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term='Death'/><category term='Late Nights'/><title type='text'>A Day in The Life ♥</title><subtitle type='html'>This is one of those blogs where they talk about a day in the life of.. Only this day is from the life of me, and it can be pretty interesting at times; just come judge for yourselves.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>193</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-2329925409159591789</id><published>2011-11-14T09:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T09:18:14.772-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Disco</title><content type='html'>At work and decided to make a post in here considering it's been so long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say is listen to this jam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://grooveshark.com/s/September/3AU8de?src=5"&gt;September&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-2329925409159591789?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/2329925409159591789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=2329925409159591789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/2329925409159591789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/2329925409159591789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2011/11/disco.html' title='Disco'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-2368330425181744296</id><published>2011-01-08T01:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T01:42:50.788-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reloj</title><content type='html'>Wow, how fast does time pass! Don't blink&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been so long I forgot my password, and had to make a new one. Fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good wishes for the new year and all its endeavors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-2368330425181744296?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/2368330425181744296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=2368330425181744296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/2368330425181744296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/2368330425181744296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2011/01/reloj.html' title='Reloj'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-5724893312283134750</id><published>2009-11-28T22:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T22:32:56.575-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='???'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Too Busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing to Talk About'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>Cough...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; year what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; been one year since I posted in this thing? And I thought I was busy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, wow, wow.  What can I say has happened in one year? I don't even know where to begin. Let's just say I'm starting my college applications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, this thing kinda reminds me of a diary--only, the whole world can read it. So I guess you wouldn't consider it a diary... maybe one of those journal kinda things... Blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot how to do this stuff.  Let's see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st half of Senior year almost devoured, still jobless, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all good. That countdown that I was talking about a year ago has come and gone.  Its pretty exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new cat, his name is Gonzalez, you know because I knew you were wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I'm not very good at this anymore, I'm just gonna leave this awkward until the next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-5724893312283134750?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/5724893312283134750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=5724893312283134750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/5724893312283134750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/5724893312283134750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2009/11/cough.html' title='Cough...'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-2883978705871415003</id><published>2008-12-26T22:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T22:08:01.825-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Extrapulate</title><content type='html'>Ahh, what a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do much, but it felt good to take it easy.  Wow, only 5 more days left in 2008.  It was an ok year for me.  It brought about a lot of changes and hardships, but they only made me grow.  I learned how to juggle my time, and organize my wants and necessities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tad bit of coming-of-age too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-2883978705871415003?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/2883978705871415003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=2883978705871415003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/2883978705871415003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/2883978705871415003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2008/12/extrapulate.html' title='Extrapulate'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-8813503503655430466</id><published>2008-12-24T09:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:06:10.211-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>Ahh, what a beautiful time of  year.  I absolutely love the Christmas season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's not to love? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Department stores take like 70% off of all stuff that "MUST GO"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You get to stuff yourself with delicious holiday foods, without feeling COMEPLETLY bad about it..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People give you free gifts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And the most important, the family gathers together to enjoy happy holiday merryment together.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today is Christmas eve, and it feels good just to be alive.  I hope everyone has a wonderful holiday.  I know I'm going to stuff my mouth.  Enjoy the gifts!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-8813503503655430466?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/8813503503655430466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=8813503503655430466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/8813503503655430466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/8813503503655430466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-9214772200795520080</id><published>2008-11-25T22:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:10:32.933-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='November'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>365.</title><content type='html'>So, I only have 365 days left of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's about time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad my birthday is here.  I actually think other people were more excited than I was.   Would you give your friend a bottle of orange juice for your bday?  I got that lol.  But I LOVE orange juice so it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I can't complain.. I am seeing my bday.  Lots of people can't say that.  I'm just happy to be on this side of the grass..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-9214772200795520080?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/9214772200795520080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=9214772200795520080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/9214772200795520080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/9214772200795520080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2008/11/365.html' title='365.'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-4737927654643076638</id><published>2008-10-31T23:55:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T20:38:01.797-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hungary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Presidential Election'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep-deprived'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bake Sale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Too Busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exhausted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>I Can Explain..</title><content type='html'>I can explain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can come up with about 67 reasons why I haven't posted in the last month and a half..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm a growing girl.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need my calcium.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have sway back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need a car.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm job-hunting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got my license.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need a boyfriend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I gave physical therapy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm an inspiring linguist.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have 3 cats.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am taking Pre-Calculus.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm Rick James.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm broke.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I found Osama.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I found Obama.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had to go to church.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I needed to take care of my sick great aunt Myrtle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't have a great aunt named Myrtle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I couldn't find the time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I didn't look for it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I took imaginary Yoga classes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I quit Gymnastics.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm what Willis was talking about.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want my baby back ribs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was too busy solving world hunger...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I baked some cookies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I built a turbo jet-pack.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I told some "Yo-Momma" jokes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was selling Tamales.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was organizing a bake sale.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was making moles.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I bought a purse.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I threatened this guy's life for calling me fat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yes I did.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I ate some soup.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to Japan..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I meant Japan, Texas.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to dress up as Michael Jackson for Halloween.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wanted to dance Thriller.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I settled for some random dead girl instead.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I bought a limosuine..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't even spell that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I survived Hurricane Ike.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I bargained for car insurance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had to brush my teeth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to clip my toe nails.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I designed a clothing line.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I met up with some Rodeo Clowns and had some tea&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll be Back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had indegestion.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I killed kenny.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I started a Dixie Banjo Band.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I organized an orchestra.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had to learn Pig Latin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I slapped a Hobo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dissected a cheeseburger.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I banned Soda.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I started a riot over re-runs on tv.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had to pay for gas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got an average of 4.83 hours a sleep per night for the past month.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had to learn my ever so vital Tae Kwan Do skills.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am your Father.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was sending mail to Hungary.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had to re-watch The Godfather.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I won the lottery.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was in Oregon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was out shopping for some shoe laces.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was too busy making this list of excuses.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;WHEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. 67 Reasons why I have been gone. There are more, but I will leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I haven't watched any movies lately. Nothing good has been coming out. It's weird posting in this blog. I mean I know about a year and a few months ago I was posting in it every single day, but jeez, it so foreign to me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of foreign. In about 11 Days, I am about to give $450 for my current project. I am trying to raise money to go to Costa Rica.. and some other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costa Rica is one of those once in a life time things. I say that because the school is taking a trip there and its like 10 days. Every single thing is paid for all you need is money for souvenirs. I would like to go on this trip. I can decide to back out of or pay the money. Not sure which one I would like to do yet, but I know what I want to do. This is going to be a big deal for me. I'm doing it all by myself. Which means I will have to add a part-time job to my busy schedule. I've been trying to do that all summer already, but it didn't go so well. My life began to get so complicated and time just began to run out. I'm telling you, there just aren't enough hours in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip should be great if it isn't I think I'm gonna.. I don't know I will be greatly dissapointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after this trip, the day I get back I am going to be saving up for a special trip. Better than this Costa Rica one by far. This one will have meaning, but I can't say what kind yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to give myself a graduation present. You know most people get big presents from their parents, but my parents are broke, so I'm just going to take care of the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to save for Europe. It should be interesting in itself, but extremely expensive. I believe I can do it. If I succeed with this Costa Rica trip, then I know I will be amazing with Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not impossible to save money folks! Just cut back and put things away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look who's talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am one of the worst compulsive spenders in the universe. Possibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One minute I'm all like.. &lt;em&gt;"Oh I have to save money or I'm gonna go broke!" &lt;/em&gt;Then the next minute, I'm at Catos buying this season's most fashionable handbag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way I've got to put a tigher grip on myself. Get more &lt;em&gt;edgyyy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh the Celebrity showdown is in about 3 days. Meanwhile the rest of the country is wondering where the REAL Presidential candidates are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Leah's Maritime Rules For Becoming the Next President of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UNITED STATES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Rule Number One - Remember to NOT Appear on SNL for the votes of the greater idiots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Rule Number Two - Always think of what you're going to say before you talk.. Right McCain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Rule Number Three - Make sure you're Family name isn't Close to the most wanted terrorist in the World.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Rule Number Four - Don't take your kids out trick or treating and expect to have a normal night.. YOU'RE RUNNING FOR PRESIDENT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Rule Number Five - If you are going to use the fact that you were in the war to gain the love of thousands, at least LIE and say you did something USEFUL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Rule Number Six - Don't roll your eyes on national television.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Rule Number Seven - Make sure you have protection from the people that want to kill you the moment you are inaurgurated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Rule Number Eight - Don't go running around naked on the beach. YOU REPRESENT AMERICA FOOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Rule Number Nine - Don't create cheesy and extremely tacky slogans like "NObama," and "MCPAIN" for your campaign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Rule Number 10 - At least PRETEND to make improvements for America sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;SO which one are you? An Elephant or a Donkey? Personally I'm an Elephonkey, but this election, I'm completely and utterly neutral. The candidates don't please me at all. I wonder if that third party could win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;It was an extremely fun night this Halloween was. I got to express my anger through being a makeup artist. There wasn't really much anger but I got to get creative on people's faces. It was fuunnn. A couple of people said I should be a visual effects artist. I was like alright now it wasn't THAT GOOD, lol.. but it was pretty frickin' sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&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/4028994108610319640-4737927654643076638?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/4737927654643076638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=4737927654643076638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/4737927654643076638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/4737927654643076638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-can-explain.html' title='I Can Explain..'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-7157996332812608920</id><published>2008-09-11T21:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T23:17:23.563-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hurricanes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='September 11th'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memorial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Danger'/><title type='text'>Ike Yikes!</title><content type='html'>September 11th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Least we forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They played a bunch of memorials and stuff that was so sad they made the rest of us depressed that we survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But non-the-less, it was definately one of the most signifigant moments in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some historians say it lasted 106 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my sister's birthday. 7 years ago on this day we got the news of "My fellow Americans--there was an attack on our nation this morning." It just was ironic that it was on 911. Erriieeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.nocaptionneeded.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/wtc-9-11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today is also a friend of mine's daughters 1st birthday. Kinda cute.. but sad, considering what day it is. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the midst of all of this though, the people of Texas have almost forgotten the date, well at least the people close to the Gulf--stupid hurricane. Destorying everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My town is under curfew. Can you believe that? some people wanted some ice cream..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We decided not to evacuate. We didn't evacuate for Rita a few years ago. Stupid I guess. I was acutally outside when it hit. Took some pictures too I believe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know though, I heard this one is supposed to be REALLY bad. IF I die, whoever reads this knows what was on my mind last.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trapped--we aren't allowed to engage in any activities. All I have is the tv and what's left of my sanity. Not much under the circumstances.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watched "V for Vendetta" yesterday, then slept for 10 hours. It was good, just too much for me to take in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All the schools are closed and evacuated.  Imagine that, all the teachers gave us homework.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The church is boarded up.  The preacher and his wife left waay earlier this week.  They were prepared.  I guess no church this Sunday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Planning to go to Costa Rica in June.  Pretty expensive although it's going to be worth it I hear. $2,210 dollars?  It better be. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need a job.  NO openings though.  Hmm, I guess I'm not trying hard enough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I &lt;em&gt;wasss&lt;/em&gt; planning to go to the beach on Saturday but guess I can't &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt; because of the &lt;em&gt;Hurricannee&lt;/em&gt;.. Jeez Ike.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-7157996332812608920?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/7157996332812608920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=7157996332812608920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/7157996332812608920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/7157996332812608920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2008/09/ike-yikes.html' title='Ike Yikes!'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-6667871169609068591</id><published>2008-08-22T12:08:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T12:39:09.072-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Lakehouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pretty Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Olympics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gymnastics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Count-down'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Illusionist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deaths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>BOOM!</title><content type='html'>Pum Pum Pum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's been completely over a month since I have last posted in here, and if you want to get technical, it has been:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 month, 3 days, 7 hours 48 minutes, and .28 seconds since I last posted..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who's counting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda upset because I STILL haven't seen 'Dark Knight.' It's kinda annoying because I have to keep telling everyone to shut up about it because not EVERYBODY has seen it yet. Because you know, the other 6.1 billion people in the world have seen it, except me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long awaited countdown is complete, and my actual wait is over; sadly I'm still waiting for wheels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the U.S. of A dominating the Beijing Olympics, and the death of Bernie Mac, there's nothing much to talk about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAWN JOHNSON! She rocked on Beam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching Pretty Woman today, and it was the most random movie to watch. Oddly&lt;a href="http://www.caratulasdecine.com/Caratulas/Pretty_woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.caratulasdecine.com/Caratulas/Pretty_woman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this movie was.. Good. It's actually a classic. I've never seen it but it was on tv, so I just said why not. If you don't know the story, it's about this Beverly Hills hooker, that gets picked up by this business man [for business] and then she kinda, falls for him. Odd, but it's actually pretty good! Entertaining too. You know I have watched a number of movies lately [only 3 but..] and I was just trying to find that GREAT movie that would satisfy. I mean, I even watched "The Lakehouse.." Big mistake on my part. That movie was alright but the plot was rushed a little bit, and to be frank, I didn't really get interested until the ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000K7VHQ4.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000K7VHQ4.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But, Yesterday, a friend of mine and I watched 'The Illusionist' which wasn't half bad. I saw this movie somewhere the preview for it, and I was wondering when it was going to come out and to my surprise I saw it on video at the Library? [Don't ask me why I was there it was an accident I promise]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was there meaning it already came out on video and I knew I had just saw the preview for it on some other movie. Maybe it was one of those movies that don't ever go to theatres, they go straight to VHS, and DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way it was an ok story the end still gets me, and I was completely fooled by his "Illusion" For some reason I still can't grasp how he did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, that guy is a little too old to be locking lips with Jessica Biel. She's like half his age. Maybe not but perhaps she could pass as a niece or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much rain lately. I think I'm drowning in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my summer ends on Monday. Back to the horrific halls of.. SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH the death of us all. I never thought it would come in the form of homework and scary he-she teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first TASB show yesterday. It was great, and we thought it would all fall apart. People were giving standing ovations :D GRAND!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-6667871169609068591?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/6667871169609068591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=6667871169609068591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/6667871169609068591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/6667871169609068591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2008/08/boom.html' title='BOOM!'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-1677649345786781059</id><published>2008-07-14T23:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T00:12:53.924-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4th of July'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lazy Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Positive Reinforcement</title><content type='html'>Alright just to let everyone know my existance is still eminent..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to make a post today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe that I have gotten so lazy with this blog, seriously last year I wrote at least one a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's like.. 1 every few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well sorta..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's my fault. So let's see, what did I miss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Fourth of July!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Alright now.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Crazy Phelps family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Who hasn't heard of those guys?  They have a flippin' &lt;a href="http://www.godhatesfags.com/"&gt;website.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-1677649345786781059?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/1677649345786781059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=1677649345786781059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/1677649345786781059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/1677649345786781059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2008/07/positive-reinforcement.html' title='Positive Reinforcement'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-6603040672700667384</id><published>2008-07-02T16:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T16:30:19.597-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surf&apos;s Up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holocaust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Pianist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hitler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pianos'/><title type='text'>Saranghe</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned how to say I love you in Korean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's because the other day I finished my second drama, "Loveholic" it was SO GOOD. You won't even believe. I think I like that sappy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry I love you" was so good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH! I picked up my first Japanesee lesson yesterday, and it was so weird. I didn't understand any of it. It only made me feel bad about forgeting all my hard work. I quickly put it back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to watch some movies yesterday, and I ended up watching &lt;em&gt;Surf's Up&lt;/em&gt; again. It was cute still.  My sister had the movie so I decided to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day she brought home the &lt;em&gt;The Pianist&lt;/em&gt; for me because we were talking about it, and I had said that I had never seen it.  So she brought it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOOOD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I say that a lot but it had to do with the Holocaust, so you know it had to have been awesome. It doesn't hurt that Adrien Brody is a beef cake either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moviewallpapers.net/images/wallpapers/2002/the-pianist/the-pianist-1-1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.moviewallpapers.net/images/wallpapers/2002/the-pianist/the-pianist-1-1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was based off of a true story like always, of a Jewish Pianist that played for a Polish radio station. Of all the horrors of the holocaust and German torture and mass murder, his piano playing ends up saving him in the end. Well not really but sorta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good. I found the whole pickle can thing hilarious, but the guy was hungry. If you hadn't eaten in months I bet you would be holding on to a can of pickles like that too. I just kept thinking how much luck he had. Not dying and all. He was so lucky. His family wasn't so fortunate though, they were sent off to a concentration camp in uhh--some place that starts with a T.