<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923995862101466628</id><updated>2011-08-29T18:36:38.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For a dreamer, night's the only time of day.</title><subtitle type='html'>Words are the most powerful drug used by mankind.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekah123.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923995862101466628/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekah123.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miss Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02274228702608497288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-meVxgrt2Pl8/TiPEFyXUNpI/AAAAAAAAAGY/IQr1L6HXGvU/s220/2011.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923995862101466628.post-5400222970529866364</id><published>2011-08-29T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T00:26:49.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Afflictions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;But that ye have patience, and bear with those afflictions, with a firm hope that ye shall one day rest from all your afflictions. –Alma 34: 41&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is a verse of scripture that I have saved on my computer, mostly for when things start going south. Now don't worry, nothing is wrong with me or my family but it's my friends that are having a hard time. Things just aren't going great for them and I'm not going into any details because that's their business and not mine. But as selfish as this might sound it makes me glad for my life, I mean I look at it and I just say to myself this is great. You've got a wonderful family, a stable life, you're going to school, and you have people who care about you. Nothing could be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I just want to thank the people who made and make my life better and also to let my friends know I care about them, even though it's really hard for me to show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923995862101466628-5400222970529866364?l=bekah123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekah123.blogspot.com/feeds/5400222970529866364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2923995862101466628&amp;postID=5400222970529866364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923995862101466628/posts/default/5400222970529866364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923995862101466628/posts/default/5400222970529866364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekah123.blogspot.com/2011/08/afflictions.html' title='Afflictions'/><author><name>Miss Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02274228702608497288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-meVxgrt2Pl8/TiPEFyXUNpI/AAAAAAAAAGY/IQr1L6HXGvU/s220/2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923995862101466628.post-2645718335345057498</id><published>2011-07-17T22:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T22:23:55.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY CRAP!!!</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been a whole year since I've written on this thing. Sorry but I've been inspired by my awesome friend Katy who just started a blog. English is my major with an emphasis in creative writing haven't really picked a minor. Still haven't been on a date but I don't really care since I have awesome friends and we've formed our own She-woman man hater club (Little Rascals reference!). But yeah it's been a fun and interesting spring semester of 2011. Now it's the end of the semester and finals are killing me, mostly because I'm the worlds greatest (worst?) procrastinator and I have to stay up all night most of the time. I'll try to update this thing more since my friend Kayla Thomas is coming to live with me during the break , she lives in Maryland and costs to much to go home just for a couple weeks. Hope life for people who read this (who reads this?) is going great. OH! I'm getting a new sister (in-law) Katie Conway soon to be Nelson!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923995862101466628-2645718335345057498?l=bekah123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekah123.blogspot.com/feeds/2645718335345057498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2923995862101466628&amp;postID=2645718335345057498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923995862101466628/posts/default/2645718335345057498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923995862101466628/posts/default/2645718335345057498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekah123.blogspot.com/2011/07/holy-crap.html' title='HOLY CRAP!!!'/><author><name>Miss Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02274228702608497288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-meVxgrt2Pl8/TiPEFyXUNpI/AAAAAAAAAGY/IQr1L6HXGvU/s220/2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923995862101466628.post-4319514640199650572</id><published>2010-06-07T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T09:16:03.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>Nothing has happened so far in my newest semester of college. Haven't gone on a date, don't have a boyfriend and my classes are all pretty boring. It has pretty much rained/overcast for like three weeks and as much as it pains me to say it it reminds me of Twilight. Yeah not much to say... LOST had a good ending and this proves that I'm at a church school when I say that the island was totally like the premortal existence. Yep so now there's nothing else to watch on TV, not that I have a TV. Don't know where I'm going to live next semester, trying to get on the waiting list but as of this post I am 65th out of 134th so we'll see. I still haven't decided a major but was thinking about either History or English but I'm not really sure. Yep and that's about as exciting as it gets around here. So if something exciting does happen I'll post it. Bye-bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923995862101466628-4319514640199650572?l=bekah123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekah123.blogspot.com/feeds/4319514640199650572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2923995862101466628&amp;postID=4319514640199650572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923995862101466628/posts/default/4319514640199650572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923995862101466628/posts/default/4319514640199650572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekah123.blogspot.com/2010/06/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Miss Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02274228702608497288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-meVxgrt2Pl8/TiPEFyXUNpI/AAAAAAAAAGY/IQr1L6HXGvU/s220/2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923995862101466628.post-3011209315784922530</id><published>2009-10-10T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T22:29:19.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jordan's first date</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt0HPXfyeBU/StFs6nxcYeI/AAAAAAAAAFY/gPj2cx-k12Q/s1600-h/IMG_1528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt0HPXfyeBU/StFs6nxcYeI/AAAAAAAAAFY/gPj2cx-k12Q/s320/IMG_1528.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391209983303770594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt0HPXfyeBU/StFs6JTDLNI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/TBfH1d5l2hk/s1600-h/IMG_1527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt0HPXfyeBU/StFs6JTDLNI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/TBfH1d5l2hk/s320/IMG_1527.