34. Concerts just aren't the same without cell phones. &lt;br /&gt;35. There is virtually no song that wouldn't sound better if Clay sang it. &lt;br /&gt;36. A grunt can be sexy! &lt;br /&gt;37. Not everyone will tell you his or her fave color. &lt;br /&gt;38. People really do care what kind of milk you buy. &lt;br /&gt;39. The greatest glory never comes from falling, but rising each time you fall. &lt;br /&gt;40. Pink shoelaces are cool. &lt;br /&gt;41. CA does not stand for California. &lt;br /&gt;42. Solitaire's the only game in town. &lt;br /&gt;43. Mothers will always put your most embarrassing moments on national TV.&lt;br /&gt;44. Few schoolteachers, if any, get chased through malls. &lt;br /&gt;45. You have to take every minute that happens and enjoy it for what it is. &lt;br /&gt;46. Being a mama's boy isn't all bad. &lt;br /&gt;47. Nothing can ever be so wrong that it can't be fixed or ignored. &lt;br /&gt;48. Noses can be exquisite, lips can be to die for, and feet can be size 13. &lt;br /&gt;49. We're here to open doors and open minds. &lt;br /&gt;50. Idol found. Game over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I have to record another crazy dream I had last night lol. I dont even know where I was in this dream but it was like a huge party - maybe a clay aiken cd release party? - and clay and conlan were there, so it was like the best. and after the party everyone was going to a clay concert. so aishling was there too i think (dont ask) and this random girl came up to me and was like "i made you a poster for the concert" and it said something about clay on it but then there was a picture of justin timberlake on the front and on the back... so the party is over and everyone leaves to go to the concert, except clay is still there talking to miss conlan and me and aishling are the only other people also still at the concert. so conlan goes "i guess we should all get going to the concert" and aishling says "i'll go start the car" (we were driving together) and as she's leaving i started talking to clay and he goes "i'll go get my car too" and then he clicks his keys to unlock the door and when it unlocks, the car says "hey get in you sexy bitch, get in the car" and i was like omgg hahaha that is soo cool! and it was like a red convertible i think, clay always has a red convertible in my dreams..idk..i think i woke up after that lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503629725770316458-994591776232154330?l=child-like-faith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/feeds/994591776232154330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503629725770316458&amp;postID=994591776232154330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/994591776232154330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/994591776232154330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/2007/03/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>Steph0nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02671676092304719450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503629725770316458.post-5294166996516639252</id><published>2007-03-12T21:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T17:54:50.905-04:00</updated><title type='text'>there are no words.</title><content type='html'>"A JESUS FISH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"he's kidding, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gemini.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503629725770316458-5294166996516639252?l=child-like-faith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/feeds/5294166996516639252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503629725770316458&amp;postID=5294166996516639252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/5294166996516639252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/5294166996516639252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/2007/03/there-are-no-words.html' title='there are no words.'/><author><name>Steph0nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02671676092304719450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503629725770316458.post-4653651592355608890</id><published>2007-01-17T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T17:55:30.848-04:00</updated><title type='text'>choir!</title><content type='html'>yo mannnn. choir was the shiznit tonight, fo' real. before we started, gary turned off the lights and was like "just leave the lights off for a few minutes" and then went downstairs. so i was like ok what is he up to lol and judy wanted to turn the lights back on but we were like nooppppe gary wants them off so she's like fine we'll just turn them down then hah, so a few mins go by and then all the sudden this booming voice fills the church "I AM YOUR FATHER" and "COME TO THE DARK SIDE LUKE" and then he was breathing into the mic like darth vader and he had a green light saber lmao it was great. so yeah then he came upstairs with it and the thing was pretty intense. apparently he got it for christmas..? it was like a long neon bulb and there are sound effects when you wave it and when you turn it on and off. hah joe was like "that could be the real thing" and alan goes "HE could be the real thing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ok, you had to be there. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503629725770316458-4653651592355608890?l=child-like-faith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/feeds/4653651592355608890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503629725770316458&amp;postID=4653651592355608890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/4653651592355608890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/4653651592355608890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/2007/01/choir.html' title='choir!'/><author><name>Steph0nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02671676092304719450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503629725770316458.post-57369346436456846</id><published>2007-01-04T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T16:30:46.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>today.