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-6603040672700667384?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/6603040672700667384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=6603040672700667384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/6603040672700667384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/6603040672700667384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2008/07/saranghe.html' title='Saranghe'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-15921045042005461</id><published>2008-06-28T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T01:15:22.962-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cassie'/><title type='text'>Cassita!</title><content type='html'>Aww girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is your birthday! I hope you had a good day and all, and you had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad you were sore! Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y No te preocupes sobre tu chivo lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope la carta llegara pronto.. it's kinda scary I don't know where it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FELIZ CUMPLEANOS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-15921045042005461?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/15921045042005461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=15921045042005461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/15921045042005461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/15921045042005461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2008/06/cassita.html' title='Cassita!'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-767198538605808490</id><published>2008-06-27T23:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T23:09:39.950-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foreigners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><title type='text'>How's it Going?</title><content type='html'>Well you won't believe what I found and as punishment, I am forced to place this lovely video here on my blog! YES that's right Laye!! 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Try eating more smaller meals.&lt;br /&gt;-Don't eat so much. It's not good for you now way, and it can also stretch your stomach out. You could get used to eating a lot at one setting. Try to stay with modest proportions.&lt;br /&gt;-Eat slower! Give you digestive system a chance to take it all in. That way it will absorb the nutrients at a steady rate, and can keep you healthy! Also why would you want a bellyache after all that sushi? [Rachel!]&lt;br /&gt;-Dont be naiive like some people and think that 1 meal a day will suffice for you. IT WON'T. You need good food to survive and stay healthy and out of the doctor's office. Don't be fooled, you may not &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; hungry, or &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to eat anything, but you &lt;em&gt;NEED&lt;/em&gt; to. There are vital nutrients and minerals that you can't get from anywhere except in certain foods. They help keep your body immune system strong and ready to fight any sickness that may come your way. ALSO, skipping meals is dangerous to your health and the whole mission of loosing weight. Why would you want your body to store &lt;em&gt;MORE&lt;/em&gt; fat? That's exactly what it will do whenever you finally do decide to put something inside of you. It will &lt;strong&gt;FIND&lt;/strong&gt; a way to survive. So it will take fats and store them away for later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Now here is the hard part:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Restrictions&lt;br /&gt;-Candy&lt;br /&gt;-Soda&lt;br /&gt;-Cut back on chips&lt;br /&gt;-Eating after TEN [Sorry Pastel, my family eats late.]&lt;br /&gt;-Fast food is a definate NO&lt;br /&gt;-Major Juices [Make sure to check the Fruit juice concentrations. It's usually in percents. If it contains NO FRUIT JUICE then chances are it's filled with sugar and citric acids. BAD.]&lt;br /&gt;-Pizza [I know this one kills me.]&lt;br /&gt;-DONUTS! [I just commited suicide!]&lt;br /&gt;-ENERGY DRINKS. They don't do anything for you but give you a full blown sugar-rush and a headache for later. NO.&lt;br /&gt;-Alcohol is a definate NO as well. No matter what you say, it's no good, and you should separate yourself from it as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;-Ice Cream = NO.&lt;br /&gt;-Cut back on the caffine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food in General&lt;br /&gt;"What We Can Eat."&lt;br /&gt;-Whole Grains/Wheat breads. [White is fattening believe it or not.]&lt;br /&gt;-Cereals [More specifically: Cheerios. Also good for the heart and cholesterol, Special K, Any type of wheat cereals. The Granola kind. Be sure to steer away from the children's cereals; they are known to be packed with tons of sugar and uneeded calories. The fact that they are children makes it ok for them because they have so much energy anyway, they could work it off in 5 minutes on the playgrounds.]&lt;br /&gt;-Fiber! I read on this box of "FiberOne" brand bars that people who include fiber in their diet loose weight faster and more efficiently than people who don't.&lt;br /&gt;-Those weirdo diet foods you were afraid to try. Be brave, they're not as bad as they seem. They even have sweets, that make it even easier to endulge on once in a while. South Beach Diet and Special K are my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;-Fruits&lt;br /&gt;-Powerades and Gatorade. They're full of minerals.&lt;br /&gt;-Try to avoid whole milks. They are good too, but try soy once in a while. They have lots of flavors.&lt;br /&gt;-Organic foods. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;-Tofu!&lt;br /&gt;-Smoothies. Make even the most hated foods taste good.&lt;br /&gt;-Try artificial sweetners like Sweet N' Low Brand. Its a sugar-free and very &lt;em&gt;sweet&lt;/em&gt;, way to give flavor to your drinks and foods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;EXERCISE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Do this at least an hour a week. 45 Minutes a day if you're extreme."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to exercise to help keep you in shape. It comprises of more than just lifting weights. You need to have cardio as well. That's what "Burns the butter" and helps the muscles show. IN reverse, You need conditioning as well as cardio, when you thin out, you're gonna want some kind of physique, and to be TONED. That's one of the main goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cardio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-Speed walking&lt;br /&gt;-Running/Jogging&lt;br /&gt;-Swimming&lt;br /&gt;-Skating&lt;br /&gt;-Dancing&lt;br /&gt;-Gymnatics [ME!]&lt;br /&gt;-Basicly any sport you can get your hands on.&lt;br /&gt;-Stair climbing. [Great for the thighs]&lt;br /&gt;-Biking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Conditioning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Lifting Weights&lt;br /&gt;-Floor exercises&lt;br /&gt;-Gym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-Yoga&lt;br /&gt;-Pilates&lt;br /&gt;-Ty-Bo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dedication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No diet is easy. It's better to work off the excess weight than get lypo or something of another. People who work it off tend to keep it off because they have trained themselves to live a healthier lifestyle. It is going to take hard-work and dedication to get it off. Be strong you can do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nothing great ever came over-night. It will take some time. Don't be discouraged. One of the best rewards is having someone come up to you and ask, "Have you lost weight?" Proudly hold you head up and say, "Why yes... Yes I have!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't give in so easily, and when you're having some trouble/cravings at the check-out line [because that is just where they happen to keep all the candy and junk food] try to picture a healthier you and how good you will look in those snazzy new fitted clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you fail, you are failing yourself. You have to live with the fact that &lt;em&gt;YOU &lt;/em&gt;gave up, and only &lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt; have the power to control &lt;em&gt;YOUR&lt;/em&gt; body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;Success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Once you have reached your goal, why not make another? There's no rule that says you can't get in even &lt;em&gt;better&lt;/em&gt; shape. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Also, don't let your hard work go to waste. Keep it off, continue the healthy eating, and don't go back to your old ways. You can do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tips and Tricks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*REMEMBER--Your body counts on this. Set goals and restrictions for yourself, and make sure you reach them &lt;em&gt;every &lt;/em&gt;week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*Remember to record your progress, and reward yourself once in a while for a milestone well passed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*Drink more water: There's plenty of it, and it is the easier drink you can get to help keep your body replinished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*Brush your teeth after evey meal--Brushing the teeth helps get rid of the food taste in your mouth, and that mint taste will help kill any arising cravings you might have later. [You know how nasty food can taste right after you have brushed.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*Avoid snacking while cooking! You might think a little piece won't hurt, but 5 or 6 pieces just might. Try chewing some tasty gum while you are in the process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*Keep a steady sleep schedule! Believe it or not, another step in staying health is getting a good night's sleep as often as you can. Give your body a chance to relax, and rest itself. The next day you will have more energy and be able to get active! In reverse, too much sleep can sometimes cause you to feel drowsy and lazy, and you're not going to want to do much. Don't be a couch potato!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*Don't be afraid to get down and dirty. SWEAT! It's good for you! Did you know that your body doesn't normally start burning off any calories until 20 minutes of doing exercise? Keep it flowing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*If you must splurge [Eat bad food] every once in a while, keep it down to 1 every two weeks are less. Don't loose all your progress. Instead of taking one step forward for every step back, take 2 steps forward for every step back, and that way you will always be one step ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;NO MORE EXCUSES! THE TIME IS NOW! Are you ready for a better you? What are you waiting for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-6845873098766489349?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/6845873098766489349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=6845873098766489349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/6845873098766489349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/6845873098766489349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2008/06/dieting-101-2.html' title='Dieting 101 [2]'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-9070593748448797304</id><published>2008-06-05T18:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T18:49:25.754-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fish Camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Break-Outs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outta Shape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweaty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Workouts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exercise'/><title type='text'>Camppo</title><content type='html'>Ahh, day 2 of Camp Blacken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least that's what I call the little Kick-off camp we are in the process of doing right now.  We are outside so much, I'm already looking like coal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I came home and only to be there 45 minutes when my mother came in, "I'm going to Sweeny Hospital."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Silence.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're brother is in there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoops, I didn't think it was a big deal because my mother is known to make a big deal out of nothing.  So I knew everything was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE went over there, and found one of my older brothers [Rod] and this guy that works with them, and then my dad, and my LITTLE brother [Buddy] in there.  Hmm, someone called his wife and was like "OMG JOHN IS IN THE EMERGENCY ROOM!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was freaking the heck out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't even serious.  It turns out he drove himself to the ER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that he was having severe chest pains and he couldn't even breath.  Quote on Quote "It felt like someone was choking me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He works outside in the heat, and my mom thinks it got to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they ran some tests on him, and made him stay in the hosptial overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN other news. Camp was.  Actually.  Not that bad.  I didn't even break a sweat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to be getting easier each year.  I wonder why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying desperately to save my skin.  I don't want it to get all blotchy and break out and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-9070593748448797304?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/9070593748448797304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=9070593748448797304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/9070593748448797304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/9070593748448797304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2008/06/camppo.html' title='Camppo'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-961972505576126940</id><published>2008-06-04T22:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T22:58:11.461-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fatty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outta Shape'/><title type='text'>Dieting 101.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INTRODUCTION:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I know FINALLY I am putting this in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Jeez you. You could have put it in YOUR blog you know!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so, we [I say we as in Cassie, Pastel, and I] are planning to do this little diet thing together this summer. It's not so much as a DIET, but it's a fitness plan; it has rules and boundaries, so we can't break them, or we have to pay the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, with the people that I have told about it, they want to join in too, and maybe if we get this thing off the ground, it can be a widely held thing going around. That would be pretty sweeeeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HEALTH ISSUES:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering that the many of us, or most of us [sorry Pastel] live in America, or near it, we are considered the fattest country in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now why is that you ask?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64% of Americans are overweight or obese, and a quarter of those people are obese in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is extremely unhealthy.  Speaking of &lt;em&gt;health&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Obesity is becoming the second largest preventable cause of death in America according to two academic studies. A lot has to do with the choice of foods that people eat. Obesity also contributes to diabetes, heart disease and even deaths from the E. coli bacteria, which can be found in the bacteria in fast food meats. - &lt;a href="http://www.eng.umu.se/E3ht03/manchester/Lisa/index.htm"&gt;Lissa Eriksson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-961972505576126940?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/961972505576126940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=961972505576126940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/961972505576126940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/961972505576126940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2008/06/dieting-101.html' title='Dieting 101.'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-9126869631612553239</id><published>2008-05-31T10:43:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T12:20:12.364-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Languages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>English 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eleven&lt;/span&gt; Things Every Forienger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Should Know About &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;American&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;[&lt;em&gt;Not British.&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. "THE" is actually pronounced "DA" [DUH].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. Swearing/cursing does &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; make you look cool. [Trust me.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3. Don't worry about your spelling. Not many of us can spell either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;4. No one uses the term "Mum" on this side of the waters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;5. "Ain't" &lt;em&gt;IS&lt;/em&gt; a word; they just won't &lt;em&gt;LET&lt;/em&gt; you say it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;6. A "Coke" is a brand, not a noun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;7. Some words are singular and plurl at the same time: Moose are Moose, Fish are Fish, Deer are Deer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;8. The term: "Mashed Potatoes", isn't just a food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;9. Even some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;native&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; English speakers are hard to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;10. "Big Pimpin'" is verb. [Ex: I big pimpin', you big pimpin', he/she/it big pimpin'.] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11.  "Bling-Bling" 1998-2003.  Let it Rest In Peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-9126869631612553239?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/9126869631612553239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=9126869631612553239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/9126869631612553239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/9126869631612553239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2008/05/english-101.html' title='English 101'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-477913900605923435</id><published>2008-05-29T10:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T10:57:26.021-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Languages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>My English</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" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Linguistic Profile:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofamericanenglishdoyouspeakquiz/general.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70% General American English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10% Dixie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10% Yankee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5% Upper Midwestern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0% Midwestern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/xbutterflix"&gt;What Kind of American English Do You Speak?&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/4028994108610319640-477913900605923435?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/477913900605923435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=477913900605923435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/477913900605923435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/477913900605923435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-english.html' title='My English'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-4010036768460881636</id><published>2008-05-28T22:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T22:10:32.701-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deaths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Day of the Dead</title><content type='html'>It is a sad sad day in many lives today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning at 11:00 a.m, a member from our church, Nikki passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been so sick for the longest time.  She was a gentle soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her husband is a widower now, and he's barely even 31.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was 29.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They never got a chance to have children.  Poor girl, she wanted them bad. She loved kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R.I.P Nikki.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-4010036768460881636?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/4010036768460881636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=4010036768460881636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/4010036768460881636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/4010036768460881636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-of-dead.html' title='Day of the Dead'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-8338413818155195522</id><published>2008-05-27T22:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T22:29:03.831-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ana Victoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Siempre Pude Ver</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BY ANA VICTORIA&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yo siempre pude ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;La luz de tu mirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eres tan especial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Que me cuesta explicar tanto amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Que extraña sensación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me duele el corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Si imagino que tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Te apareces aquí en mi sillón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Como voy a soñar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Si ni sabes quien soy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ni conoces mi voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Que me voy a inventar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Para dejarte ver que yo existo también&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Y que estoy tan enamorada de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Terca soy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Y que no quede duda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Que siento el cielo al cantar de ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cantarte a ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Te cuento que aquí estoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Soñando con tu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Se que es tanto decir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Que yo tiemblo al estar frente a ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pero tu ni me ves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ni imaginas que estoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Invadida de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Que detén tu dolor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Y tu voz al hablar que me inquieta la piel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Y que estoy tan enamorada de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Terca soy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Y que no quede duda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Que siento el cielo al cantar de ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cantarte a ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yo siempre pude ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;La luz de tu mirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eres tan especial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Que algún día estaré junto a ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-8338413818155195522?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-887649855214140181</id><published>2008-05-27T22:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T22:24:15.153-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schlitterbahn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gymnastics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mondays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Life-Support</title><content type='html'>I'm alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a miracle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week is over, and my face is clearing up.  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in sad news, keep "Nikki" in your prayers; she is a woman that goes to our church, and she is on acutal life support, and they are going to take her off tomorrow morning.  Hopefully she will be alright. She has been struggling at a chance for life for over 10 years.  I believe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has some extreme case of rare... uhh something.  Either way it's bad, and she's dying as you read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did someone say "SCHLITTERBAHN?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, I went again!  That was sunday, but I have to admit that the one in Galveston is SO MUCH BETTER than the acutal one in New Braunfels.  Seriously, it might be bigger there, but at least Galveston's rides are FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost died on one!  JEEBUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first it was fun going down a giant water slide 30 m/ph, but then it started getting faster, and I almost flipped off the edge, and then I turned over, and that's so dangerous, because you land in water, and you don't want to be face down, and then I started freaking out because A.  You can't stop, and B.  I was flying outta control.  Then amazingly I got myself turned around in time to land.. and I sooo landed in the water like a stuffed doll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To finish it off, I inhaled about a gallon of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my friend Alyssa and I had a nice chat in the pool.  We found one.  It was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some weirdo kids playing with waterguns and then shot me in the eye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that, it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I forced myself to stay home and just.. TAKE IT EASAAAY.  Seriously, last week was so crazy.  I slept for almost 12 hours on Monday, and it felt goooooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dying for summer to be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOO SUMMER!  [That's "WOO" not "WHOO" Pastel.  Got it?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gymnastics tonight was bad. I was doing good 2 nights in a row, and then here comes tonight.  I sucked baad.  Stupid stupid.  I mean, I got harped at by my coach for landing on my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take some retarded mouse exam today.  No worries though, I passed, and I get a certificate that certifies that I know what's what with Microsoft Office 4.0.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-887649855214140181?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/887649855214140181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=887649855214140181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/887649855214140181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/887649855214140181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-support.html' title='Life-Support'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-6862674600712652943</id><published>2008-05-24T23:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:29:48.855-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Road-Trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miracle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solo and Ensemble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Austin Texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazing'/><title type='text'>Austin, Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2Ars1VaeEA/SDuQspXTGlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/X65t0gJWwvw/s1600-h/SANY1069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204912891048958546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" height="152" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2Ars1VaeEA/SDuQspXTGlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/X65t0gJWwvw/s200/SANY1069.JPG" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, I hadn't realized how pretty Austin could be at night. Man, I haven't been here in so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, we got superior ratings [1's] at the constest WOO! It was amazing; even our director was amazed. He seriously thought we were gonna get a 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE got medals too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contest was held at the University of Texas, Austin of course, and that just so happens to be the same college that William is going to be attending in the Fall. Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE stayed in that buildig all day, and there were people everywhere. It was crazy. From all over Texas! [hmm, maybe it's because this was a State competition] but seriously they were EVERYWHERE on the floor, every corner of the building sleeping and what-not. It was like giant slumber party. Only more formal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to dress up. I think I had my outfit on for a grand total of and hour, and I took it off! Maybe not even an hour.. 45 minutes. We were the first to perform for our judge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that day they took us out to eat at this resturant called "The Brick Oven" the food was alright, but not as good as it sounded. The lasagna was good, but the fettaccini Alfredo tasted like glue and wet noodles. I think the best thing outta that place was the bleu cheese salad dressing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I L.O.V.E Bleu Cheese!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love its savvory flavors!