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391209975123225810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt0HPXfyeBU/StFs5g0tLpI/AAAAAAAAAFI/L1OxkZDUn5Q/s1600-h/IMG_1522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt0HPXfyeBU/StFs5g0tLpI/AAAAAAAAAFI/L1OxkZDUn5Q/s320/IMG_1522.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391209964258537106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Jordan has his first day for "Homecoming" and I use quotations only because they didn't actually go to the dance, instead they went to Lion King :). Here are some pictures that my mom took.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923995862101466628-3011209315784922530?l=bekah123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekah123.blogspot.com/feeds/3011209315784922530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2923995862101466628&amp;postID=3011209315784922530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923995862101466628/posts/default/3011209315784922530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923995862101466628/posts/default/3011209315784922530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekah123.blogspot.com/2009/10/jordans-first-date.html' title='Jordan&apos;s first date'/><author><name>Miss Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02274228702608497288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-meVxgrt2Pl8/TiPEFyXUNpI/AAAAAAAAAGY/IQr1L6HXGvU/s220/2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt0HPXfyeBU/StFs6nxcYeI/AAAAAAAAAFY/gPj2cx-k12Q/s72-c/IMG_1528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923995862101466628.post-7626891661356212684</id><published>2009-09-28T19:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:45:46.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet</title><content type='html'>I have internet, they fixed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923995862101466628-7626891661356212684?l=bekah123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekah123.blogspot.com/feeds/7626891661356212684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2923995862101466628&amp;postID=7626891661356212684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923995862101466628/posts/default/7626891661356212684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923995862101466628/posts/default/7626891661356212684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekah123.blogspot.com/2009/09/internet.html' title='Internet'/><author><name>Miss Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02274228702608497288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-meVxgrt2Pl8/TiPEFyXUNpI/AAAAAAAAAGY/IQr1L6HXGvU/s220/2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923995862101466628.post-8790370006057019040</id><published>2009-09-23T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T09:05:34.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regarding before</title><content type='html'>Okay so when i said that my internet was working, that was false. It seems it only worked for an hour and then died so sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923995862101466628-8790370006057019040?l=bekah123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekah123.blogspot.com/feeds/8790370006057019040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2923995862101466628&amp;postID=8790370006057019040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923995862101466628/posts/default/8790370006057019040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923995862101466628/posts/default/8790370006057019040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekah123.blogspot.com/2009/09/regarding-before.html' title='Regarding before'/><author><name>Miss Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02274228702608497288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-meVxgrt2Pl8/TiPEFyXUNpI/AAAAAAAAAGY/IQr1L6HXGvU/s220/2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923995862101466628.post-4116281343078840033</id><published>2009-09-22T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T10:09:12.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College</title><content type='html'>Well classes okay i guess, homeworks a killer. But the reason i haven't been able to up date this blog is because my internet has been down since Friday the 11th. So I've been having to go down to our laundry room to do homework. But if any of you want to send me something, like a care package or posters. Then here's my address: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebekah Nelson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;211 Virginia H. Perkins Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;525 S Center St – 0031&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rexburg ID 83460&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you feel the need to send me something there you go. But yeah suddenly when i was uninstalling my printer and reinstalling it the internet decided to start work. But my roommate, Lauren couldn't get hers to work? I don't know what it is but no one else is home at the moment to test if their computers work. So its 46 degrees here and the high is something in the upper 70s. Kinda cold but its sunny so that makes up for the fact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923995862101466628-4116281343078840033?l=bekah123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekah123.blogspot.com/feeds/4116281343078840033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2923995862101466628&amp;postID=4116281343078840033' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923995862101466628/posts/default/4116281343078840033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923995862101466628/posts/default/4116281343078840033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekah123.blogspot.com/2009/09/college.html' title='College'/><author><name>Miss Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02274228702608497288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-meVxgrt2Pl8/TiPEFyXUNpI/AAAAAAAAAGY/IQr1L6HXGvU/s220/2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923995862101466628.post-4274972528298172136</id><published>2009-09-09T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T17:52:46.