</title><content type='html'>gym was awesome today.. and thats all i have to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;[me+marissa+michelle+vanessa+hamsa+our crazy life facts=insane fun times passing a basketball]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love goldfish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503629725770316458-57369346436456846?l=child-like-faith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/feeds/57369346436456846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503629725770316458&amp;postID=57369346436456846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/57369346436456846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/57369346436456846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/2007/01/today.html' title='today.'/><author><name>Steph0nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02671676092304719450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503629725770316458.post-1778214608175911027</id><published>2006-12-30T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T17:58:44.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams + work.</title><content type='html'>two nights ago, i had the weirdest (and coolest, in a way) dream ever. because the whole thing was based on clay aiken. so, school ended and either i had a bus and i missed it or i didnt want to walk or something but either way, i didn't have any ride home because everyone in my house was at work. so i called clay up on my cell phone to come pick me up from school and drive me home so he said yeah i'll be right there. it was still kings park high school where this was taking place but the parking lot in front was different and it was huge and there was like the whole section where you go if you are picking someone up, but clay didnt go there, he went and parked somewhere and i didnt know so i was waiting for him but really he was already there. and then he called my cell phone all pissed off like where are you and i was like where are YOU and then i found him in his red convertible with the top down (and he still had spiky hair) and my mom was in a pink barbie car with my sister parked next to him so i waved to them and then got in the car with clay and we went to the mall. and we were just walking around and people kept staring and then asking to take a picture with him and i had to stand to the side and wait while they got the picture taken. so yeah everyones gasping when they see us and pointing like "omg its clay" and i was thinking "yeah its clay so what leave us alone and mind your own business" and i was totally unaffected by the fact that i was at the mall with clay. anyway then we were standing there and some girl comes up to us and goes "hey clay i wonder if you actually read your myspace comments" and then just walks away. and then clay's face was like =O and he started sprinting across the mall lol so i started running after him cause dude he's my ride remember? so then out of nowhere we are in this random living room and clay is on the computer on his myspace accepting his friend requests and then out of nowhere again we are back in the mall but it was a part of the mall that doesnt exist in real life, it was just white walls and it was like a short hallway with one room and it was as if clay was backstage before a show b/c jerome was there and people were walking in and out with guitars and amps and whatnot. then people saw me and i guess they remembered i was there with clay so they thought clay must be in the door since i was just standing outside it. clay came out once and looked at us and then went away and jerome told us all to leave and i was angry because i didnt say goodbye to clay and then i woke up lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt like that dream took the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have to work at 4 today for michelle since it is her birthday and i am a good cousin. last night was cool though, andrea filled in for kate, devin was there.. i was cleaning the menus and he was just staring at me so i looked up at him and he raises his eyebrows and has this look like wtf on his face so i was like "am i doing something wrong?" and he says "no i'm just trying to make you think you are" and then later in the night he came over and said "so. i predict that this summer there will be shortages of tomatoes and eggplants.. probably less grapes too. either that or they will all be shipped off to make wine. the apples will be all mealy on the inside.." and when i asked him what his reasoning was behind these predictions he said "its global warming. do this experiment: put a garbage can lid on your lawn in the summer for two or three days and then when you take it off the grass should be pale green almost white and about 4 inches longer than the grass around it. its the same thing with the vegetables, except the clouds are the garbage can lid." and then walked away.. then later some guy was picking up his take out order and devin came over and just stared at me while i told him how much it was, made change, gave him the change, put the chips in his bag, then he left and he stared at me while i answered the phone and put a take out order through so i was like "you like watching my every move dont you?" and he goes "yes but it is not affecting you the way i had hoped. i know some zen buddhists who would be intimidated by you. your cage never rattles. you are considered an enemy to people like me whose sole reason for existance is to stir up trouble." lol and then when we were closing, andrea was reading the quotes that cheryl has up on the side of the refrigerator and me and devin were kinda just standing there and then she read the one that said "we are spiritual beings having a physical experience" and devin goes "thats what cheryl and steve say every night at the end of each session" and i was like "omg devin i hate you soo muchh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503629725770316458-1778214608175911027?l=child-like-faith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/feeds/1778214608175911027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503629725770316458&amp;postID=1778214608175911027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/1778214608175911027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/1778214608175911027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/2006/12/dreams-work.html' title='dreams + work.'