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;This hotel, the "Double Tree" hotel, is I mean, so fancy that, I don't know. I just have never been somewhere like this before. There are rich old people all over the place. I guess we were kinda out of place; they kept giving us the eyes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;We totally went into the ballroom and threw a party. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously, one part of the Hotel looked like the Titanic Dining room. Maybe a low-key version, but it was so fancy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had a flippin Tiki bar!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;This girl that was rooming with me jacked a pillow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was pretty hilarious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-6862674600712652943?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/6862674600712652943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=6862674600712652943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/6862674600712652943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/6862674600712652943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2008/05/austin-texas.html' title='Austin, Texas'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2Ars1VaeEA/SDuQspXTGlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/X65t0gJWwvw/s72-c/SANY1069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-7856264792563660526</id><published>2008-05-23T23:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T23:28:02.398-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Performances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solo and Ensemble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William'/><title type='text'>Engulfed.</title><content type='html'>So today was the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performance at the Clarion was tonight, and it was surpisingly fantastic.  I got complements after it was over, and so did the ensemble :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going crazy because I am still up to my eyeballs in things I have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention I have to go to bed like right now because I have to be at the school at 4 in the morning tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am glad because we got that retarded project taken care of, I went in and finished the last of the blue-prints.  Those people better appreciate me, and we better get an A+ plus on that project, or I'm gonna stab somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've worked so hard on that thing, it's not even funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of randomness for the day, I'm listening to "O Happy Day" right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-7856264792563660526?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/7856264792563660526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=7856264792563660526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/7856264792563660526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/7856264792563660526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2008/05/engulfed.html' title='Engulfed.'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-5465810467017083491</id><published>2008-05-22T12:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T12:16:19.796-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep-deprived'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solo and Ensemble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Too Busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concert'/><title type='text'>Smothering</title><content type='html'>The tension with the family is at it's climax. There is abosultely NO way I can make it to the reunion, or even see them before I leave on Saturday or before &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; leave on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concert tonight.  It's gonna suck, I can feel it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still preparing for State Solo and Ensemble on Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-5465810467017083491?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/5465810467017083491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=5465810467017083491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/5465810467017083491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/5465810467017083491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2008/05/smothering.html' title='Smothering'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-4282638882236715642</id><published>2008-05-21T21:48:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:21:23.295-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dissapointment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep-deprived'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='End of School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Too Busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Late Nights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Austin Texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exhausted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fast Week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schlitterbahn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Explode'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Headache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depressing'/><title type='text'>Drowning</title><content type='html'>It seems to be getting worse, and worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think tomorrow is going to be the easiest of all the days of this week. I don't know why in the world everyone seems to be wanting to have EVERYTHING happen on THIS WEEK for HEAVEN sakes, I'm only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; human!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously loosing it. I mean, I don't even know how much sleep I have gotten. I didn't eat much today. GAAH! I'm loosing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is supposed to be the best time of the year. Education is nearing to an end, and people are graduating and moving on, yet, I think this is one of the worse weeks of this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One side of my family is upset with me because I am not going to be able to make it to the family reunion, which hasn't happened in YEARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just so happen to plan it on the weekend of State Solo and Ensemble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN. I'm going to be at the capital of Texas--Austin, all weekend, and I am leaving at 4 in the morning on Saturday and coming back 9 p.m on Sunday Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free day on Monday, No school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's when I will sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this. I really do. I guess a majority of it is my fault for getting into all this stuff, but I think that I'm doing a good job just staying alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it helps that 2 of my friends and I aren't getting along very well at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE BLOWS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet the emos are having a better time than I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way Schlitterbahn this weekend at State. Let me just let you know, I am NOT going to enjoy it that well. Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-4282638882236715642?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/4282638882236715642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=4282638882236715642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/4282638882236715642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/4282638882236715642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2008/05/drowning.html' title='Drowning'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-2222972276602115219</id><published>2008-05-20T22:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:18:12.827-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gymnastics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fish Camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep-deprived'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blood and Guts'/><title type='text'>She Lives!</title><content type='html'>I'm alive everyone! No need to panic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it though my first day with only 3 and a half hours of sleep. :) and I'm still going. I think tomorrow is going to be just as bad, but maybe not because I am going to have a break in the middle of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was hectic, stressed out in the morning, and 20239580487252 jillion things to do in the evening. Sometimes I even wonder how I do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Morning Rehearsal 7 a.m.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rube Goldberg Project &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quiz in Math [Not so bad]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ensemble Rehearsal &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Culminating Project [Completed]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Deliver Scholarship Law Essay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After-School Ensemble Rehearsal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After-School Regular Rehearsal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fish Camp [4:30-6:00]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;RUN to Maserson Park for BBQ&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;William's House&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Travel to All American at 7:45&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Return home at 9:45&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have work to do right now, but I really just need to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna do that right about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to All American tonight, and it was the bomb. I did great. Now if only I could keep it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a lot of independent things despite the pounding headache I had from start to finish of the class. But I think this is the best I have done in a while. ALL OF THAT ON 3 hours of sleep! GO ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-2222972276602115219?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/2222972276602115219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=2222972276602115219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/2222972276602115219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/2222972276602115219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2008/05/she-lives.html' title='She Lives!'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-6813987987486940852</id><published>2008-05-20T01:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T02:03:31.892-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Luck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liberty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Law'/><title type='text'>A Nation Without Walls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Law [n]: A code of principle based on morality, conscience, or nature.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine–a nation where there are no boundaries; where one is free to do whatever they please. There are no rules, there are no restrictions, and there are no penalties. To some, this might sound like a nation of pure freedom. To not have cares or worries laid upon them. But to others, this might sound like a chance to do sinister things. I am grateful today that I am in a country, where long ago, there were boundaries, rules, restrictions, AND penalties set. I am proud to be living in the United States of America.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The United States was built on justice and integrity for all that inhabit these lands. Now answer this, what would our nation be without walls? Laws aren’t only there to prohibit us from doing certain acts, but it is also there to protect us, guide us, and even settle our differences. It gives us an unbiased nation of equality as it was promised and signed by 39 delegates in a Virginia Convention over 200 years ago. Our ancestors fought hard and long to bring the very ground that we stand on today to freedom. Once it was liberated, they had to create some sort of system to act as a rock-hard foundation to build this nation upon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To other nations, America is the land of opportunity. There is a way of life here that is not offered in many other countries around the world. One reason behind this is the fact that every one person in this country is due unalienable rights. Unalienable rights are the divine liberties given unto man by God; they cannot be taken away, or bound. Yet in the past, they have been. The law has resolved many civil disagreements, such as the abolition of slavery, women’s rights, and even segregation. The law has even made way for the people [that’s us] to have some say on how the government runs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom of speech, religion, protest, press, assembly, expression, and even the right to remain silent, would not be possible if they were not insured and protected by the law. As Henry Ward, a clergyman and abolitionist leader in the 1800's put the argue of libery well: "Liberty is the soul’s right to breathe and, when it cannot take a long breath, it may quickly perish." Where would this nation be if one wasn’t allowed to stand up for what they think is right? Where would we be if the security of having privacy in one’s own home didn’t exist? It is a wonder that a majority of the citizens that reside in the United States do not realize the wonderful significance of these privileges. Which is why law day is a great way to celebrate and honor the liberties of the governed, and to commemorate and continue the purpose of it’s existence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal interpretation of "law" in general would be the complete structure of our society given to us by the government. It is the basis of our nation’s communities and it gives us moral codes to heed and to follow. With these rules and regulations, we are granted the well sought after opportunity for life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. &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;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just incase you're wondering, it is almost 2 am here, and I am up trying desperately to finish my essay for this contest. Wish me luck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-6813987987486940852?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/6813987987486940852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=6813987987486940852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/6813987987486940852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/6813987987486940852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2008/05/nation-without-walls.html' title='A Nation Without Walls'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-5098353601834998111</id><published>2008-05-18T23:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T23:59:12.152-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun fun fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sundays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='May'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Day Ever'/><title type='text'>Baccalaureate</title><content type='html'>See the first time I heard this word, I didn't even know how to pronounce it.  Shows how much I know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baccalaureate"--Pronounced [back-coo-lor-rie-ette]  Must be French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was this celebration for my sister, and I just named this post that because a lot has happened in the past week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday was pretty much one of the greatest days of my life, and I MADE Saturday, my official day of leisure.  I rewarded myself for successfully completing the AP exams.  OF course, there's no party until the results come in the mail in June, but until then, I'm just going to pretend like I knew what I was doing on that test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-5098353601834998111?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/5098353601834998111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=5098353601834998111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/5098353601834998111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/5098353601834998111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2008/05/baccalaureate.html' title='Baccalaureate'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-5272764382797833431</id><published>2008-05-06T16:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T16:22:48.089-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Late'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Count-down'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='May'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinco De Mayo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Cinco De Mayo</title><content type='html'>Whoops, this is actually the day &lt;em&gt;AFTER&lt;/em&gt; Cinco de Mayo, but at least I remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't really do anything. I was supposed to dress up the traditional dress, but then it was banned so we didn't dress up at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having a party on Thursday :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl gave me a box of cookies today.  It was really random.  I bet they had drugs in them or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;103 Days&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;until the targeted date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was invited to this grand ball party at the end of may.  Turns out we have to dress fancy.  Hmm.. I have a banquet on Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gotta dress fancy for that too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say besides the blisters and William and My split.  GRR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-5272764382797833431?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/5272764382797833431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=5272764382797833431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/5272764382797833431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/5272764382797833431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2008/05/cinco-de-mayo.html' title='Cinco De Mayo'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-3370464538221809964</id><published>2008-04-30T10:50:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T11:21:36.578-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fast Week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schlitterbahn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wednesdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='May'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Galveston'/><title type='text'>Soon Enough</title><content type='html'>My My, I't almost May!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what they say, "April showers bring May flowers"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that was so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is almost here, and I cannot wait. I can't remember whether I created this blog in June or July... I'm thinking it was July. Either way, it's amazing. The time sure does pass by so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What has been going on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have been so ocupada. [I didn't want to say busy, because that is what I ALWAYS say.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had many things to do. And oddly, most of them have been durning the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCHLITTERBAHN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to there a week ago, it was the bomb. I'm telling you. I haven't been to Galveston in a LONG time. I kinda forgot what it looks like :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great. Dia tried to drown me numerous times. She kept saying "Sorry!" but I don't think she meant it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of drowing, I was going down this one slide, and the guy at the top was having too much fun playing with his walkie talkies, that he didn't tell me how to go down. See I had never been on this particuliar ride, and nobody told me I was supposed to cross my legs and arms, and to hold my nose. WELL. I was going down 60 ft of SCREAMING TORTURE. The water was so fast and furious, that I realized if I had of lifted my head up, it might've gauged my eyes out! I kept coming up for air, but sadly I was in a giant tube. A giant BLUE tube. Everyone kept saying that if you went on that ride, you would get a wedgie. They weren't kidding, ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slashfilm.com/wp/wp-content/images/promnightposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.slashfilm.com/wp/wp-content/images/promnightposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just watched "Prom Night. " Not such a good movie. I read some reviews, and they were saying that it was completely predictable. Not lying! It was so cliche in a lot of it's scenes. I don't know if it was just me, but I found completely useless for that guy to kill all those people just to get to one girl, I mean really. And what is more retarded is that he kills then pretty much in the same room.. Or hotel room, whatever, SAME FLOOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought it was extremely useless, and anyone who got scared by that... PUH-LEEZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only scary thing in that movie is the acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously one of the lines from the movie is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Michael is making me so darn mad. And on top of that I have killer cramps!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How lame is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see something scary, I advise Horton Hears A Who; that simple Children's movie has more worth than that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-3370464538221809964?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/3370464538221809964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=3370464538221809964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/3370464538221809964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/3370464538221809964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2008/04/soon-enough.html' title='Soon Enough'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-2102760328662547028</id><published>2008-04-11T15:05:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:29:49.100-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BCIS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep'/><title type='text'>Que Paso!</title><content type='html'>Ha, Martin just told me that I am going in for the kill--ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freetime in BCIS = Free NotDoppler.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. I am at the school right now, and I decided to make a post. Considering that I haven't made one in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very odd yesterday. I got home at the normal time, and then I went to bed at around 5:45. It was so strange, because I wasn't really tired, but then my eyes started closing. So I decided to take just a &lt;em&gt;LITTLE&lt;/em&gt; snooze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end up sleeping the whole afternoon, and night waking up at 4:00 a.m. How is this possible I ask? I have no earthly idea, but I have to say, I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a full night AND an afternoon's worth a sleep. A+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;JUST IN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Approximately &lt;em&gt;34 days&lt;/em&gt; left until freedom. Possible early release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously it's like a prison camp or something in here.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention only &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;127 days&lt;/span&gt; until the targeted date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2Ars1VaeEA/R__HQufUx1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/vBcrs4QHnnc/s1600-h/0004962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188084385925351250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2Ars1VaeEA/R__HQufUx1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/vBcrs4QHnnc/s200/0004962.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That day my friend will be THE day of personal freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Talk about random. I just went digging around on this school computer, and this is what I found. A frying pan with some sunny-side up eggs in it. Yeaaaah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had this showdown today over Spanish words, and I won [Ha, surprise surprise] and I got this jumbo bag of rainbow twizzlers. Too bad I don't like twizzlers. I think I had that bag a grand total of 5 seconds before people came pouring in and attacked me. At first I had 35 pieces, and when all the grimy little hands finally made their way away from my bag, I was left with about 5 or 6.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WOW. They aren't that good, so I don't know what the big hallaballoo was all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-2102760328662547028?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/2102760328662547028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=2102760328662547028' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/2102760328662547028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/2102760328662547028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2008/04/que-paso.html' title='Que Paso!'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2Ars1VaeEA/R__HQufUx1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/vBcrs4QHnnc/s72-c/0004962.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-7036164618776484726</id><published>2008-04-05T22:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T23:09:36.253-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ohio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Planes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Toledo</title><content type='html'>K, I so figured I would make a least ONE post while I was in the vacinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohio had a little rocky start, but then it got so much better today.  The wedding and all it's intricacies were wonderful!  I have a BIG family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably have a lot os spelling mistakes in there, but I don't care.  I have been awake for so long, and I am tired, and about to go to bed.  I have a plane to catch tomorrow.  Heading back to Texas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-7036164618776484726?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/7036164618776484726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=7036164618776484726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/7036164618776484726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/7036164618776484726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2008/04/toledo.html' title='Toledo'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-5332234884728780786</id><published>2008-03-23T23:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T23:50:24.350-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Languages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spanish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Dia De Los...</title><content type='html'>Uh, how do you say "Easter" in spanish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's late and I wanted to write an Easter post. [Ok, so it isn't really that late, but I have to get up in 6 hours.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began my assignment: The completion of the book &lt;em&gt;"1984."&lt;/em&gt; BORESVILLE. I can only hope it gets better in the future. Right now it just goes on and on about this guy's dictoritative daily life as a Record filer. BoO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Easter was great. I have a story to tell about this guy Kenny, but I don't have time right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and there's one more thing. I don't believe in the easter bunny. I didn't see no easter bunny yesterday when I was up stuffing colorful plastic eggs with candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EASTER BUNNY = HOAX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&gt;'.')&gt;&lt;('.'&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[]D [] []V[] []D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, there is another one of these, but I can't remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You people that actually read this should be proud of me.  I have done 2 in a row.  That is a miracle in my eyes.  Well it has come and gone.  As soon as this week begins I will probably go back to my old ways.  It's the circle of Life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-5332234884728780786?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/5332234884728780786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=5332234884728780786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/5332234884728780786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/5332234884728780786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-dia-de-los.html' title='Happy Dia De Los...'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-723533565715897162</id><published>2008-03-22T23:40:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T00:21:30.670-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viruses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deaths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worried'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tragedies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accidents'/><title type='text'>I Will Always Love You</title><content type='html'>Drastic day I must say. Being forced to do work against my will--and get this.. WITHOUT PAY! Some people say "Manual labor never hurt anyone!" but I think it's against my personal standards, doing work without pay. I guess it was for a good cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, I feel like a foreigner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took me about 15 minutes to figure out the word "&lt;em&gt;standards&lt;/em&gt;." I forgot it. I had to go ask my sister. Ha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was pretty horrible today. We saw this guy laying in the road. It was terrible. I called 911, and they said they already knew about it.. He looked like he had a motocycle accident. He was facedown in the road. It was terrible. Just like a dead animal--no joke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.filmbuffonline.com/uploaded_images/AnimalHouse1-751630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.filmbuffonline.com/uploaded_images/AnimalHouse1-751630.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I watched a couple of movies today. I watched "Animal House" today. There is this guy I know that is in love with this movie. I didn't know anything about it, but I figured I would watch it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seemed like one of those movies that are supposed to be popular, because they are super funny. But some parts were kinda gross, like the "WHAT AM I NOW? IM A PIMPLE! POP" yeah that made me gag. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also watched a little big sweeter movie. A classic "Titanic" I haven't watched it in so long. I forgot some parts. It was sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course pretty much the whole world has seen this movie, but it was on, and I was sitting down, so I watched it. It was good.. Kept me glued to the Tv.