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dorm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt0HPXfyeBU/SqhNL6jT24I/AAAAAAAAAFA/GGT2Xvj6peI/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt0HPXfyeBU/SqhNL6jT24I/AAAAAAAAAFA/GGT2Xvj6peI/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379634621985315714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt0HPXfyeBU/SqhNLT-vEkI/AAAAAAAAAE4/CNim83J9uxw/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt0HPXfyeBU/SqhNLT-vEkI/AAAAAAAAAE4/CNim83J9uxw/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379634611631362626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Well this is my dorm. As you can see its very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link style="font-family: georgia;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CBekah%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sparse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;; if anyone has any old posters or some kind of decoration they don't want, that can be stuck up by tape then you should tottally send it to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes and those were the only posters we could find! Sad, though i like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923995862101466628-4274972528298172136?l=bekah123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekah123.blogspot.com/feeds/4274972528298172136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2923995862101466628&amp;postID=4274972528298172136' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923995862101466628/posts/default/4274972528298172136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923995862101466628/posts/default/4274972528298172136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekah123.blogspot.com/2009/09/dorm.html' title='Dorm'/><author><name>Miss Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02274228702608497288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-meVxgrt2Pl8/TiPEFyXUNpI/AAAAAAAAAGY/IQr1L6HXGvU/s220/2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt0HPXfyeBU/SqhNL6jT24I/AAAAAAAAAFA/GGT2Xvj6peI/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923995862101466628.post-1080133944285160398</id><published>2009-09-07T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T20:50:49.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrived</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt0HPXfyeBU/SqXSxMI6WMI/AAAAAAAAAEY/bZ-8jqb3nzU/s1600-h/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt0HPXfyeBU/SqXSxMI6WMI/AAAAAAAAAEY/bZ-8jqb3nzU/s320/064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378937072477952194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The wide open spaces of Idaho... very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt0HPXfyeBU/SqXSwqd3ujI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/wMNFxPhxnFc/s1600-h/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt0HPXfyeBU/SqXSwqd3ujI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/wMNFxPhxnFc/s320/063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378937063439055410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the road towards school. For some reason my air conditioner decided to break, so it was very hot in the car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt0HPXfyeBU/SqXSweDUCZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/PByf9TyOORU/s1600-h/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt0HPXfyeBU/SqXSweDUCZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/PByf9TyOORU/s320/062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378937060106439058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Full of stuff and still had a couple more boxes in mom and dad's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt0HPXfyeBU/SqXSvuO067I/AAAAAAAAAEA/snJGurth0bY/s1600-h/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt0HPXfyeBU/SqXSvuO067I/AAAAAAAAAEA/snJGurth0bY/s320/061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378937047269829554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Mommy... talking a picture on our road trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt0HPXfyeBU/SqXSC8tsmeI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ux20SM90-vU/s1600-h/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt0HPXfyeBU/SqXSC8tsmeI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ux20SM90-vU/s320/070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378936278063290850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my room after i got everything set up. It's really hard getting off that bed, I've got to close the door and use it to get of. You'll notice my Heroes poster:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt0HPXfyeBU/SqXSCJGcmYI/AAAAAAAAADw/7KxMU36Eps8/s1600-h/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt0HPXfyeBU/SqXSCJGcmYI/AAAAAAAAADw/7KxMU36Eps8/s320/069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378936264208456066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My fan to make it feel more like home and give the room some personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt0HPXfyeBU/SqXSAPj33GI/AAAAAAAAADg/GVtkAxElWlY/s1600-h/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt0HPXfyeBU/SqXSAPj33GI/AAAAAAAAADg/GVtkAxElWlY/s320/066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378936231582751842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Legolas and my closet. So that was the tour of my room. My dorm mates' name's are Hailey, Lauren and Bri. I don't really remember what the other girls are majoring in but Bri (my roommate) is a music major and wants to be a choir teacher. Not much to tell about except my feet are killing me. So if anyone has any questions just ask. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923995862101466628-1080133944285160398?l=bekah123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekah123.blogspot.com/feeds/1080133944285160398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2923995862101466628&amp;postID=1080133944285160398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923995862101466628/posts/default/1080133944285160398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923995862101466628/posts/default/1080133944285160398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekah123.blogspot.com/2009/09/arrived.html' title='Arrived'/><author><name>Miss Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02274228702608497288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-meVxgrt2Pl8/TiPEFyXUNpI/AAAAAAAAAGY/IQr1L6HXGvU/s220/2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt0HPXfyeBU/SqXSxMI6WMI/AAAAAAAAAEY/bZ-8jqb3nzU/s72-c/064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923995862101466628.post-6819800932430255481</id><published>2009-09-06T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T00:42:21.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The time has come....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And since I can think of nothing to say I'll just leave this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;part&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meet&lt;/span&gt; again.  ~John Gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--, Black-eyed Susan--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Why does it take a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;minute to say hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt; forever to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;?  ~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;How lucky I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; to have something that makes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt; saying goodbye so hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;.  ~Carol Sobieski and Thomas Meehan, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Annie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Goodbyes are not forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Goodbyes are not the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; They simply mean I'll miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Until we meet again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; ~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; Only in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;agony of parting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; do we look into the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;depths of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;.  ~George Eliot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; The reason it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hurts so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; to separate is because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;our souls are connected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  ~Nicholas Sparks, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Notebook&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So sweetly she bade me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;adieu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I thought that she bade me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; ~William Shenstone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt; But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: webdings;"&gt; fate ordains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt; that dearest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: webdings;"&gt;friends must part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;.  ~Edward Young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--, Love of Fame--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Where is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;goodbye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  ~Meredith Willson, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Music Man&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Promise me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt; you'll never forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; me because if I thought you would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;I'd never leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;.  ~A.A. Milne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Every parting is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;form of death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;, as every reunion is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;type of heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;.  ~Tryon Edwards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Farewell, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my sister,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; fare thee well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; The elements be kind to thee, and make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Thy spirits all of comfort: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;fare thee well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; ~William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; Fare thee well! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;and if for ever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; Still for ever, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;fare thee well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; ~Lord Byron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Where'er I roam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, whatever realms to see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; My heart untravelled, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;fondly turns to thee;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Still to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt; turns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, with ceaseless pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; And drags at each remove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; a lengthening chain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; ~Oliver Goldsmith, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Traveller&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: webdings;"&gt;If I leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt; here tomorrow, will you still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: webdings;"&gt; remember me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;  ~Allen Collins and Ronnie Van Zant, "Free Bird," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;One More From the Road&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;, 1973, performed by Lynyrd Skynyrd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Great is the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; art of beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, but greater is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;art of ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.  ~Lazurus Long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--, Childe Harold, cantoIV, st186--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Missing someone gets easier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; every day because even though it's one day further from the last time you saw each other, it's one day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;closer to the next time you will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;.  ~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;goodbye isn't painful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;unless you're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;never going to say hello again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  ~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Don't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; because it's over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;because it happened.  ~Theodor Seuss Geisel, attributed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.  ~William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss everyone till I see you all again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923995862101466628-6819800932430255481?l=bekah123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekah123.blogspot.com/feeds/6819800932430255481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2923995862101466628&amp;postID=6819800932430255481' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923995862101466628/posts/default/6819800932430255481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923995862101466628/posts/default/6819800932430255481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekah123.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-has-come.html' title='The time has come....'/><author><name>Miss Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02274228702608497288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-meVxgrt2Pl8/TiPEFyXUNpI/AAAAAAAAAGY/IQr1L6HXGvU/s220/2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923995862101466628.post-1771817286155879686</id><published>2009-03-21T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T09:57:35.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh a sad day indeed :(</title><content type='html'>What has the world come to when a girl can't even play a game of Mario Cart without putting her in life threatening situations? I was minding my own business when all of the sudden I look over and see on the arm of the couch... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a black spider&lt;/span&gt; just sitting there menacingly. To my horror I realize that he could have been there the whole time! And I had leaned on the arm of the couch! Then something worse comes to mind! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What if he had been on me the whole time?!