<?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-12320341</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:39:56.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mixed Up Adventures of Jennie Layne</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixedventures.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12320341/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixedventures.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925809754102017026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12320341.post-111895300963031456</id><published>2005-06-16T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T13:16:49.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daria's Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Daria gave birth to a very cute baby boy. His name's Dillon. He's gorgeous. He's got very curly brown hair, and strangly enough, green eyes. Usually when babie's are born they have blue eyes, but his are green. He adorable. Daria and Sam are ecstatic. Jake is too- Daria and Sam's other son. He's almost 3. Dillon and Jake don't look much alike though- Jake's tiny and has straight brown hair and blue eyes. Very cute. Jake actually wanted a sister so he could play Brother and Sister bear. How adorable is that. I'm using too many describing words. I'll stop now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Jen xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12320341-111895300963031456?l=mixedventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixedventures.blogspot.com/feeds/111895300963031456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12320341&amp;postID=111895300963031456' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12320341/posts/default/111895300963031456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12320341/posts/default/111895300963031456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixedventures.blogspot.com/2005/06/darias-baby.html' title='Daria&apos;s Baby'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925809754102017026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12320341.post-111869720273145916</id><published>2005-06-13T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T14:13:22.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School's Almost out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;School's almost out and the world's spiraling out of control. My friend fell off her skateboard and ended up with stitches all across her face and bruises and cuts everywhere. My other friend's moving away. There's something else though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I messed up. I might be known as the World's Worst Friend ever now. That is very very bad. My friend Marny is in a different class than Callie, Amanda and I. We kind of inadvertently left her out of a lot of stuff. Although we didn't do it on purpose, we still feel bad. That's a lie. We feel worse then bad. So we promise to be better people. Even before summer. Am I that mean? You tell me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyways, so those are all the bad things thats happened today. Other then that, I'm ultra scared of report cards and everything. They're coming out soon, and I think I did really badly this term. Pray for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyways, time for my all- famous Canadian Idol updates:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am a loyal Cher Mandell fan. She's very cool. Her hair is very cool. She has nice clothes. And I suppose she has a good voice too (LOL). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm still on a  lot of meds- Those aren't going away so fast. FloNase isn't so bad, but I have this other stuff, and YUCK! It's disgusting. Anyways, I'm off to see the wizard. Or maybe just to do homework. Love ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Jen xoxoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12320341-111869720273145916?l=mixedventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixedventures.blogspot.com/feeds/111869720273145916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12320341&amp;postID=111869720273145916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12320341/posts/default/111869720273145916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12320341/posts/default/111869720273145916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixedventures.blogspot.com/2005/06/schools-almost-out.html' title='School&apos;s Almost out'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925809754102017026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12320341.post-111766157822670934</id><published>2005-06-01T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T14:32:58.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>French Class</title><content type='html'>My french teacher is honestly the most intimidating person I've ever met. She's so scary. Although, she has a wicked sense of humour which she uses against the "bad" people in my class. It's quite funny sometimes, though. She told my friend that she shouldn't trust the "turkeys" who work in the office because they haven't a clue what they're talking about. The red-haired secretary yelled at me once for wearing a pink shirt. Well, not quite, but almost. She looked at me like she was about to. Secretaries are usually grumpy. I don't take it personally. My science teacher get's calls from the secretary every day and he always drops the phone on her. On purpose. It's hilarious. He's great. My science teacher. Anyways, must be going now bloggies. Love ya.&lt;br /&gt;Jen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12320341-111766157822670934?l=mixedventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixedventures.blogspot.com/feeds/111766157822670934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12320341&amp;postID=111766157822670934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12320341/posts/default/111766157822670934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12320341/posts/default/111766157822670934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixedventures.blogspot.com/2005/06/french-class.html' title='French Class'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925809754102017026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12320341.post-111686447486925824</id><published>2005-05-23T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T09:07:54.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars and Large Sticks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm sorry if anyone here likes Star Wars, because you all know I'm going to have to make fun of it for the next hour. Okay, so although George Lucas is a supposed genius, he's the least romantic person that possibly ever walked the Earth. In Revenge of the Sith, which my brother made me go to, I was so bored that I remembered three romantic scenes that I could tell you Blogheads. Hayden Chrisenson and Natalie Portman were so not to blame for this unfortunate romance between Anakin and Padme. Here are a few scenes for your enjoyment (I hope you laugh).