&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.kameson.com/titanic/image/titanic_ver3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm.. Some movie.. Cold Mountain is randomly on. I don't know what this is about but. EASTER IS TOMORROW! I almost missed it though. I was supposed to go to Mexico with a friend, but there was a last minute change of plans. That is ok though. I have had a good Spring Break so far. It's over now though, but what ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DO you know what movie I want to see? I want to see "No country for Old men" really bad. I wonder if it is as good as they say it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You should have seen me earlier.. I was stuffing eggs. Lol. I felt like a full grown easter bunny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I recently figured out how to bust into .rar files. I felt so accomplished. But My poor computer. I don't know if it can take it. I got some converter called WinRar. It is just screaming virus at me.. but you know. I think it is doing well. Nice and safe. Like a warm blanket or something. I dont know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-723533565715897162?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/723533565715897162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=723533565715897162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/723533565715897162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/723533565715897162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-will-always-love-you.html' title='I Will Always Love You'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-228013807449223624</id><published>2008-03-21T23:26:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T23:47:34.293-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fast Week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring Break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Say What?</title><content type='html'>Well, today was random to the extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts with me watching "How to Deal," and then going shopping. Not to mention that guy riding a unicycle through my neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abikestore.com/Merchant2/graphics/00000002/coker_unicycle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.abikestore.com/Merchant2/graphics/00000002/coker_unicycle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;what?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purely the strange and unusual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having the most difficult time trying to break in to this .rar file I got. It has the new cd "You and Me" on it, and I am pulling all sorts of things to get it open. Can't. Any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Easter Sunday is in a few days, and we are having some sort of Hallabaloo at my church, and EVERYONE is invited. Including YOU my faithful reader of this blog. Yes, and you are even allowed to Easter-egg hunt with the little 4-year olds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one of the people stuck hiding them. &lt;em&gt;When I say them I mean the eggs..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went on our shopping rampage, I bought two new outfits and 2 darling pairs of shoes. All for a good cause of course. ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a nice little top for my brothers upcoming wedding, which is in 2 WEEKS! Wow, time flies. I remember when it was just put on the table!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, I got a nice little easter outfit, although the colors are kind of dark and depressing.. I like it and that's all that matters right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was, laying face down on my bed when all of a sudden this thought popped into my head: &lt;strong&gt;"EDUCATION IS NEAR!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH! Where did my Spring Break &lt;em&gt;go?!&lt;/em&gt; I can't believe this is my last day of leisure! I want it back! I was robbed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went so fast, and I was too busy being lazy to take grasp of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit being a lazy bum is kinda fun. It sorta makes up for all those long hours and late nights studying the school-work of Satan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this BlockBuster card from my friend's aunt. I wonder if it still works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;what?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-228013807449223624?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/228013807449223624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=228013807449223624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/228013807449223624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/228013807449223624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2008/03/say-what.html' title='Say What?'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-7202214191843187081</id><published>2008-03-17T23:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T23:57:41.981-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rodeo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Houston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring Break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mondays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William'/><title type='text'>Rode-E-YO!</title><content type='html'>Yeehaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Houston Livestock and rodeo today. It was fun. We didn't stay long enough for the concert though. Some country singer &lt;em&gt;Miranda Lambert.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even got a video for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3aac7618f71beadf" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3aac7618f71beadf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332237851%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D194AA280B0384E1D2CEC4D6B6B8C0CD5CF4D9D.789051D1ED286C8DBEFB4ED3D2EC7E4D5DFEE18B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3aac7618f71beadf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzJxNtRz0oYCbX7o6U4qSJ2UCk6o&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3aac7618f71beadf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332237851%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D194AA280B0384E1D2CEC4D6B6B8C0CD5CF4D9D.789051D1ED286C8DBEFB4ED3D2EC7E4D5DFEE18B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3aac7618f71beadf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzJxNtRz0oYCbX7o6U4qSJ2UCk6o&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that was one of the first things we saw.  It was interesting, and painful.  Or so it seemed.  Some people got hurt.  I think that some of that stuff is dangerous, but they make so much money from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to IHOP for dinner, and I had a philly cheese steak sandwich.  YUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this Spring Break going to be filled with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the day William.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-7202214191843187081?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3aac7618f71beadf&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/7202214191843187081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=7202214191843187081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/7202214191843187081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/7202214191843187081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2008/03/rode-e-yo.html' title='Rode-E-YO!'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-4652110655531218843</id><published>2008-03-13T19:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T19:40:06.295-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fast Week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JibJab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NO PAIN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dentist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tooth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='March'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Oh I love it</title><content type='html'>This, perhaps, could be the happiest day of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Why you ask? Because I went to the dentist..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh she went to the dentist, big woop&lt;/em&gt;. Oh yeah, it' is a &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; woop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got both sides of my mouth fixed, and a porcelain cap on the right. I am so happy about it. They have been giving me trouble for so long. If you click the tag that says "tooth," you will see a whole bunch of posts that were made concerning my teeth. ALL the way back to God knows when. I am just glad I got it taken care of, and not to mention virtually pain-free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this video a few minutes ago, and I think it is really cute. Check it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="A9001680899808574464" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="369" width="435" data="http://llnw.jibjab.com/content/player.swf?content_url=" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN-TOP: 6px; WIDTH: 435px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Don't send a lame &lt;a href="http://www.jibjab.com/sendables/category/48/holiday"&gt;Holiday eCard&lt;/a&gt;. Try &lt;a href="http://www.jibjab.com/sendables"&gt;JibJab Sendables&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/4028994108610319640-4652110655531218843?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/4652110655531218843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=4652110655531218843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/4652110655531218843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/4652110655531218843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-i-love-it.html' title='Oh I love it'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-2237508198341526745</id><published>2008-02-29T20:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T21:08:40.327-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='February'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fridays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Time to Leap</title><content type='html'>Well, I figured I would only be able to do this once in 4 years, so why not make a post on leap day. I just made one yesterday, and I am not used to making posts so frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressing right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I watch tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G.I Jane&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: Kinda got boring, so I didn't finish that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sleepy Hollow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: I have seen that one before, so I wasn't really surprised at all the fake blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Species&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: That one actually made me laugh; the thought of a large cocoon eating people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sixteen Candles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: You know, the cliche teenager movie with the hot guy that everyone likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spongebob to Atlantis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Nickolodeon special, what can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Matrix&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: It was on, but sadly the other viewers wanted to watch Reba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Urban Legend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Kinda lame; I can't believe I sat through roughly 10 mins of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I just type that list in Alphabetical order? Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I'm done posting for today. I can't remember the last time I posted more than once in a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-2237508198341526745?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/2237508198341526745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=2237508198341526745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/2237508198341526745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/2237508198341526745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2008/02/time-to-leap.html' title='Time to Leap'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-6225792822301696821</id><published>2008-02-28T21:24:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T21:07:32.267-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='February'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruce Lee'/><title type='text'>Oh, Jeebus.</title><content type='html'>What? March?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to February?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been feeling extremely random and unorganized.. like right now, I and sitting in the back seat of a car with my laptop typing a post, not to mention a bag of Nacho Cheese flavored Doritos chips at my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;172 Days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today I was watching "Enter the Dragon," Again.. I watch that movie a lot.  Only because it is [in my opinion] one of the greatest movies ever made.  Maybe not really, but I just love Bruce Lee.   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~chenj/brucelee/images/enter_the_dragon4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was randomly on, so I said "Por que no?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of friends and I put in "Operation: R.U.N," but it failed miserably; we couldn't even get halfway down the track without laughing our heads off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was so funny you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just in the moment of running in slow motion to "&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=PZNiRwZiPzc"&gt;Eye of the Tiger&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ejercicio is good for the heart you know. Lately, I have been feeling like a couch-potato, and I figured I would gather some friends up, and do some evening running. It kinda sorta maybe worked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a slight addiction to the songs "Vincent" and "Ahora Quien." Amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-6225792822301696821?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/6225792822301696821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=6225792822301696821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/6225792822301696821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/6225792822301696821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-jeebus.html' title='Oh, Jeebus.'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-8167920485995003082</id><published>2008-02-15T23:36:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T23:57:56.686-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fast Week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='February'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fridays'/><title type='text'>Schindler's List</title><content type='html'>Hmm, what is that day called, the day after Valentine's day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; Valentine's Day?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't like today so much. It was awful. Lots of 'bad things..' &lt;a href="http://pixhost.eu/avaxhome/avaxhome/2007-08-20/HotelRwanda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://pixhost.eu/avaxhome/avaxhome/2007-08-20/HotelRwanda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and on top of that, I watched some really depressing war movies. Porque?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was "&lt;em&gt;Hotel Rwanda&lt;/em&gt;." I had heard that it was a good movie and it was on IMDB's top 250 movies as number 75, so I figured it had to be good. Sadly, I missed the first 8.3 minutes, so it was like trying to read brail or something.. it made no sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot, hmm, I usually talk about the plot. Well basicly, it's about this guy that owns a hotel in Rwanda. Yep. Actually it is a true story based from actual events in Africa in 1994. For some reason this reminds me so much of what happened in Somalia.. Maybe it's all the blood and machetes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I saw an ad for "&lt;em&gt;Schindler's List.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressing, Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But informative. Also a yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.schindlerslist.com/schindler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.schindlerslist.com/schindler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one I am watching in parts on youtube.. [I saw the other one on the telly.] I figured they had it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I skipped through so much of it because when they have conversations, it is so boring. I just skip to the parts where there is some action. But oh. The exploding of the heads. That is just.. ugh, terrible. They kill innocent children and people, but then again, what's new? It's just horrific. I haven't watched all of it yet, but I am working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well this one was about a guy that owned a shop in Krafw, [ok, can't spell it] Poland? Germany.. whoops can't remember, but he owns a shop, and then he saves over 1,000 jews by getting them to work in his factory. Supposedly, he is a great icon in history or something. I have never heard of him. :/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-8167920485995003082?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/8167920485995003082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=8167920485995003082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/8167920485995003082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/8167920485995003082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2008/02/schindlers-list.html' title='Schindler&apos;s List'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-532464476193085702</id><published>2008-02-14T23:03:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T23:53:11.559-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='February'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What are your thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>St. Vinny</title><content type='html'>Ahh. Today is the day that brings joy to this month. I think almost every month has a holiday of some sort. Valentines day is among my favorite. It makes me smile. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THOUGHTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justourpictures.com/roses/popimgs/valentines-day-red-rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.justourpictures.com/roses/popimgs/valentines-day-red-rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt; is an odd holiday. I'm not one to care for it too much. I think we end up putting to much value on the "togetherness" aspect of our lives. I think in some cases it could even make relationships worse as couples stress over what to get each other, trying to get the "perfect" thing for their partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm of the opinion that if you want to express your love to another, why wait for a particular day to do so? To me, sending me roses on a regular day for no particular reason would be much more well received than sending me roses on Valentine's Day. I think I end up questioning the motives of my partner giving me things -- does he feel obliged because it's Valentine's Day and society says that he should give something to me? If that's the case, then I would rather he not give me anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want society to dictate to me when I should show affection to my partner and when he should show affection to me. My boy and I may do something nice for each other, like draw a bubble bath or cook, or give a massage or watch a movie together -- but we do these things on a normal basis anyways." -- Reishka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is when&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;you can't be apart from someone for too long...you're always thinking of them, and when you're with them you never want to say goodbye. Love is far from simple. It's quite complex. It's a mix of about everything. It's sadness, joy, passion, hatred, excitement, it's almost every feeling you can imagine and more. You know love when you find it, it's that person that when they smile it brightens up your day, you can't stop staring at them for fear of losing them, they're always on your mind, you daydream of being with them, even if they're less than 20 feet away...and you can't stand it when they're not with you, the worst feeling you could ever feel is when you know that person you love is not with you...you can't tell when love will happen, you just know when it does, that moment when you first lay eyes on that person, and you never want to look away...that is love. Nothing less. " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-532464476193085702?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/532464476193085702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=532464476193085702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/532464476193085702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/532464476193085702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2008/02/st-vinny.html' title='St. Vinny'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-2984042493939215665</id><published>2008-02-08T20:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T21:20:20.108-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fast Week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='February'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Headache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Too Much</title><content type='html'>Where have the days gone? I came to make a post, and I saw that the last one was on the 26th. Kinda a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was--what was it? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a big headache right now. It just popped up out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8f/200px-Never_been_kissed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8f/200px-Never_been_kissed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am watching &lt;em&gt;"Never Been Kissed"&lt;/em&gt; though. It is one of those movies-- you know the movies that everyone watches, and it becomes a popular love story. It's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's about this woman, who is a loser in high school, and then she grows up to be a reporter, and then she gets assigned to a job as an undercover high school student, and she has to create a story about the lives of those students.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Long story short, she ends up falling in love with one of her teachers, and then they make out for like 30 minutes at the end. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is good. I have seen it so many times. Even though I know what happens, I really am able to watch it over and over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My head feels like a bowling ball right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm, the presidential election. What is my opinion? I think that the people need to stop leaning on that whole "HILLARY-OBAMA" thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;OMG! A &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FEMALE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; PRESIDENT AND AN &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AFRICAN AMERICAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the Apocolypse. My jeebus people.. I have to admit that I feel a little sorry for the other canidates. It's almost like that don't have a chance. I think this is turning more into a celebrity thing. That one guy--what was his name? John Edwards? He dropped out. [Did you know he has his own Wikipedia page?] Well anyway, he has this sad story about his son dying when he was 16 and his wife has cancer. Nobody seems to notice that. Oh, but Hillary and Obama are talking trash about each other.. Ooo, that's front page coverage! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In other news, my computer is officially on crack. This thing keeps crashing, yet it cannot pick up any problems. That dreaded blue screen comes up. Gah, it's so depressing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="140" alt="" src="http://diglloyd.com/bike/blog-images/2006/19/Polar-BlueScreenOfDeath.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some call it, the "BSOD" or formally known as &lt;em&gt;The Blue Screen of Death&lt;/em&gt;. I don't think I want to call it by that name. It sounds too--too negative. Got to think positive here, I have only had this computer for little over a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have completed the first entry for February. Tomorrow, I am supposed to have a track session. I wonder if I still remember how to run? I haven't done that in a long time either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-2984042493939215665?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/2984042493939215665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=2984042493939215665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/2984042493939215665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/2984042493939215665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2008/02/too-much.html' title='Too Much'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-5584403885349551443</id><published>2008-01-26T21:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:29:49.443-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Movie Day!</title><content type='html'>So I was sick today, and there was only one way to make up for it--Movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't just lay around all day often, but I got some sort of cold this weekend, and then it hit me full force Friday night; I spent Saturday morning/afternoon recovering. Of course I am all better now, but in the mean time, I watched some action.. [I also drank a ton of water. I hear that's good for you]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I saw "Daredevil," which wasn't as good as it seemed, and wasn't as bad as it was criticized to be. I actually thought some parts were interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.mastercomicsearch.com/images/HeroPages/Pic-MurdochDaredevil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw "Malibu's Most Wanted." Now about this movie, I didn't think it was so good the first time I saw it in the movie theatres a few years ago, but then I saw it again today, and it was pretty funny; dumb, but pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/152/501507~Malibu-s-Most-Wanted-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, oh, and last night I randomly ran across the sequel to "一リテルの涙”　「My gosh I haven't written in Japanese in so long, I don't even remember what I’m Doing」　But the show was in Japanese, and I watched the whole depressing series in the summer, and I loved it, and I found the sequel last night. I have to admit, I cried a little. Her lover went on the be a doctor, so he could find a cure for the disease that killed her. It is based on a true story too! "One Litre of Tears." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i13.ebayimg.com/07/i/000/bc/d5/d65b_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Man the whole thing is just. AGH. So sad. I couldn't help but watch it. The girl was only 15, when she found out she had a terminal illness. She had her life ahead of her... but that didn't stop it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I saw "Bride and Prejudice" again, I think I watched it just to hear the song "Take me to Love," which I Love. My jeebus, it's an addictive song. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.boomerangshop.com/dvdcover/ImageWeb/BrideAndPrejudice200465034_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a good movie, not too popular, but good. I had no idea it was supposed to be a musical before I watched it, but I kinda caught on when they started dancing in the middle of the night and running through the house like it was a Barmitzvah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling better at this point and I got up and did some things; later this evening, I watched "Spiderman 2" when I was eating dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://stockimg.free.fr/wallpaperlinks/divx/cinema/spiderman2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahh, I kinda got tired of this, and then left the room. I have seen all but the last Spiderman, so it wasn't anything new. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then after that, it pretty much got bad, except for "Juno", which I watched the beginning of, but turned of.. (You can see the previous post for a picture of that one...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://v4.valkiria.net/skin/film/pic/misc_img/b_batman_begins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right now as I type, I watching "Batman Begins," which I'm glad it's about to go off, because it is BORE. I watched it all because I figured it will be good. It also is having a sequel coming out that stars the recently deceased Heath Ledger. You know, him dying is one of those things that you hear about, but you just don't believe. I mean, really, the guy was in his hey-day, and he was doing well. It's like "Heath Ledger is DEAD." That's so strange. When he died, everyone made a big 'Hallabaloo' about it, but they seemed to fail to mention the death of child star "Brad Renfro," who played in "The client," a movie I happened to like very much. He did just a week earlier. You didn't see his name all over the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.lovefilm.com/lovefilm/images/products/2/1082-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I watched it a lot when I was younger, and I have always liked that movie; even though it is about a boy that find a dead body, and then gets threatened by the mafia to keep quiet about it. But other than that, its a SUPER movie. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am thinking about changing my profile song, but I have no idea what to change it to. Any ideas? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160012155244345634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2Ars1VaeEA/R5wLt14JeSI/AAAAAAAAAG0/za9Pqk-B_p8/s200/Blada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I took this picture last night. Hmm, I was sick? Not bad for a stuffy nose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-5584403885349551443?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/5584403885349551443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=5584403885349551443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/5584403885349551443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/5584403885349551443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2008/01/movie-day_26.html' title='Movie Day!'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2Ars1VaeEA/R5wLt14JeSI/AAAAAAAAAG0/za9Pqk-B_p8/s72-c/Blada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-4025877165822484772</id><published>2008-01-21T12:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T13:25:04.177-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lazy Me'/><title type='text'>Apologize</title><content type='html'>Apologize--Timbland &amp;amp; OneRepublic. Good song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the way to start off the new year. I admit, I have been feeling a little lazy with writing in this blog, and I want to change that. It's just a little hard because I have so many things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that last post that I failed to complete, I left out two other movies: "Juno" and "Palindromes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are complete opposites yet, they are related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reelmovienews.com/images/gallery/the-juno-movie-poster_402x568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.reelmovienews.com/images/gallery/the-juno-movie-poster_402x568.