/><author><name>Steph0nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02671676092304719450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503629725770316458.post-5456516546578215780</id><published>2006-12-21T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T11:32:29.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fun times</title><content type='html'>the extremely powerful kid in gym class with no sense of the force of friction is hilarious. "take it easy!!" and for the record, mr. fasano is a sweet volleyball player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gina's was hilarious tonight.&lt;br /&gt;but that is the ujsh.&lt;br /&gt;"merry christmas ya bum"&lt;br /&gt;"well, i only have three months left to live"&lt;br /&gt;sleepwalking.&lt;br /&gt;etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503629725770316458-5456516546578215780?l=child-like-faith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/feeds/5456516546578215780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503629725770316458&amp;postID=5456516546578215780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/5456516546578215780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/5456516546578215780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/2006/12/fun-times.html' title='fun times'/><author><name>Steph0nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02671676092304719450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503629725770316458.post-8688743222670665181</id><published>2006-12-07T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T17:19:03.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i wish i still belived in santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, that would be fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503629725770316458-8688743222670665181?l=child-like-faith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/feeds/8688743222670665181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503629725770316458&amp;postID=8688743222670665181' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/8688743222670665181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/8688743222670665181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas.html' title='christmas.'/><author><name>Steph0nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02671676092304719450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503629725770316458.post-4836180347567255460</id><published>2006-12-05T14:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T22:16:23.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>calculus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Y not solve for Y?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;dy/dx fascinates me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;maybe i shall be a math teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;what do you think about the concept of video blogs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;[bloggy blogs]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;wow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;college applications are kicking my butt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503629725770316458-4836180347567255460?l=child-like-faith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/feeds/4836180347567255460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503629725770316458&amp;postID=4836180347567255460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/4836180347567255460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/4836180347567255460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/2006/12/calculus.html' title='calculus.'/><author><name>Steph0nie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02671676092304719450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503629725770316458.post-7135440440853387002</id><published>2006-12-04T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T18:00:55.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>woah</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"yeah thats right its ricochet, i'll show you richochet, you can do anything you want to me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;EJ &amp;amp; SS &lt;em&gt;...every night baby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"psssst i love you. i love you. i love you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;talk in piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;thats enough amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"why is your bow purple?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"i think it came from a purple horse"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"WOAAHHH! a unicorn?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;... enough said.&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/7503629725770316458-7135440440853387002?l=child-like-faith.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503629725770316458.post-5993264575621120895</id><published>2006-12-02T14:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T22:27:05.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>vince carter jerseys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;So it was just a normal evening, Andy and I watching and conversing over the Nets game, when somehow I ended up "owing him an authentic Vince Carter jersey"...not to mention an additional five dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, yesterday, in the cafeteria, I was accompanying Aishling to the vending machine when Miss Conlan walked over and said "hi guys, long time no see" and then Andy came over and she said "hi andy" and i was like "andy!" and andy was like "steph! you owe me a jersey" and Con was all confused and it was probably the best moment of my entire week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7503629725770316458-5993264575621120895?l=child-like-faith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/feeds/5993264575621120895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7503629725770316458&amp;postID=5993264575621120895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/5993264575621120895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7503629725770316458/posts/default/5993264575621120895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://child-like-faith.blogspot.com/2006/12/vince-carter-jerseys.html' title='vince carter 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