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hayden: You're so beautiful, Padme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Natalie: It's because I'm so in love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hayden: No, it's because I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Natalie: Then love has blinded you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hayden: That's not what I meant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hayden: We could rule the galaxy together! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Natalie: I can't believe I'm hearing this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hayden: Obi Wan turned you against me, didn't he.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Natalie: I don't even know you anymore! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Natalie: Annie, I'm pregnant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hayden: (Doesn't reply)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Natalie: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oops! I can't believe I forget the rest of this script!!! Ohmigod. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyways, so yesterday my dad (!!!) took me to A Lot Like Love with Ashton Kutcher and Amanda Peet. I loved it, lol. So  did you know that if you have a very large stick you can shoplift fruit from Lawblaws when you're on the third floor of a mall complex?  Not that I'd ever try, but my dad randomly said that when we were leaving the theatre. More later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Jen xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12320341-111686447486925824?l=mixedventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixedventures.blogspot.com/feeds/111686447486925824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12320341&amp;postID=111686447486925824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12320341/posts/default/111686447486925824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12320341/posts/default/111686447486925824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixedventures.blogspot.com/2005/05/star-wars-and-large-sticks.html' title='Star Wars and Large Sticks'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925809754102017026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12320341.post-111627834866790594</id><published>2005-05-16T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T14:19:08.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STILL SICK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AAAHHHH...I can't believe I'm still sick. It's making me CRAZY!!!! LOL. Went to the doctor today, again, and she finally gave me antibiotics. Thank god. Alex and I have been getting along, despite our creative differences in the world of mathematics. Sorry for my lack of blogging. I think the Tylenol is impairing my judgment. Or not. Apparently, if you mix two medications it sometimes impairs things. So anyways, I'm semi exhausted. Alex says that if you sleep when you're sick it makes you more sick. BS I tell you. Sleep solves everything. Kisses, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Jennie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12320341-111627834866790594?l=mixedventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixedventures.blogspot.com/feeds/111627834866790594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12320341&amp;postID=111627834866790594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12320341/posts/default/111627834866790594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12320341/posts/default/111627834866790594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixedventures.blogspot.com/2005/05/still-sick.html' title='STILL SICK'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925809754102017026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12320341.post-111556738643492770</id><published>2005-05-08T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T08:49:46.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mother's Day. So happy mothers day to all the mom's out there. Saw Nadine again. She looked at me, and she knew who I was. The look in her eyes was sort of sad. I'm not sure why. Alex, my math tutor is very apologetic about ditching me on Wednesday. He should be! My friend Callie said he's hot, and I was like, Alex is like a brother to me. I don't see the hotness. I don't really. He's a brother figure. Very protective. He's a Math Person. Like Talbot's People, that's not me. I'm a...Writing Person. And a Soap Opera Person. That's all. Must go. My mom is calling. See you all later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Longer post later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;TTYL. LYLAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Jennie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12320341-111556738643492770?l=mixedventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixedventures.blogspot.com/feeds/111556738643492770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12320341&amp;postID=111556738643492770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12320341/posts/default/111556738643492770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12320341/posts/default/111556738643492770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixedventures.blogspot.com/2005/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925809754102017026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12320341.post-111525215678040055</id><published>2005-05-04T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T17:15:56.