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Juno was a super good movie. I was kinda skeptic about it at first. I didn't know what I wanted to see at the movies, and I was already there, so I just picked one out. I had heard someone talking about that movie, and I decided I wanted to see it for myself. It was either that or "Alvin and the Chipmunks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about this teenage girl that was 16, and she got pregnant by her not official boyfriend. In fact, there weren't even dating. They just thought that would give it a try. She has this spunky attitude, that runs the movie, but in the end, **** [not going to ruin it.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the other movie, the one that just ruined all movies for me, did not make any sense what-so-ever. I didn't get the plot or anything. It was just about this psycho path girl (Probably not really a pyscho path, but by the things she does in this movie, it really seems like she is.) that goes on a journey to have a baby. She thinks she is "destined" to get one. She is like 13! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.henrysheehan.com/reviews/pqr/palindromes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.henrysheehan.com/reviews/pqr/palindromes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basiclly she just bangs a bunch of guys [Young and old.] and then waits to see what happens. Not to mention she meets a lot of companions a long the way. What a skank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;After I had seen this, I seriously thought this was the worst movie that I had ever seen. It had no point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, in other things, January is almost over, and here comes February. I'm telling you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.henrysheehan.com/reviews/pqr/palindromes.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-4025877165822484772?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/4025877165822484772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=4025877165822484772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/4025877165822484772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/4025877165822484772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2008/01/apologize.html' title='Apologize'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-7087513285307313990</id><published>2008-01-11T23:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T02:02:38.197-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Day</title><content type='html'>Today was kinda full. I did a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up fairly early; had to bake a lot of cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw "Stardust."  William brought it over and we watched it.  He knew the words..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-7087513285307313990?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/7087513285307313990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=7087513285307313990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/7087513285307313990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/7087513285307313990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2008/01/movie-day.html' title='Movie Day'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-238654121640553230</id><published>2008-01-07T22:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:29:49.668-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fast Week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mondays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kittens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deaths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tragedies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='January'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>O_M_G!</title><content type='html'>It's already the first week in the new year. It feels so weird to say "2008" I think liked 2007. I already miss it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was terribly sad tonight; my last kitten was killed. The twin of the other one that was killed in November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weird thing about it was, that before we pulled into the driveway, I had this strange feeling that I was gonna see my cat dead, and guess what.. it happened. [&lt;em&gt;How in the world did that happen?&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the strangest thing. Not even a minute later, I heard a gasp and there he was.. on the pavement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played detective for a short while after I got over the sight--it wasn't a bad sight I must say. No blood: the cat's eyes were open though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange, no blood. Which means, it probably didn't have time to seep out yet, which means.. it was a fresh kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if it happened at the exact same time as I was getting that feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychic maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naah, it's nearly impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must mention though. I had a dream last night that one of my cats had a terrible accident, and their rib cage was ripped open, but.. they lived. It wasn't the kitten though. STRANGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well. It breaks my heart. I don't have anymore kittens. Just this old cat that I have had before I even lived in this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is turning 3 in April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152955664904160290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2Ars1VaeEA/R4L54C3zBCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/qt3kXdEjvDU/s200/loiuk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This was taken a long time ago, possibly.. 2 years. He is not that cute anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-238654121640553230?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/238654121640553230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=238654121640553230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/238654121640553230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/238654121640553230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2008/01/omg.html' title='O_M_G!'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2Ars1VaeEA/R4L54C3zBCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/qt3kXdEjvDU/s72-c/loiuk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-6262762376417748406</id><published>2008-01-01T23:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T23:44:20.670-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='January'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>On the Rocks.</title><content type='html'>That was a fun night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't made a post in here since last year! (I know that was a lame joke.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't want to miss out on the first post of the year. I don't know what kind of feeling I am getting from 2008. It feels normal. I remember I thought that 2007 felt 'uncomfortable.' Then I got used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gaa--I can already see February. In a week from today it will already be the 8th. OMG THIS YEAR IS OVER ALREADY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 364 more days until we do this all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-6262762376417748406?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/6262762376417748406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=6262762376417748406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/6262762376417748406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/6262762376417748406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2008/01/on-rocks.html' title='On the Rocks.'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-7716552761144115008</id><published>2007-12-31T18:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T18:41:36.887-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Last one.</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least New Years Eve.  It's only 7 here.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to put in a last post for this year.  My little blog has done well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in 2008!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-7716552761144115008?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/7716552761144115008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=7716552761144115008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/7716552761144115008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/7716552761144115008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/12/last-one.html' title='Last one.'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-6530414349943935945</id><published>2007-12-30T15:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T16:18:46.150-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Workouts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Muscles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Aah, I did something healthy for once, and look what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up extremely sore this morning but.. it was for a good cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WENT RUNNING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, it's very hard to believe. It was supposed to be a joint effort, but my partner skipped out on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned so much.. I don't think I have ever cleaned so hard in my life. The sad part about all this cleaning is that it will probably not stay like this, considering my hectic life during the weekdays of school. Truely saddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaves me no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to clean it for now, and wait and see how long it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 2 day period I last made a post, I watched 4 MORE movies, but not all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00002E237.01.LZZZZZZZ.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember it was required to read this book for a grade in elementary school. Then we watched the movie afterwards, and I really liked it. It is about this group of kids, who make up a sort of family together, but are also a part of a gang called the "Greasers." This movie has some actors in it that later became famous like, Ralph Macchio, Tom Cruise, and Patrick Swayze.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/Forrest-Gump-Poster-C12184347.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think pretty much everyone knows about this movie. I wasn't going to watch it at first, but then.. I decided to. "&lt;em&gt;This is my Jean-nay&lt;/em&gt;" I love that part. Was it me, or did that movie seem like it was extremely long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/149/2933~Beetlejuice-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie was great when I saw it as a little kid, and now. It's funny: I thought it was scary back then. To all those who don't know about this, it is about this couple that owns this huge house, and then later they are killed, and then this other family buys it. The thing is, the couple ends up haunting that house... I really like this movie, and I never realized it was by Tim Burton. I should have guessed considering he always has weirdo creepy themes to all his movies. Alec Baldwin was in this? Who would have known?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://paisley.presys.com/graphics/secretwindow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And today, I watched this one.  I have seen it before too.  It's so...  I don't know.  Makes you wonder how some things are possible.  This one is about this guy (Johnny Depp) who is a writer, and then one day this weirdo hick shows up and says that he stole one of his storys and published it.  Then the hick threatens him and stuff.. blah blah blah go watch it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-6530414349943935945?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/6530414349943935945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=6530414349943935945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/6530414349943935945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/6530414349943935945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/12/muscles.html' title='Muscles'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-5091311442361023829</id><published>2007-12-28T22:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T23:24:50.226-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Wazzup</title><content type='html'>Turtle racing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel's favorite show. DUMB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I miss? Oh Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good on this end. I had lots of fun with the family :) TOO much food, but that was all good. Everyone loved their presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was great. I really enjoyed staying home. Too bad this break is almost over. Not just this break, but the year as well. It's truely saddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did something I haven't done in years. I watched a movie. In fact, I watched 4 movies. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.availableimages.com/images/previews/Sleepy%20Hollow%20(1999).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ooo, Sleepy Hollow. It was so predictable. Even though I have never seen this before. The whole "chopping of the heads" thing was too fake. The story is a classic though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.alsafa.net/vbb/pic/213213333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, this movie was ok. It just came on, I wasn't interested at first but then it got better. About some assassin guy that hunts humans, and then runs from the FBI, predictable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.dailyinfo.co.uk/images/cinema/red-dragon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have seen this one before. It is so twisted. The worst thing about this movie was that annoying lisp Detective Grahm had in this movie. Little weird, and psychotic, but it was ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/153/501829~Elf-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very cute movie. A little late for Christmas though, but it was good.  About this elf, well human, that was raised by elves, and he thinks he's an elf, and then he goes to New York city.  Classic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-5091311442361023829?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/5091311442361023829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=5091311442361023829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/5091311442361023829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/5091311442361023829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/12/wazzup.html' title='Wazzup'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-1991173992860858342</id><published>2007-12-25T08:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T08:42:32.488-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>[Excellent!]</title><content type='html'>Twas the night before Christmas, and all through th--oh wait.. Christmas is here. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, I said it. Christmas is here. So you know what that means. Only 6 more days left in this year. I really sad you know. I can't believe it went by so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks because I was up late last night doing some cleaning before today. I would say at least until 2:30 a.m. I didn't hear Santa. Maybe he was running late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family was so good to me this year. Seriously, you should see the loot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so cold today. BUT-no snow. I regret living here sometimes. It is always hot year-around, and...andd umm.. That's it. I love everything else :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put the title that because about a month ago, I watched a classic movie called "Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fularious. &lt;--- IS this a word? &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.currentfilm.com/images5/billandteddvdcover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Man, I love Christmas.  I love the unity around the world.  Makes me smile :)  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-1991173992860858342?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/1991173992860858342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=1991173992860858342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/1991173992860858342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/1991173992860858342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/12/excellent.html' title='[Excellent!]'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-2732566070944655869</id><published>2007-12-22T21:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:29:49.871-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gymnastics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Late Nights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lazy Me'/><title type='text'>Long Time.</title><content type='html'>Oh Where has the time gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted in so long, I figured I would do so today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my Christmas shopping today--Good job Leah, 3 days before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this past two weeks, I can't really recall what all happened except, wait.. Oh nope, I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's see...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gymnastics Tuesday. &lt;/em&gt;Wait, that's every Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holiday Break. &lt;/em&gt;Oh that means no school. Score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exam Week. &lt;/em&gt;Boring as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spanish Party. &lt;/em&gt;Club party at the "Jimador." It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything. I took some pictures around the tree tonight. I was feeling a little artistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a little different I guess.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2Ars1VaeEA/R23VTC3zBAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/o5j9BaEKV6k/s1600-h/Christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147004472319476738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2Ars1VaeEA/R23VTC3zBAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/o5j9BaEKV6k/s200/Christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There is a big candy cane in the way. Dia says it looks like I chopped my head off, and took a picture under the tree of it. Does anybody really know what Christmas is really about? This year is almost out, and I doubt that anybody realized how fast it went. I can't believe it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Jaime-lynn girl got knocked up. SAD. I read this news article about Nickolodeon trying to promote a show about abstinance and safe sex. Considering she was one of their biggest stars, and she ruined her career. You know, She's gonna keep the baby. I hope she is nothing like her sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;What is Christmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is an annual holiday that celebrates the birth of Jesus. The date of the celebration is traditional, and is not considered to be his actual date of birth. Christmas festivities often combine the commemoration of Jesus' birth with various secular customs, many of which have been influenced by earlier winter festivals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In most places around the world, Christmas Day is celebrated on December 25. Christmas Eve is the preceding day, December 24.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-2732566070944655869?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/2732566070944655869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=2732566070944655869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/2732566070944655869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/2732566070944655869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/12/long-time.html' title='Long Time.'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2Ars1VaeEA/R23VTC3zBAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/o5j9BaEKV6k/s72-c/Christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-1877637975913404234</id><published>2007-12-11T22:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T22:26:31.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver Caps</title><content type='html'>Wow, my last post was... 4 days ago? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to All American tonight, and I was feeling LAY ZEE.  I wasn't the only one either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the dentist yesterday, expecting to FINALLY get that root canal.  You know what they did?  They took of my silver cap I got last time, and then they looked at the tooth, and put the cap back!  It was such a waste of time.  I guess I should be happy because my jaw would have been swollen, and I had to sing at a talent show audition today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some big thing that is going to be a year from last Monday--the 10th.  If I am chosen, I am going to be going to Dallas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, even though I live in Texas, I have never been to Dallas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-1877637975913404234?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/1877637975913404234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=1877637975913404234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/1877637975913404234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/1877637975913404234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/12/silver-caps.html' title='Silver Caps'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-7393940671260653970</id><published>2007-12-07T15:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T15:24:05.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Are Your Thoughts?</title><content type='html'>Issue 2: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Foreign Exchange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Foreign Exchange is a great way to learn about other cultures..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leah's Views:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:  Would you ever like to be an exchange student?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:  I think that would be one of the most fascinating things I would do.  Travel has always interest to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-7393940671260653970?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/7393940671260653970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=7393940671260653970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/7393940671260653970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/7393940671260653970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-are-your-thoughts_07.html' title='What Are Your Thoughts?'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-3386470883829315097</id><published>2007-12-03T20:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T20:31:03.161-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What are your thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>What Are Your Thoughs?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Issue 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L.O.V.E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;EXTENDED VERSION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pastel's Views:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: Do you believe in love at first sight? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;NO. That isn't called love; love is a feeling that you can achive. First sight is only hormones, sex and like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Q: How do you achieve love? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Through talk, spending time together, and having fun. When both feel something buzz in the air and they can talk just about anything; there are no secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: How do you know it's love for sure?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;You can't just know for sure. You can only hope it is and will never run away. People have to protect love, because it can be easily broken.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-3386470883829315097?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/3386470883829315097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=3386470883829315097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/3386470883829315097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/3386470883829315097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-are-your-thoughs.html' title='What Are Your Thoughs?'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-7669371446497527502</id><published>2007-12-01T15:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T20:28:16.500-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What are your thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia-Mania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leah'/><title type='text'>What Are Your Thoughts?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I don't &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Issue 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Issue 1&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L.O.V.E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leah's Views:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I was listening to this really sad romantic music and then I thought about what I was told the other day about 'love at first sight.' Many people don't believe in it you know and some do."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: Do &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; believe in love at first sight?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Well I think that is a hard question. There are so many different kinds of love, but only one true love. For me, I think that you can be attracted to someone at first, but then fall in love later; it is not a planned thing it happens unexpected and you feel like your life has been taken over, and you don't know what move to make next. It's hard to think about other things, and that's how you know you are supposed to spend the rest of your life with that person. 'First sight' kinda doesnt' exist. Maybe not for true love, but maybe for lust. When you are in love with someone, it is like a big picture; you can't see anything else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dia's Views:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: Do &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; believe in Love at First Sight?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;"I believe in love at first sight. I believe love is the closest thing we have to magic, so we should cherish it forever. I believe there is nothing better than love; waking up and having a 'reason' to live. To feel full, together, one. To feel happy with yourself and the world around you. To want to share your joy that your special someone makes u feel. I don't know, I just think it's awesome. There is nothing like it. Being with them. I don't know. Love is just something you can't live without. It's necessary. You're just not full. You need it; it's essential. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-7669371446497527502?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/7669371446497527502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=7669371446497527502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/7669371446497527502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/7669371446497527502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-are-your-thoughts.html' title='What Are Your Thoughts?'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-1682982292035173426</id><published>2007-11-30T23:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T23:40:46.638-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cavities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Languages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foreigners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dentist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hungarian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fridays'/><title type='text'>The Great Diente Mystery</title><content type='html'>I finally got rid of my earaches!  I hope at least.  The tooth has been taken care of, and I now have a silver tooth D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the past, I don't know how long, I have been trying to figure out where my Dentist's origins are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has one of the thickest accents ever [Well not so bad I guess, but you can tell he's foreign] and I have been puzzled trying to figure out from where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else wouldn't care less about the matter, but knowing me, the matter is a thorn in my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean really. Who cares where their dentist is from?--Someone who is planning to major in Foreign languages and Linguistics, that's who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I have been putting 2 and 2 together, and this is what I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is light skin.&lt;br /&gt;Brown hair.&lt;br /&gt;THICK ACCENT.&lt;br /&gt;FORIEGN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so these aren't the best, but they have something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His dental assistant has the accent too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More Facts!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has an extremely hairy chest.. Gross, and that makes me think of Italy. How do I know about the chest? This guy is right in my face when he is digging for gold in my gum line all the time. How could you NOT see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously thought he was from Greece for the longest time. [Not because of the hair of course.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought maybe he was from a Spanish speaking country. Remember that Juan Franco thing? Well, this could have been the same case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His last name is Scherer, so that was cancelled out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of last name is &lt;em&gt;Scherer&lt;/em&gt;? Who knows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard him talking on the phone again, and don't get me wrong, I am not an eavesdropper, I just heard him from my chair, and he talked in a way I definately couldn't understand. I figured it was a European language for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kinda reminded me about Pastel, and when he talks in Hungarian. Was he Hungarian? Do Hungarians have hairy chests? Lol Hope not ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not Hungary. It is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until today where I got my biggest lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I once worked with a Sri Lankan, and a Filippino."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh really?