&lt;/span&gt; I jumped up as a scream was stuck in my throat; oh how he must have been taunting me! Quickly and with precise ninja action I grabbed the nearest shoe (Jordan's old flip flop) and proceeded to smack the life outta that thing! Now most of you might be thinking "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bekah&lt;/span&gt;, it was a little spider! Get over it." But I can't I tell you. Now for weeks to come I will be paranoid, itchy and I won't be able to sleep in my room or play video games down there for like a week! And if that wasn't bad enough I throw the shoe down and see something else on the ground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt0HPXfyeBU/ScUZnfbkowI/AAAAAAAAABw/McyALXbTluM/s1600-h/snake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt0HPXfyeBU/ScUZnfbkowI/AAAAAAAAABw/McyALXbTluM/s320/snake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315683101423477506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;snake&lt;/span&gt; a Red Racer slithering towards the small arm chair. Now thoroughly scared outta my wits I jumped on a foot stool and screamed for Jordan, who had been asleep on the couch upstairs last I saw him. He came down and we proceeded to have a manhunt (or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;snakehunt&lt;/span&gt; if you will) for the fugitive. And by "we" I mean Jordan as I was still on the stool. After Jordan was about to give up he saw something moving and grabbed the small creature. Needless to say I was pleased and followed him upstairs. Before putting him outside in the yard Jordan took a few pictures with his camera. No that is not me holding it! It's Jordan's hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I had had enough adventure for one day but I look up and what do I see? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A mosquito&lt;/span&gt; looking bug chilling out above me. By now I'm quite worn out by my previous two intruders so I hurry to the fly swatter and kill him quickly then throw him out with a paper towel. But what to my surprise when I see the front door standing wide open! Then I remember Dad was outside working in the yard. Well feeling quite angry I shut the door. And that is the tale of the most exciting thing that has happened in weeks. And it all happened before 9:30 this morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923995862101466628-1771817286155879686?l=bekah123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekah123.blogspot.com/feeds/1771817286155879686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2923995862101466628&amp;postID=1771817286155879686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923995862101466628/posts/default/1771817286155879686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923995862101466628/posts/default/1771817286155879686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekah123.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-sad-day-indeed.html' title='Oh a sad day indeed :('/><author><name>Miss Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02274228702608497288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-meVxgrt2Pl8/TiPEFyXUNpI/AAAAAAAAAGY/IQr1L6HXGvU/s220/2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nt0HPXfyeBU/ScUZnfbkowI/AAAAAAAAABw/McyALXbTluM/s72-c/snake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923995862101466628.post-9204789545718505303</id><published>2009-01-15T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:43:07.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunger Games</title><content type='html'>Okay, I've just read what is now going on my favorites list. It's called Hunger Games and is written by Suzanne Collins. It introduces sixteen-year-old Katniss Everdeen, who lives in a post-apocalyptic world where a dictatorship called the Capitol has risen up after several devastating disasters. In the book, the Hunger Games are an annual televised event where a ruthless Capitol randomly selects one boy and one girl from each of the twelve districts, who are then pitted against each other in a game of survival and forced to kill until only one remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides keeping me on the edge by the tension written in. It has you rooting for a happy ending even though you know it might end bittersweet. It's 300 pages but it doesn't get boring or monotonous. I strongly suggest you read this book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923995862101466628-9204789545718505303?l=bekah123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekah123.blogspot.com/feeds/9204789545718505303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2923995862101466628&amp;postID=9204789545718505303' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923995862101466628/posts/default/9204789545718505303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923995862101466628/posts/default/9204789545718505303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekah123.blogspot.com/2009/01/hunger-games.html' title='Hunger Games'/><author><name>Miss Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02274228702608497288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-meVxgrt2Pl8/TiPEFyXUNpI/AAAAAAAAAGY/IQr1L6HXGvU/s220/2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923995862101466628.post-4855371524457248170</id><published>2009-01-12T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T14:07:25.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From small beginnings come great things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well after much persuasion by those who will remain nameless I have started my own blog, boring as it might become. So not much about me... I'm an 18 year-old senior in High school and just got accepted into BYU Idaho. My life up to this point has been boring and mediocre, though I wish it could be exciting. My life consists of school and messing around on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize more and more that I get super annoyed by people, immature people. I mean really; there's a time and a place to act like a idiot and during school isn't one of them, unless it's during lunch or something. I need to go to a place where people act a bit more mature; at least when it's time to get things done. I'm done hanging around little irritating High school kids. I'm an adult, a young adult, but an adult non-the-less. Sooo.... I guess if something of mild interest happens I'll tell you but till then you'll have wait for my ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923995862101466628-4855371524457248170?l=bekah123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekah123.blogspot.com/feeds/4855371524457248170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2923995862101466628&amp;postID=4855371524457248170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923995862101466628/posts/default/4855371524457248170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923995862101466628/posts/default/4855371524457248170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekah123.blogspot.com/2009/01/from-small-beginnings-come-great-things.html' title='From small beginnings come great things.'/><author><name>Miss Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02274228702608497288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-meVxgrt2Pl8/TiPEFyXUNpI/AAAAAAAAAGY/IQr1L6HXGvU/s220/2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