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Dying</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sorry I haven't blogged in a while. Been very busy, and still sick, which is blah. Yesterday, I went on an excursion to the doctor's office. Lots of stuff to say. We bumped into my uncle's ex- girlfriend Nadine. She's so....preppy now. She used to be cool. I was 5 when I last saw her. Nine years. That's a lot. After Sam and Nadine broke up, I thought I'd never see Nadine again. As in, she left Sam for a Briefcase person. Briefcase people aren't cool. They think they're Rulers of The World and wear ugly brown suits. They also happen to be the type of person who says "I'll have my people call your people. We'll do lunch". Lunching people are scary. Anyways, back to Nadine. She's married and has this little baby dressed in mini Prada. My uncle Sam also got married. To Daria, who is close to perfection. My mom says she always feels flawed near Daria, but we all love her. Daria's one of those people everyone likes. My grandma technically wanted a daughter in law who wanted to take long and excruciating shopping trips to the Bay and Talbots. My mom and Daria aren't quite the Talbot's type. That's a good thing. No offense to Talbot's people. I'm not a Talbot's person. Aunt Cheri is married to Warner, who's very nice. Cheri and Warner are very...sensitive. They fight alot, which is sort of scary to watch. My parents don't fight that much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So, I was supposed to have a tutoring session with this 16 year old boy named, Alex today at 12:20. For math. You know how I am in math. Terrible. So at 12:15, I went to the library, where I was supposed to have my tutorial session. Alex never showed up. I am very curious about this Alex person. Does he exsist? This is very suspicious. Will he show up next Thursday? When I'm supposed to be tutored? I wonder. Hmmm. So very scandalous. I'm tired. Maybe I should go. Kisses to all bloggers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12320341-111525215678040055?l=mixedventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixedventures.blogspot.com/feeds/111525215678040055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12320341&amp;postID=111525215678040055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12320341/posts/default/111525215678040055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12320341/posts/default/111525215678040055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixedventures.blogspot.com/2005/05/still-dying.html' title='Still Dying'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925809754102017026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12320341.post-111470690646459017</id><published>2005-04-28T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T09:48:26.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deadly (almost) Sicknesses</title><content type='html'>I might be dying. But probably not. I've never heard of anyone dying from Strep throught. Although, they might have. You never know. I watched Dawson's Creek today. It's so painfully obvious that Dawson and Joey belong together, and how blind they are to true and real love. Don't worry. I didn't actually write that. That was Starr. She's a hopeless romantic. Putting that aside, she's a very good friend of mine. So. I'm home sick. Some people love being home alone, and sick. I, on the other hand, have nothing to do but sit and wait for something interesting to happen like another episode of Passions or Dawson's Creek to come on. But hey, that's life. Anyways, my mum needs the computer for her work, so I must be going.  No x's or o's today. I don't want you to catch my cold! So just lots of love today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love (ha!)&lt;br /&gt;Jennie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Some comments would be nice for once!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12320341-111470690646459017?l=mixedventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixedventures.blogspot.com/feeds/111470690646459017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12320341&amp;postID=111470690646459017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12320341/posts/default/111470690646459017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12320341/posts/default/111470690646459017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixedventures.blogspot.com/2005/04/deadly-almost-sicknesses.html' title='Deadly (almost) Sicknesses'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925809754102017026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12320341.post-111437513087429880</id><published>2005-04-24T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T13:38:50.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fancy Soap and Geography Homework</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today my mom and brother went to Indigo. My mom bought these black frame things, and fancy soap. Like, correct me if I'm wrong, but what exactly is the point of fancy soap? If you're washing your hands or bleeding or something, you're not going to go "Oohhh, this soap was made in France!". Seriously. I think it's a crime to buy soap that's more money than a pack of mechanical pencils. Obviously mechanical pencils are less expensive than HB pencils. Like, duh. Anyways, so I've got this Geo project about Third World countries. It's so sad. I'm ashamed to admit, that I couldn't even imagine what terrible things happen in these places. This is making me sad. Ok, so my new favourite song is Someday We'll Know. It's so sappy it's funny. I love things like that. It's like the show Passions. Love that show. Not because it's a good show or anything, but because its sooo overdramatic. Love that. Ha. Anyways, so I'm going to my grandmother's tonight for dinner. I'm not dreading it, but I'm not jumping for joy either. Who knows. Maybe it'll be fun. Just maybe. I'm wearing a very Grandmother-ish shirt. My mom picked it. This guy who lives around the corner from my grandmother's going to be there too. He's 15. Maybe I'll have a riveting conversation with him. Probably not. I think he's some form of a distant relative. I wouldn't know. Get this. My mom made me change my shirt 10 times before I went to my grandmother's last week. It's no secret that my GM (grandmother) is a bit...high maintenance. My mom is definatly scared of her. It's probably because she's my dad's mom. It's bad I know, but she spoils me. She loooves buying me clothes. Once she bought me an initial ring. That was two years ago and I've worn it....once. Maybe, if not once, never. Anyways, I'm off. See all of you brilliant bloggers later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Jennie xxoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12320341-111437513087429880?l=mixedventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixedventures.blogspot.com/feeds/111437513087429880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12320341&amp;postID=111437513087429880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12320341/posts/default/111437513087429880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12320341/posts/default/111437513087429880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixedventures.blogspot.com/2005/04/fancy-soap-and-geography-homework.html' title='Fancy Soap and Geography Homework'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925809754102017026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12320341.post-111428167942351971</id><published>2005-04-23T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T11:41:19.