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, that was when I was living in Qatar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this was the converstion between a dentist assistant, and my dentist. It was so weird because they were digging in my mouth talking about their past jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the dental assistant who said this.. and then she said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I also worked with a lady from Romania," and then he got really intrested. "Really?" He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah! But she was so quiet. I thought to myself, &lt;em&gt;'she is nothing like the guy I know from back home!'&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he is from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Romania.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Case &lt;em&gt;Closed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I want to go get me a cup of coffee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-1682982292035173426?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/1682982292035173426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=1682982292035173426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/1682982292035173426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/1682982292035173426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/11/mystery-of-diente.html' title='The Great Diente Mystery'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-3172242009947567048</id><published>2007-11-25T22:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:29:50.368-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Was Today?</title><content type='html'>Man, I just cannot put my finger on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It might have something to do with all the 'well wishes' and 'happiness'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, there was a party for me.. Don't know what that was about. They had a bunch of stuff there, and--gifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had some sushi today. It was my special day; I got the special treatment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137006351623308658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M2Ars1VaeEA/R0pQD01uxXI/AAAAAAAAAGM/_WcJzGctL3g/s200/Sushi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was my actual plate. I think some people were looking at me weird because I was taking pictures of my food. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I ran into an old friend that I haven't seen or talked to in over a year. It was so good to see her. We are going to catch up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I took this picture today. Reminds me of a Sportings Magazine for some reason.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137009353805448578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2Ars1VaeEA/R0pSyk1uxYI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Xc0ecK3uQ-o/s200/11_25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-3172242009947567048?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/3172242009947567048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=3172242009947567048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/3172242009947567048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/3172242009947567048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-was-today.html' title='What Was Today?'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M2Ars1VaeEA/R0pQD01uxXI/AAAAAAAAAGM/_WcJzGctL3g/s72-c/Sushi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-5967704808377573581</id><published>2007-11-24T23:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:29:50.588-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MSN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lazy Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Winding Down</title><content type='html'>The past few days, I haven't been doing pretty much of anything. It's kind of sad how much time I have wasted during the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I sat down to do some catching up with my reading, and then I ended up staring at the walls in deep thought for a good 30 minutes."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's terrible!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to admit, I have been doing this all week. Is it a sign?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, well, I never got around to doing anything, and I still haven't put up those Thanksgiving photos--&lt;em&gt;Dang&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this is bad for real. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know how the day after Thanksgiving is supposed to be Black Friday, the busiest shopping day of the year? You know the one getting ready for Christmas? I didn't even go out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knowing me and my addiction to new things, that was just obsurd! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so surprising to me to be that lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did end up staying on MSN for so long all of these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder why.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COUGH*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather was on drugs today, like many other things in my life. It was on and off, thundering and lightening. Then it would stop.. a minute later, it would start to sprinkle, and then Rain hard again! It was bipolar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136650870065120610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M2Ars1VaeEA/R0kMwE1uxWI/AAAAAAAAAGE/gDZpXCuZ3fQ/s200/RAIN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-5967704808377573581?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/5967704808377573581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=5967704808377573581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/5967704808377573581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/5967704808377573581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/11/winding-down.html' title='Winding Down'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M2Ars1VaeEA/R0kMwE1uxWI/AAAAAAAAAGE/gDZpXCuZ3fQ/s72-c/RAIN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-1152448362743635306</id><published>2007-11-22T23:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T00:35:28.125-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuffed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black Friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Run Little Turkey!</title><content type='html'>And there was nothing left but the feathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIA- &lt;em&gt;"Let's all have a moment of silence for all the turkeys around the world."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was a day of thanks, and I sure was feeling it in my belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Thanksgiving exactly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Thanksgiving, or Thanksgiving Day, is a traditional North American holiday to give thanks for the things that one has at the conclusion of the harvest season. Thanksgiving is celebrated on the fourth Thursday of November in the United States and on the second Monday of October in Canada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Thanksgiving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earliest Thanksgiving events in the British Colonies were held at what is present day Berkeley Plantation in Virginia in 1619 and at Plymouth in present day Massachusetts in 1621.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a id="A_long_weekend" name="A_long_weekend"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A long weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;In the United States, Thanksgiving Day, always a Thursday, is part of four- or five-day long weekend which usually marks a pause in school and college calendars. Many workers (78% in 2007) are given both Thanksgiving and the day after as paid holidays, and others with leave benefits are allowed to take a vacation day.  The day after Thanksgiving is promoted as the unofficial holiday of Black Friday: the beginning of the traditional Christmas shopping season. Many retailers open very early (for example, 5 A.M. or earlier) and offer "doorbuster" deals and loss leaders to draw people to their stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Travel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wednesday before Thanksgiving Day, and the following Sunday, last day of the long weekend, are typically two of the heaviest annual travel days for passengers airlines, intercity rail and bus services, and highway travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a id="Traditional_celebration" name="Traditional_celebration"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Traditional celebration&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanksgiving meals are traditionally family events where certain kinds of food are served. As is evidenced by the tremendous level of travel, significant effort is made by family members to gather for the Thanksgiving celebration. Family participation is notably inclusive ranging from the very youngest to the most senior. First and foremost, turkey is the featured item in most Thanksgiving feasts (so much so that Thanksgiving is sometimes facetiously referred to as "Turkey Day"). Stuffing, mashed potatoes with gravy, sweet potatoes, cranberry sauce, corn, turnips, rolls, pecan pie, and pumpkin pie are commonly associated with Thanksgiving dinner, although it was quite probable that many of these culinary items did not feature in the first Thanksgiving in 1621. Often guests bring food items or help with cooking in the kitchen as part of a communal meal."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, So I am not that smart.  I so stole that from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thanksgiving"&gt;Wikipedia.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-1152448362743635306?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/1152448362743635306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=1152448362743635306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/1152448362743635306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/1152448362743635306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/11/run-little-turkey.html' title='Run Little Turkey!'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-2650618097721612487</id><published>2007-11-21T19:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T16:17:10.210-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>The Day Before</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to sink my teeth into some of those goodies in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this preparing is making me tired.  Who though of all this anyway?  OH yeah; the Pilgrims and the Indians.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-2650618097721612487?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/2650618097721612487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=2650618097721612487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/2650618097721612487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/2650618097721612487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-before.html' title='The Day Before'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-8727711307187676551</id><published>2007-11-19T18:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T18:44:43.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are So Beautiful</title><content type='html'>I love this song, even though I don't understand a single word in it. It is so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna love this week. Only two early mornings, and then I get to sleep in for the rest of the week! I think I might have to attend All American on Friday, because tomorrow is a special night. Thanksgiving is this week. I don't think I will have a bunch of family here like we did last year. I don't know, I might go visit some family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is almost here!  Then the New Year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was so relaxed, although I fear for next week.  After the Thanksgiving holidays, getting closer to Christmas is when all the curriculum gets SUPER hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-8727711307187676551?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/8727711307187676551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=8727711307187676551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/8727711307187676551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/8727711307187676551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-are-so-beautiful.html' title='You Are So Beautiful'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-8303439910704806490</id><published>2007-11-17T22:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T22:38:02.816-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gymnastics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia-Mania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parties'/><title type='text'>Una Cara De Pastel</title><content type='html'>Saturday: What did I get done today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New table set up, and I took down the old one. Is that interesting? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned so much. I was surprised my arms didn't fall off. Is that interesting? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at the Taqueria. My Eyes were watering from the hot sabores. Is that Interesting? NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Andrea's party. Now that's something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a theme; Red carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched that movie "The Ring"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.steppinoutmaine.com/archives/2002/oct_23/pix/ColorRing%20Poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have seen this before, but for some reason, I didn't remember hardly any of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;What does it feel like to have icing up your nose? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got the perfect chance to find out. Lowrie decided she wanted to shove a piece of cake in my face, completely covering all my breathing holes. It was terrible. But oh, I got her. I got her good. She couldn't see anything for a good 5 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dia got away from me, but I was gonna get her too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had this terrible knick in my back today. I tried and tried to get it out, but no luck. I ended up getting someone at the party to help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Lay down with your arms at your side." She said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Breathe in, and out."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;CRACK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, I think you missed a spot."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Breath in, and out."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;CRACK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh that feel nice."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Shelby for your amazing popping skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All American was last Tuesday. Great Nice. I truely moved up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-8303439910704806490?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/8303439910704806490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=8303439910704806490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/8303439910704806490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/8303439910704806490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/11/una-cara-de-pastel.html' title='Una Cara De Pastel'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-7139875379393835799</id><published>2007-11-12T18:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T18:20:16.792-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fruit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Runny Nose'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I feel so much better. [Despite the cold, but that is beside the point..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Zack today, and he was doing a lot better. I was so worried about him though. Turns out that he did have a messed up rib, and the worse part was that he had a blood clot in his left arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange though. It still doesn't seem to relate at all to his symptoms. He told me that the doctors still don't know what is wrong with his ribs, but they took an x-ray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so relieved though. I was so happy to see him. He was still walking with his left arm in a 90 degree right angle (I seriously don't know how to explain this in any other way..), but he was doing better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me on the other hand had a terrible day. Hmm, maybe not so much as terrible as annoying. I was so annoyed at my nose; it was running non-stop. Where was it going? [Lol P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People were coming up to me and asking me all day, "What happened to you?" "Are you sick?" "Are you out of it?" "What's wrong with you?" It was so frustrating. I didn't even dress up today. Well I did on some levels, but I didn't do my hair at all. It was just a puff-ball, and people noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lars - "Leah what happened to your hair..?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah - "Don't ask."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lars - "It looks weird today.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor - "Well she has an excuse, she is sick!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I went through a whole box of tissues in one day. Not those cube boxes either, but those big rectangle ones. I had it bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get sores, which I am really happy about that, and it surprised me. I think it's the Puffs Plus. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drank so much orange juice today: I feel like an orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this exotic fruit Saturday: Starfruit? I don't think that is a popular one down here. I have been searching for this fruit for 6 years, because I tasted it once in a sample, and I could NEVER find it after that. Until Saturday. Now if I just knew how to peel it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.gsis.ca/StarfruitWeb.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-7139875379393835799?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/7139875379393835799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=7139875379393835799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/7139875379393835799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/7139875379393835799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/11/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-3690256554250910515</id><published>2007-11-11T22:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T22:31:18.427-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sundays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Runny Nose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Oh no</title><content type='html'>Ok, So I caught some sort of cold yesterday, completely at random. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what happens when you shop til you drop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think that it had something to do with me being allergic to dust, and my fan is so dirty... Maybe, possibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like my nose is a water faucet that can never be turned off; it feels as if it is bottomless.  I am so tired of blowing my nose.  Thank bejeebus that I have Puffs Plus handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I hate the most about common cold.  You get those terrible scabs around your nose where you blow and blow constantly.  It ultimately sucks.  I can't stand that, and my eyes have been watering all day.  It almost looks like I am on crack, my eyes, are so red. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back of my throat feels all itchy, and it seems impossible to scratch--or soothe.  Waah, why does it have to be this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Pastel today.  That boy is so "naughty,"  if that is even a just word for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I at random dug out this old backstreet boys cd I had in my closet and played it on my computer. Turns out that it had a pc game on it, and a bunch of "FAN-INFO" included.  You could become the ultimate backstreet girl!  Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I went through half a box of tissues in one day.  Stupid cold.  I hope it goes away soon.  It randomly attacked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need some sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-3690256554250910515?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/3690256554250910515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=3690256554250910515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/3690256554250910515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/3690256554250910515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-no.html' title='Oh no'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-5295883813307775872</id><published>2007-11-10T08:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T09:01:57.541-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worried'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Game Nights'/><title type='text'>Emergency</title><content type='html'>Last night I was so worried and nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends was sent to the hospital from the game we were at, and nobody knew what was causing his sudden pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could have been serious, it could have not been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were sitting in the stands, and then he asked me, "Leah, what happens when you are having a heart attack?" I said back, "Well, your left side starts to get numb, and you feel some pressure to your chest.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, his heart started beating a million miles an hour. I wasn't too concerned because he was talking alright, and I figured that he wasn't in too bad of shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He began to hold his left side in pain, but it still wasn't too severe; it was bad, but he still could talk. I think he might have been trying to bare it considering where he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it worsened.. he could not sit up straight. "Zack, was it something you ate? Did you drink something? Are you on some kind of medication?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier he had let me feel that spot that was giving him the trouble. "Leah there is a lump.. I think it's getting bigger..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey you just let me know if it gets &lt;strong&gt;too&lt;/strong&gt; bad ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got to the point where he could not sit up. He was in agony.  His breathing began to get restricted, and his veins began to protrude.  &lt;em&gt;"Everytime I breath it hurts."&lt;/em&gt; He was holding on the a full bottle of water, and then he busted the top off of it.  [He was using it as a pressure ball, but he was in so much pain, the top busted.]  I felt so guilty because I had left for a second before all this deep pain started hurting. I came back, and they were taking him down the steps to authorites. They quickly ran and got an ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to think of the possible reasons why this could have happened, and some other people told me: 'He could have had a gal stone'; 'He could have a kidney stone'; 'He could have a tumor;' 'He could have a cracked rib.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all of those, I figure that the rib is the best explaination. He was in pain right in his rib area, and then the lump was the shape of a small &lt;em&gt;HARD &lt;/em&gt;edge of something. It wasn't in circle form, but it was most likely a rib out of place, or cracked, or twisted. I didn't know for sure, but I was praying to God that it wasn't a tumor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word began to spread. People started asking. "What happened to him?" "What's wrong?" "Where's he going?" "Why is he in pain?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knew that last one. I didn't know. The medic didn't know. They had rushed him to the emergency room, but there was no way of knowing until they got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kept him in the first ambulance to examine him, until the second one came to take him away. I saw him on a stretcher, and I began to get nervous. I was nervous already, but I didn't know if it was serious or not. Then I saw that, and I was completely out of the game. I didn't want anything bad to happen. &lt;em&gt;What if it was serious?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;What if he--dies?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, I didn't need to be on edge about this. I would feel so dumb if it wasn't something serious after all. There is just so many possibilities and assumptions that could have been made, but only ONE correct one. I still don't know that one, and won't until they give me a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you consider this a serious thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go back and get all of his things and take them home with me.  People called us to ask what had happened.  I was getting angry.  Rumors were going to be started over this, I could feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was worried the whole night, and I am a little right now. Not so much, because I know he will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night was the only time I have ever seen him cry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-5295883813307775872?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/5295883813307775872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=5295883813307775872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/5295883813307775872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/5295883813307775872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/11/emergency.html' title='Emergency'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-374404223903805707</id><published>2007-11-08T23:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T23:38:13.570-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fast Week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gymnastics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tooth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deaths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>Hmm.</title><content type='html'>Well, I think that November has been abandoned.  Well, I guess not as much as October..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the last game.  William is so sad.  Me too.  Who is going to be my dance partner??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't made a post just about all this week.  Hmm.. I went to Gymnastics Tuesday... and It was great.  I got lazy at the end.  I started doing step-outs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened this week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really.  My kitten was killed by pitbulls on Saturday.  Hmm.. went to church [accompanied by Rudy and Simon.]  School caught on fire tonight.. [talk more on this later.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept waking up at weirdo times, and I don't know why.  Also.. my tooth has been starting back up with it's pain. :(  I was doing so good without it too.  I have even had time to clean and watch tv!  I never do that.  I am always on the go, or it's too late to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-374404223903805707?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/374404223903805707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=374404223903805707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/374404223903805707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/374404223903805707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/11/hmm.html' title='Hmm.'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-3783394855328560807</id><published>2007-11-04T15:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T15:48:58.255-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sundays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hungarian'/><title type='text'>Pastel's Lesson.</title><content type='html'>"I only teach you animals and colors because I am terrible at everything else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dog = kutya&lt;br /&gt;rabit = nyúl / nyuszi&lt;br /&gt;cat = macska&lt;br /&gt;cow = tehén&lt;br /&gt;duck = kacsa&lt;br /&gt;spider = pók&lt;br /&gt;ant = hangya&lt;br /&gt;giraffe = zsíráf&lt;br /&gt;elephant = elefánt&lt;br /&gt;whale = bálna&lt;br /&gt;kitten = cica&lt;br /&gt;sheep = bárány&lt;br /&gt;snail = csiga&lt;br /&gt;bird = madár&lt;br /&gt;chicken = tyúk&lt;br /&gt;goose = lúd&lt;br /&gt;mouse = egér&lt;br /&gt;pig = malac&lt;br /&gt;rat = patkány&lt;br /&gt;mosquito = szúnyog&lt;br /&gt;fly = légy&lt;br /&gt;butterfly = pillangó&lt;br /&gt;bull = bika&lt;br /&gt;horse = ló&lt;br /&gt;donkey = szamár&lt;br /&gt;monkey = majom&lt;br /&gt;dolphin = delfin&lt;br /&gt;llama = láma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-3783394855328560807?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/3783394855328560807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=3783394855328560807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/3783394855328560807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/3783394855328560807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/11/pastels-lesson.html' title='Pastel&apos;s Lesson.'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-6069746657687558185</id><published>2007-11-03T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:29:51.015-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My kitten was killed today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all I have to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128819254360350914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2Ars1VaeEA/Ry058C1VIMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5fhUfihDhEI/s200/SANY0443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-6069746657687558185?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/6069746657687558185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=6069746657687558185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/6069746657687558185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/6069746657687558185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/11/sad-day.html' title='Sad Day'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2Ars1VaeEA/Ry058C1VIMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5fhUfihDhEI/s72-c/SANY0443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-1863449347617530355</id><published>2007-11-01T03:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T03:54:21.807-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fast Week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>Oops,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is actually November 1st, but I am posting for last night because that was Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this terrible feeling that I am way to old to go Trick or Treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have this weird feeling that those 30 year old people that I saw out last night WITHOUT kids are too old to go too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get some candy from generous people all during the day.  Some weren't so generous, which is why I am wondering if they put some poison in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday is here already!  These weeks are just getting faster and faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather got hot again.  BOO.  I don't know why, but it was freezing cold this morning, then it got really hot this afternoon.  Once again, I was stuck wearing a jacket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-1863449347617530355?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/1863449347617530355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=1863449347617530355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/1863449347617530355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/1863449347617530355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-8153290296340282516</id><published>2007-10-28T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:29:51.167-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thriller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sundays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='November'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William'/><title type='text'>Boo.</title><content type='html'>Hah, it's Sunday again, and these weeks are passing by faster than I can look at the calender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh what do you know, October is almost gone. Who would have guessed November was just around the corner? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just 61 more days until this year is over. I can't believe it. So fast, yet so soon. Welcome 2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOW, that is too hard to think about. I think I just want to stick with October.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halloween is this week. I think I am going to dress up as myself. Seriously, I don't have a costume, and I think I have la escuela that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zach came to church with us today. It was fun as usual. That silly man.  I took this picture this morning:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126619316276764850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2Ars1VaeEA/RyVpGy1VILI/AAAAAAAAAF0/OwI1sDx2Grk/s200/SANY0639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I don't remember if I made a post yesterday, and I know I could have just checked my blog, but sometimes, I think even I am too lazy to do that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to THRILL THE WORLD in Spring, and it was fun, yet, a little dissapointing.  We learned the full dance, yet, when we arrived at the designation, it was deserted.  But we made the best of it by finding a nearby park to dance at.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is late, I should be asleep, but I figured if I didn't post about it now, then I would forget it later.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and I almost forgot.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That mean ol' Pastel is such a jerk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He takes up all my day.  He is so rude.  Again, that chico occupied my whole Sunday evening.  Like most every Sunday evening, and we talked until 7 something.  The nerve of some people! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-8153290296340282516?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/8153290296340282516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=8153290296340282516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/8153290296340282516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/8153290296340282516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/10/boo.html' title='Boo.'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2Ars1VaeEA/RyVpGy1VILI/AAAAAAAAAF0/OwI1sDx2Grk/s72-c/SANY0639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-9098278718295312348</id><published>2007-10-26T23:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T00:10:43.641-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Long Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fridays'/><title type='text'>Air-Guitar</title><content type='html'>OK, so it is one minute until Midnight, and I decided to squeeze a post in since I never do this on Fridays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cold weather is the highlight of my year.  I didn't even sweat at the game tonight--it was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my best friends and I are learning the "Thriller" dance.  I think I said something about that before.  Well, there is a song that goes with the choreography, (teaches you the dance, but instead it says funny words in place of the dance moves)  and I have been singing it all day.  Along with dancing :D  One of the phrases is "Aiiiir-Guitar to the right, tick tock tick tock, rock-on, rock-on, rock-on, rock-on, rock-on, grab pull in punch punch punch down."  I know it is very strange and random, but that is how it goes.  There are other parts too, but this is the one that was stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Friendswood tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No seriously it is a place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I will probably get home late, that is, if our plans cancel.  I am not expecting them to, but there is a slight chance they might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess it's off to 'Splash-Town.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-9098278718295312348?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/9098278718295312348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=9098278718295312348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/9098278718295312348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/9098278718295312348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/10/air-guitar.html' title='Air-Guitar'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-8641716378446076560</id><published>2007-10-25T03:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T03:29:36.132-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gymnastics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dentist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tooth'/><title type='text'>Romper</title><content type='html'>Ha, this has been an easy week, and I am glad. I went to sleep so early last night, I don't even remember what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what has happened since that last post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had All American on Tuesday as usual.. hmm.. did the thriller dance.. tooth broke out.. lemon-berry slush.. wait--WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I have really bad teeth, as we all know this. And so, as I was eating a cheese nip, I felt something jam in my mouth. It started to wiggle, and I just figured it was a piece of cracker. No it was the side of my tooth that cracked off. At first I was scared because I didn't know if it would hurt later, or start hurting then. I didn't know if the rest of that tooth would fall out. Strange thing it is, to have your teeth just chip off. It wasn't a little piece either. It was a side of my tooth. I held it in my hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me want to cry. I don't have time for the dentist anymore, and his office is closed on the weekends. What is a girl to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten over my sick spell I had last week; all I have now is a little cough. Just a little one, and my nose was running some today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is finally cold outside. There might be a chance of snow this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, and Pastel, I finally got your letter yesterday.  It was funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-8641716378446076560?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/8641716378446076560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=8641716378446076560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/8641716378446076560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/8641716378446076560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/10/romper.html' title='Romper'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-2264375321193723683</id><published>2007-10-21T00:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T00:21:26.729-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun fun fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parties'/><title type='text'>Corazon</title><content type='html'>Wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can say is wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a crazy night.  I just walked in, and it is 12 am as I speak.  I just got home from that crazy Halloween Party.  I danced so hard, I feel like I just got in from the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the thriller dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was WILD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going to be sore tomorrow.  I dropped it like it was HAWT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got a little productive.  I cleaned, and I got a hippo, also I baked some brownies :D  Pastel was in this day of course, and then I bought some more things for my phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got ready for that party, and then I had the time of my life for 4 hours straight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW I am home, and sweaty, and I am about to jump in the tub.   I completely ruined my hair, but I guess that is ok considering I can just fix it later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned to go to the party dressed up as the Witch from the East on the Wizard of Oz, but then It turned into princess Diana, and then to just a Princess, so I just took it all of and got in some shorts and a t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In sad news, I found out that a man from my church passed away.  It is so sad.  I have known him since I was little.  He had a heartattack.  They couldn't revive him.  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-2264375321193723683?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/2264375321193723683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=2264375321193723683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/2264375321193723683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/2264375321193723683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/10/corazon.html' title='Corazon'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-8349328562271330457</id><published>2007-10-19T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T21:28:16.175-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gymnastics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fridays'/><title type='text'>Nunca Voy A Bailar Otra Vez</title><content type='html'>Tonight, the music seems so loud.. I wish I could loose this crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that is a catchy song.  I think I have already posted about it, but I am listening to it right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I went to Gymnastics tonight, and wow.  I tell you.  I did pretty good.  I had to go today instead of Tuesday because I was busy that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what frustrates me?  That new phone I just bought.  Now don't get me wrong, I love it, and I am glad I got it, but it sucks because I have to go out and buy 45 dollars worth of accessories for it just so it can work with all it's functions.  Yeah.  Stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the video camera to work, and the Mp3 player to work, I had to buy data cables and a "Sandisk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I bought it for a low price.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I have been sick for the past, week?  I don't know, maybe 6 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was a little better today, and I went to go buy some cough drops and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER EAT HALLS TROPICAL FRUIT DROPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are so gross, they taste like cough syurp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead eat the Halls Strawberry ones.  They are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned on the tv today, and there was nothing on.  I haven't watched tv in so, so long.  I think the screen has dust on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned a little today.  I was proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-8349328562271330457?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/8349328562271330457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=8349328562271330457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/8349328562271330457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/8349328562271330457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/10/nunca-voy-bailar-otra-vez.html' title='Nunca Voy A Bailar Otra Vez'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-1716742682431132072</id><published>2007-10-17T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T22:08:00.405-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Explode'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dissapointment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wednesdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Late Nights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Slide.</title><content type='html'>And so, it came in the mail today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it was sitting in my front yard when I got home, but that is beside the point.  I was so happy.  I think I might have even jumped a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This phone was shocking to me because I thought it was going to be something greater.  Don't get me wrong, it rocks my socks harder than sliced bread, but it was sad because it didn't come with all the things I needed for it to own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I had to make a trip to RadioShack, and decide on which appliance I needed the most--USB Cable, or Sandisk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandisk:  Give the phone extra memory storage for mp3s, video, photos, and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USB Cable:  Gives the phone a connection to the computer for file transfer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh Oh, which one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the Sandisk because I could not record videos without it.  I will just have to hook myself up the the cable later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a SAT day, and I was feeling like an eskimo.  It was so cold in my testing room.  I could have sworn I had turned into two ice cubes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach accompanied me to church tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My earaches have been on the move; today I got them along with sore throat, but I got some Halls cough drops which eased it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was killer.  We had UIL, and I had a very heavy head.  At least it felt like a thousand pounds because of all the pressure I had from my sickness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to bed late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-1716742682431132072?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/1716742682431132072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=1716742682431132072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/1716742682431132072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/1716742682431132072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/10/slide.html' title='Slide.'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-1018203815505041139</id><published>2007-10-14T22:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T22:33:21.418-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sundays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Fiesta!</title><content type='html'>My yesterday was full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this, I took too long to post this, so now I have to write two days in one post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today was a wonderful day because Pastel was in it.  [hehe]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that I had 4 pairs of legs?  You know what that means lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to church today, like I do every Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am sleepy, and I am trying to squeeze in a post before I go to bed.  Saturday was very very fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bunch of friends over:  First:  Dia came over at 7 in the morning so we could go to the Parade together, and then we left at about 8:10 or so.  Later, My sister and Zach came over after the Parade, along with Dia, and we stayed at my house for a while.  It was a very interesting day.  Just as Pastel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Zach and I went to another party, where we left early.  I was tired, and I wanted to go to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, I was jsut too stupid to keep any of the pictures I took.  I deleted them all.  I actually found my camera this past week.  I was so happy lol.  I lost it for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday I purchased my new phone.  They said it should be here in about 3-5 business days, which is about a week.  I am excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week shouldn't be as hectic as last week, and so on.  I think that it will be easier since I get one day off.  YES.  It is fair week, and the weather is changing.  I can't wait for some ice on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Maybe not snow since it NEVER snows down here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I am tired, and I still have plenty of things to do before I go to bed.  I will just have to try to remember to post tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-1018203815505041139?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/1018203815505041139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=1018203815505041139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/1018203815505041139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/1018203815505041139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/10/fiesta.html' title='Fiesta!'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-2665710034112302843</id><published>2007-10-10T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T23:05:34.419-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gymnastics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blood and Guts'/><title type='text'>Demons!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I was having an ok day today, until I woke up at 4:30 by accident, surprisingly not from pain, but just from my internal body clock going off saying, "Get up woman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Gymnastics last night, and I was so happy again!  I have been getting faster at my flips and stuff, cleaner.  Ever since that one day, I have had it downhill, but I am slowly regaining my abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing is that I think I got a little carried away;  I am so sore right now in my legs.  We were doing stretches today, and it felt like someone was slicing my legs open, and setting them on fire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, it was weird.. I think I must have pulled some muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have eaten about 3 Lemon-Berry slushes in the past 3 days;  so what?  That makes--one a day?  Oh wow, they are good, and they have REAL strawberries in them.  YUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are getting heavy, so you know it is time for me to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-2665710034112302843?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/2665710034112302843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=2665710034112302843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/2665710034112302843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/2665710034112302843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/10/demons.html' title='Demons!'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-3049006676490012182</id><published>2007-10-07T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T21:42:32.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mismo Dia</title><content type='html'>I liked today. I was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a contrast from yesterday. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be up late tonight though. I can feel it. It is ok. I am happy. I just ate these chicken thingys from Sonic. Mmm. Kinda crunchy though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I had a headache tonight. It was all over my head and temples; I think it was because it was so cold in that room I was in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church today. Sunday. Already. Time flys so fast. Wasn't I just saying that? Don't blink, it will be November before you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="'http://videa.hu/flvplayer.swf?v=" width="'320'" height="'273'" type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-3049006676490012182?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/3049006676490012182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=3049006676490012182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/3049006676490012182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/3049006676490012182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/10/mismo-dia.html' title='Mismo Dia'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-6084544214789454544</id><published>2007-10-06T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T21:11:35.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Day</title><content type='html'>Very frustrated.  I had a long day, and all I wanted to do when I got home was go out with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just in a bad mood right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am eating Honey Nut Cheerios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel 'Cheerio' right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-6084544214789454544?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/6084544214789454544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=6084544214789454544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/6084544214789454544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/6084544214789454544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/10/long-day.html' title='Long Day'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-8521980545055896113</id><published>2007-10-03T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T21:43:29.654-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Late'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wensdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exhausted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot Days'/><title type='text'>Opid</title><content type='html'>That is Dia and I's word we made up a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I was exhausted at the end of today.  It was so hot, and I had to stay at school until 6. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home for about 20 mins, and then I left for church, and I just got home about 30 mins ago.  I think Wednesdays are the worst days of the week for me, next to that are Tuesdays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never get anything done of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to church, and what do you know, Zach was there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just like.. "Hey what are you doing here?" haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I have this bruise on my leg, that was hurting today.  It also--well I am not going to say anything else, but let's just say it is nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had any tooth pain in the past 24 hours!  I guess that has something to do with those strong pain killers I took.  Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is almost over.  They always happen so fast now.  Last week went by in a snap, and this one is going to do that as well.&lt;br /&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Once Wednesday is here, the week is gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-8521980545055896113?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/8521980545055896113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=8521980545055896113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/8521980545055896113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/8521980545055896113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/10/opid.html' title='Opid'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-8515833894790896460</id><published>2007-10-02T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T22:12:31.221-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gymnastics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot Days'/><title type='text'>Lemon-Berries</title><content type='html'>I just got done finishing the best slush in the world:  Lemon-Berry Slush from Sonic.  El Mejor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gymnastics was fun tonight.  I am happy because I did really good.  I got faster on my coordination, and I got a little cleaner.  The bad thing about that is at the end, I guess I let it go to my head a little bit because I started to land crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not so tired right now, but later, I will be.  I am trying to get as much stuff done as I can right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I hate going to my hotmail, or englishbaby accounts because I have SO much mail.  I don't have time to check it all.  Just like the ones that need to be answered right away, or notifications.  *Cough* Pastel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I got up early today to do my hair, but I ended up getting in the bathroom to do it a little too late, and then I ran out of time, so I only did one half of it, so I just left it like that.  It looked funny because half of it was straight and then half of it was wavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait until Winter.  I love that time of the year.  When I got out of the car tonight, it seemed like it was a little cooler outside.   I am so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it snows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rarely snows down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it snowed like 2 times in the past 18 years.  Im serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hot in Texas :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-8515833894790896460?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/8515833894790896460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=8515833894790896460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/8515833894790896460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/8515833894790896460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/10/lemon-berries.html' title='Lemon-Berries'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-4684142127061309335</id><published>2007-09-30T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T22:04:51.327-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Languages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hungarian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Late Nights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fridays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fast Week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Explode'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ice Cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Crackers!</title><content type='html'>Yum, I ate some delicious crackers today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can crackers be delicious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am so sore from Friday night. It was after the football game, and some friends and I decided to be stupid and race up and down the aisles of the Room. I don't think I could remember the last time I ran that fast. I was on the tips of my toes as I sprinted up and back down the rows. I wasn't exhausted either. It wasn't a hard sprint, but later I started to feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel anything yesterday. Saturday. I think it was a nice day yesterday. I was at home, and I talked to Pastel for about 1987235060348572034 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oooh, this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so sore. I went to sleep on the floor by accident, and then I woke up in the middle of the night, and went to bed. When I got up this morning, my legs and abs, felt like they were bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH the agony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was difficult to laugh, and I love to do that, so you know how it must have felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Church today, of course, and I had a nice time. After, I went to 'Ryan's' with the family and a friend of the family. I ate some good food :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, all I wanted to do was lay down. I think I looked pregnant again, because my stomach was sticking out so far. I thought it was going to explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASTEL. Again. Today I learned my Hungarian numbers :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Edy&lt;br /&gt;2: Kettő&lt;br /&gt;3: Harom&lt;br /&gt;4: Negy&lt;br /&gt;5: Öt&lt;br /&gt;6: Hat&lt;br /&gt;7: Hét&lt;br /&gt;8: Nyolc&lt;br /&gt;9: Kilenc&lt;br /&gt;10. Tiz&lt;br /&gt;11. Tizenegy&lt;br /&gt;12.Tizenketto&lt;br /&gt;13. Tizenhárom&lt;br /&gt;14. Tizennégy&lt;br /&gt;15. Tizenöt&lt;br /&gt;16. Tizenhat&lt;br /&gt;17. Tizenhét&lt;br /&gt;18. Tizennyolc&lt;br /&gt;19. Tizenkilenc&lt;br /&gt;20. Húsz&lt;br /&gt;21. Huszonegy&lt;br /&gt;30. Harminc&lt;br /&gt;31. Harmincegy&lt;br /&gt;40. Negyven&lt;br /&gt;50. Ötven&lt;br /&gt;60. Hatvan&lt;br /&gt;70. Hetven&lt;br /&gt;80. Nyolcvan&lt;br /&gt;90. Kilencven&lt;br /&gt;100. Szaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just have to memorize them :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week went by so fast!  It is already Monday again.  Then it will be next Monday.  Then Christmas.  You just wait.  See?  It is already October!  Today is the last day of September. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I felt so go about myself.  I worked on my Spanish.  I hadn't done that in a long time, so I decided to work some, and it was worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-4684142127061309335?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/4684142127061309335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=4684142127061309335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/4684142127061309335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/4684142127061309335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/09/crackers.html' title='Crackers!'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-3563393692656128101</id><published>2007-09-29T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T13:18:45.564-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fairytale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leah'/><title type='text'>Under the Sea</title><content type='html'>I went to the beach yesterday and saw some seashells.  I wanted to pick one up, but then it turned out to be a giant clam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then the whole beach dissappeared, and I dove under the water and saw a school of fish.  They looked up at me and quickly swam away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swam deeper after them, and then I noticed that the water was getting darker and darker as I went.  I was beginning to get a little scared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was something down there, but I didn't know what it was; I turned around to go back up, but I realized that I couldn't remember the way.  It was so dark, I couldn't see where I was.&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, a bright green light appeared out of the darkness.  I was afraid because I had heard about those deep sea monsters.  What if it was the Loch Ness?  Or even a giant piranha?  I was in terrible danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to make a quick decision:  Either keep swimming down, or turn around and get farther lost.  I didn't want to die, or drown, so I had to make a choice fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spotted one fish, two fish, three!  I think it was the school I saw earlier!  I started to swim after them, as they began to take me higher and higher out of the deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly we reached the tip of the light.  I was elated!  I was so afraid, but now my body was only filled with joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I reached the top of the water, I took in a giant gulp of fresh air.  I made my way back to the beach to relax, and catch my breath.  I laid down on the warm sand, and right there beside me was a pearly white seashell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-3563393692656128101?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/3563393692656128101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=3563393692656128101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/3563393692656128101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/3563393692656128101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/09/under-sea.html' title='Under the Sea'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-7388318584233278433</id><published>2007-09-27T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T21:14:33.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAM!</title><content type='html'>Ha, So I just got done listening to that 1980's &lt;em&gt;'Go-Go'&lt;/em&gt; song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy when I got home today.  I didn't have hardly ANY work to do, and I am going to be able to go to bed early tonight :)  Happiness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired; I came home and then went to sleep.  At 7:30, I woke up with a toothache.. AGAIN.  Sucks..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-7388318584233278433?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/7388318584233278433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=7388318584233278433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/7388318584233278433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/7388318584233278433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/09/wham.html' title='WHAM!'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-5320528133004510013</id><published>2007-09-25T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T22:16:55.800-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gymnastics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tired'/><title type='text'>Tanoshii no Hi</title><content type='html'>So, I thought it was an "okay" day today, despite the fact that last night's sleep patterns were offf the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep at 9:10, which was an utter and complete accident, and then I woke back up at 11.  I then went back to sleep, and woke back up at 2:12 with another one of those killer toothaches that I am known for.  I waited for that to wear off, and then I started reading that book "To kill a Mockingbird."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then fell back asleep at 5, totally forgetting that I had to get back up in less than an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then woke up at 6:30, to get ready to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gymnastics was great tonight.  I am doing so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little tired right now.  I would so go to sleep, but I have some work to do, and I figured I could post a little in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Pastel:  you got the letter, now make the post!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for me to get busy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-5320528133004510013?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/5320528133004510013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=5320528133004510013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/5320528133004510013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/5320528133004510013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/09/tanoshii-no-hi.html' title='Tanoshii no Hi'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-4242761119820348868</id><published>2007-09-23T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T22:23:17.979-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sundays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lazy Me'/><title type='text'>Wet Behind the Ears</title><content type='html'>Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't I just making a post about last Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I slouched around.. Trying to heal from last Saturday's anguish. It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. I talked to Pastel for the longest time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to church, and then I came home and ate some "beef stew chicken pot pie." It's not what it seems, I just don't know the name for it. It is kind of like chicken pot pie, but it has cornbread on the top with beef stew on the bottom. It is so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting, and then I looked down at my thigh, and I saw a purple bruise on it.  "&lt;em&gt;Where in the world--&lt;/em&gt;"  I thought.  Then I remembered that I ran into a bar on accident, and though I accidentally amputated my own leg.  That hurt a lot.  But now, there is a big fat bruise there.. SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also drank some strawberry water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad, I lost my digital camera. I seriously don't know where it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the case, but the camera part is lost in the jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just got out the shower, and I washed my hair, and my ears are all wet. Just incase you were guessing why I put 'Wet behind the ears.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to this song "&lt;em&gt;Corazonado&lt;/em&gt;" by Ricky Martin. I really love his old songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, it was so weird because I heard this old George Michael song "Careless Whisper," and I didn't know who it was, and then I went home and looked it up, and saw a very 1980's him, singing about him not being able to ever dance again. It was kinda catchy I must admit, but a little weird. I'm never gonna dance again? Come on now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I have some things to do, so I am going to leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buenas Noches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-4242761119820348868?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/4242761119820348868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=4242761119820348868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/4242761119820348868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/4242761119820348868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/09/wet-behind-ears.html' title='Wet Behind the Ears'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-583788351988697782</id><published>2007-09-22T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T22:17:47.894-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fast Week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Explode'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dissapointment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekends'/><title type='text'>Enojada</title><content type='html'>I really think this weekend sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is not all the way over, but I haven't been home in two days, and I am so unorganized. It is so frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Saturday, and I did a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather not post about it though, because I was frustrated most of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say I got to do some things with friends, but other than that, I thought I was going to blow my top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched that movie "Premonition" today.  Before, I had seen a preview, and I thought it looked like a good movie to watch.  The movie wasn't even as half as good as it seemed.  The ending sucked, and all through the movie there is useless confusion.  I give it a 5.7 stars out 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the Bwood Game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this week went by fast!  I knew it would.  All of them have been lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Petco and RadioShack today.  I saw that phone I was going to buy, and it was about 40 dollars cheaper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-583788351988697782?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/583788351988697782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=583788351988697782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/583788351988697782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/583788351988697782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/09/enojada.html' title='Enojada'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-5150956912978386416</id><published>2007-09-19T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T21:52:18.092-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gymnastics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wensdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spanish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Recibo una carta!</title><content type='html'>Snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crackle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what my back has been doing all day today. I think it's bruised though. I got punched in the back. It wasn't a love tap either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone deliberatly punched me in the back and in the hip, and it is hurting now.   I admit, I got into a fight.  You won't believe who it was with though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELIZ CUMPLEANOS DIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy es el cumpleanos de Dianeisy, y tiene mucho anos. Haha, abuelita~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to go to bed early tonight.. of course that never happens, although I think I might have a chance this time. It is 9:43, I am tired, and my bed is calling me. I don't think I have gotten more than 5 hours of sleep per night in over a 2 weeks. This is extremely sad. I am running out of energy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting sleepy at 9 o'clock now! That is bad! I used to get tired at around 3, 4 a.m. Hehe, Now I am the abuelita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a letter from Pastel today! It is always exciting to get letters from him :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I had to skip gymnastics yesterday. I had so much to do. It frustrates me so bad when I don't have time for it, but it was necessary, I must admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it is almost Friday again? It came so quick! I remember last Friday, and the frustration that Thursday brought to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-5150956912978386416?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/5150956912978386416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=5150956912978386416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/5150956912978386416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/5150956912978386416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/09/recibo-una-carta.html' title='Recibo una carta!'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-4748613638885116327</id><published>2007-09-17T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T22:47:39.410-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Languages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mondays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spanish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot Days'/><title type='text'>Mentirosa</title><content type='html'>It was SO HOT today!  I thought I was melting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so exhausted by the end of the day, I couldn't even complain [and I do a lot of that :D].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It amazes me how hot the sun can ACTUALLY get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is not too much to talk about right now.  I am up late, and I need to finish some stuff.  I went to sleep not long after I got in today.  I was so tired.  I woke up about 10 mins ago, and then remembered this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that word.  &lt;em&gt;'Mentirosa'&lt;/em&gt; - Liar this past weekend.  Someone called me that.  Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that word.  I have always saying "&lt;em&gt;No es verdad&lt;/em&gt;,"  or "&lt;em&gt;No tienes razon&lt;/em&gt;."  This is so much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt like I was hungry all day today.  My stomach was growling and having fits.  It was weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-4748613638885116327?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/4748613638885116327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=4748613638885116327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/4748613638885116327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/4748613638885116327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/09/mentirosa.html' title='Mentirosa'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-8908831610834621115</id><published>2007-09-16T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T22:54:51.470-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cavities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sundays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kittens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Mexican Dulce</title><content type='html'>Sunday is one of days where you get up, and think:  "Ah, this is going to be a relaxing day." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was somewhat like that, only I spent a lot of it talking with friends and family in person, on the internet, and on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent Pastel's letter today.  Now let's see how long it takes him to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother stopped by today.  He bought a Pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, my tooth is hurting me again.  Giving me trouble.  I want to sue that dentist for  not doing a good job.  I really don't want to have to get it pulled, but if that is the case, then I am up for it.  I cannot stand staying up at night with tooth pain anymore.  I just can't take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got pictures of the kids; if you want to see, just tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate some Mexican candy today.  It was so hot, it cleared up my sinuses.  It made my nose and eyes water.  Now that's some good candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kitten came home, I am so glad.  I thought he ran away.  He was so skinny.  It looked like he hadn't eaten in days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this weekend was filled with a lot of heartbreak.  Lot's of things happened.  I just hope this upcoming week is much MUCH better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-8908831610834621115?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/8908831610834621115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=8908831610834621115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/8908831610834621115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/8908831610834621115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/09/mexican-dulce.html' title='Mexican Dulce'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-4004520343704593229</id><published>2007-09-15T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T22:18:08.601-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sushi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekends'/><title type='text'>Off Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I watched 3 movies today! That is the best I have done in--a while! I hardly ever watch movies anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I watched:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"200 Pound Beauty": Which is a Korean movie. It was pretty good. I think it is more of a chick flick though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.popcornmag.com/gallery/galleries/news/200pounds_pt4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me about 5 hours to watch that because I kept having to push pause because people kept talking to me, and calling me. Then when I finished that, I saw that "Catwoman" was coiming on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have seen this movie at least 2 times before, but I never got to finish it; I have always been interrupted. So I finished it. I give it 6 stars out of 10.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.hans-zimmer.com/fr/mv/badelt/catwoman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right after that, "Batman" came on. I just watched it. Now this was the old one. From 1989. It is alright. It is on right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.manibedani.ch/Bilder/CDs-DVDs-Videos/Videos-VHS/Batman-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The 80's theme is great.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today was a relaxing day. I went out for Chinese. I haven't had had in a while. Sushi tasted a little weird though. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tooth is giving me problems again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I talked to Pastel today. It wasn't very long because we both had to go leave.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alfred Hickock. Isn't he that psycho movie director that made all those classic horror movies? I don't think I have seen any. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-4004520343704593229?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/4004520343704593229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=4004520343704593229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/4004520343704593229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/4004520343704593229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/09/off-day.html' title='Off Day.'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-6329639603533837504</id><published>2007-09-12T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T21:38:04.212-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fast Week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mornings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gymnastics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wednesdays'/><title type='text'>I &lt;3 Pastel</title><content type='html'>HAPPY READ LEAH'S BLOG DAY!&lt;br /&gt;                                                  There is a surprise in every post :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really remember how I got sore, but I think it had something to do with those push-ups I did the other day.. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been so rainy lately.  AGAIN.  There is supposed to be a tropical storm coming our way.  AGAIN.  I don't really care.  AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got new shoes and a new purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to buy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am addicted, I know, but what can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, it was so strange, because I was getting this throbbing headache, and this girl was yelling in my ear..  I think she was on crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I have sat down and watched the tv in over a month.  That is unbelievable.  You know you are busy when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastel you need to read this, and update yours.  GANGSTA.  LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had gymnastics last night.  It was a usual time, I didn't really improve too much.  Just an average night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend was working on triples though.  JEALOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really.  I think it is so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so old.  I am sore, grouchy and stiff.  Well the grouchy part is just in the mornings.  You know?  I am actually bossy in the mornings.  I am not really grouchy.  Like control freak I guess.  Maybe it comes from being pushed for time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our babies are cute.  They are gangstas too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-6329639603533837504?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/6329639603533837504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=6329639603533837504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/6329639603533837504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/6329639603533837504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-3-pastel.html' title='I &lt;3 Pastel'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-4760617277043305585</id><published>2007-09-10T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T23:38:30.024-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep-deprived'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mondays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Late Nights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phones'/><title type='text'>Missing You.</title><content type='html'>Anata ni!  Aitakute!  Aitakute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I have missed 2 days, and at lease 3 in the past week.  Sad.  I guess I can't keep up.  I haven't forgotten about my blog.  Never.  Unlike that stupid Bloguru one that won't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to make this sweet and short because I have things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was up until 2 a.m yesterday doing things and then I turned around and woke up at 6.  Things like that make me just want to go kick everything to the curb, and take a vacation to Hawaii.  Which is not at all a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Scheduled outage at 11PM PDT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I wonder what that means.  LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid my phone bill yesterday.  About time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-4760617277043305585?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/4760617277043305585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=4760617277043305585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/4760617277043305585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/4760617277043305585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/09/missing-you.html' title='Missing You.'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-563386253952761188</id><published>2007-09-08T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T22:50:57.170-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tired'/><title type='text'>Can I do it all?</title><content type='html'>BUSY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can say for now.  So much to do, so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go to El Campo last night for a game.  I didn't write in my blog for two days.  Whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew this would happen.  I will just write when I have the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like right now, these precious 3 minutes I have before I have to go do some studying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I realized?  There just isn't enough hours in the day.  At ALL.  I need more time!  I am falling asleep as you read this.  So sad.. I have had a weird day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did happen to find time to buy some new shoes today.  I couldn't resist.  We were actually out for la hermana, but I couldn't stop myself.  I signed the check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be regretting that later because tomorrow I am going to purchase a new phone.  It is going to take a bunch of money to get it activated.  About time though, I have been putting it off for about 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hotmail account is overflowing with mail.  I need to respond!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I kept cutting myself today.  NOT intentionally of course, but I kept getting scratched on accident. Like.. I was walking with a case, and the edge cut a gash in my shin.  It was terrible.  It is hurting at this very moment!  Later, I was putting on some clothes, and the zipper ripped up my thigh... as it was coming up, it ran up my thigh, and left some bruises, and scrapes.  I don't know why, maybe it's bad luck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend was telling me about ants.  She said she got attacked like I did, but it was worse.  There's something up with those bugs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw her, and she had bites all over her arms.. and they had turned red.  They got her bad.  She was talking to me, and then all of a sudden, she noticed she had some more.  They looked gross.  And I thought I had it bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-563386253952761188?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/563386253952761188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=563386253952761188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/563386253952761188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/563386253952761188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/09/can-i-do-it-all.html' title='Can I do it all?'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-5249821204656049855</id><published>2007-09-05T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T21:59:47.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Train</title><content type='html'>I am listening to this song called "Train" by V6. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was hectic.  I got a good average of about 5 hours.. Plus interruptions.  Hmm, I would say 4 hours and 23 mins. (I didn't actually calculate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much work to do.  This post is going to be short. [Lo siento Pastel, Ferj!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is a birthday, so you know what that means.  Fun with a bunch of people! This is an 18th, so it is going to be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-5249821204656049855?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/5249821204656049855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=5249821204656049855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/5249821204656049855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/5249821204656049855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-train.html' title='My Train'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-6460131628366227637</id><published>2007-09-04T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T23:35:14.921-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gymnastics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuedsday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tired'/><title type='text'>Jumbaliyah</title><content type='html'>Humid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you can say it wasn't that humid today, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASTEL!  I really wish you would continue to have something for me to look at!  There is nothing in there for me to look at!  I am so sad everytime. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tooth was randomly hurting today.  That same one I got all the work on last month.  I just brushed my teeth, and stangely, it went away.  Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home so late tonight.  I hope all Tuesdays aren't going to be like this.  I was tired at Gymnatics, and then I did a  mediocore job.  It wasn't bad, it just wasn't REALLY good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry these posts have been so short.  I am telling you, I have been so busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-6460131628366227637?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/6460131628366227637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=6460131628366227637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/6460131628366227637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/6460131628366227637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/09/jumbaliyah.html' title='Jumbaliyah'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-67950106757357934</id><published>2007-09-03T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T22:19:16.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend</title><content type='html'>Yalcin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is your post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Don't think I have ever made three posts in one day.  Ok, maybe a long time ago when I was just starting this thing out, but never recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am usually too busy for that.  Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think this name is Russian, pastel told me that;  something about a king or something.. I CAN'T REMEMBER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you have a nice day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-67950106757357934?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/67950106757357934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=67950106757357934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/67950106757357934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/67950106757357934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/09/friend.html' title='Friend'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4028994108610319640.post-4558650660000711321</id><published>2007-09-03T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T22:16:10.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Parent</title><content type='html'>It rained so hard.  It was kind of frightening.  Not so bad, but it was weird, it looked like night all day today.  Dust dark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did so much work today.  I can't believe my eyes.  Or whatever I should say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I say work, I mean study. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the occasional break to talk with friends or what not, but still.  That is so much for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastel and I are proud parents :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 Healthy fat babies.  There are the names down there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4028994108610319640-4558650660000711321?l=butterflitown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/feeds/4558650660000711321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4028994108610319640&amp;postID=4558650660000711321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/4558650660000711321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4028994108610319640/posts/default/4558650660000711321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterflitown.blogspot.com/2007/09/proud-parent.html' title='Proud Parent'/><author><name>ButterFli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09982012026367638994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7q0IXrH-y0/TcFsDlZLc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/g-ojUtOFsvg/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-03%2Bat%2B17.37.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