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Equations</title><content type='html'>Hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going to post some odd equations to illustrate some form of a point. Not that I always &lt;em&gt;have &lt;/em&gt;a point. In fact, I almost never have a point. Anyways, I'll stop rambling now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sleep+ homework+ pressure= Stress&lt;br /&gt;Two guy + one girl= dilemma&lt;br /&gt;American Idol+Jennie= Addiction&lt;br /&gt;Parents+ shopping= Death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. My equations were pathetic, but hey, I try. Spent a total of 3 hours today trying to fix my iPod. Ridiculous I tell you. You spend a bazillion dollars on one of these pint sized music playing machines, and then you spend half time time you should be listening to the music you put on it, trying to fix it. Breath. It's so sad. Anyways, so after spending my very valuable weekend time on iPod fixing, I've decided to take a break to do....A Geography project! How cool is that? Not. I also have been thinking about my very important Saturday Library Trip. Everytime I go there, there's this guy and he sits on a chair reading Teen People in the children's book section. He disturbs me. Very suspicious. Not only is he like, 100 years old, he's reading a teen magazine aimed for females. I suspect he has ulterior motives. I'll keep my eye on him. This is necessary because the Man in the Black Car has not been seen since that day. I'm in need of a new Shifty character to spy on. Believe me, people watching is more fun than....watching paint dry. Most things are. Anyways, I'll post another time later today....Have a good weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12320341-111428167942351971?l=mixedventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixedventures.blogspot.com/feeds/111428167942351971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12320341&amp;postID=111428167942351971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12320341/posts/default/111428167942351971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12320341/posts/default/111428167942351971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixedventures.blogspot.com/2005/04/equations.html' title='Equations'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925809754102017026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12320341.post-111420311124283318</id><published>2005-04-22T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T13:51:51.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't you just love it when you're crushing on two guys and suddenly you realize they might just like you back? Okay, so I suck. It really doesn't help when they're best friends. Gah. Anyways, so math class. It's so pathetic, because my math teacher talks in an extremely monetone voice, and is very BORING. Everyone sort of pretends that they're listening, but really, they're drawing little hearts all over their math book and staring at the hot guy who sits in front of you (at least that's what I do...). My teacher thinks everyone knows what the hell he's blabbing on about, but no one really gets it. It's all a lie. Lies, I tell you. Today in math I wrote a love note to Adam Brody. It was very mathamatical . I also passed a note to  Callie telling her to meet me in the quad at lunch, My bestest friends in the world are Callie, Erin, Aimee, Marny, and Amanda. Obviously, I have other friends too. Anyways, so Callie usually can help me figure out my guy problems, but she wasn't much help today. She was all, "Omhigod! You're into Rob! And Andrew all at once!". I'm telling you. She's insane. Believe me. Rob and Andrew are both into me also. That's the part I didn't tell her. I should have though. Andrew by accedentally bumped into me, but I'm pretty sure he did it on purpose. And I feel Rob's eyes on my back when we're in English class. God, I'm super confused. Amanda says I should do what my heart says, but it doesn't talk. And if it does, it's not talking loud enough.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;J &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12320341-111420311124283318?l=mixedventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixedventures.blogspot.com/feeds/111420311124283318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12320341&amp;postID=111420311124283318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12320341/posts/default/111420311124283318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12320341/posts/default/111420311124283318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixedventures.blogspot.com/2005/04/dont-you-just-love-it-when-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925809754102017026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12320341.post-111411454402092783</id><published>2005-04-21T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T13:02:40.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom Bomb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I woke up this morning, I expected just to you know, walk out the door and go to school. Sadly for me, this was not the case. I did however, get brutally attacked by a living time bomb named my mother. I woke up and she started yelling at the top of her lungs about the most obscure things that are completely irrelevant. She obviously woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. There was also something &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;suspicious about her today... Anyways, so I saw this black car on the way home from school today and it almost seemed like it was following me. Very scandalous. I'm totally scared that this scandalous looking man in black is going to sneak into my house at two in the morning and kidnap me. But I thought Michael Jackson was going to rape me in the middle of the night when I was at camp, but only because my friends told me he would. So who am I to talk. Maybe I'll see the scandalous man in black tomorrow. This could turn out very oddly. I love a good mystery. More later my blogging friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-Jennie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;PS. Anwar was kicked off of American Idol last night. How pathetically obvious. Bo-ring. And totally predictable if I do say so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12320341-111411454402092783?l=mixedventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixedventures.blogspot.com/feeds/111411454402092783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12320341&amp;postID=111411454402092783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12320341/posts/default/111411454402092783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12320341/posts/default/111411454402092783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixedventures.blogspot.com/2005/04/mom-bomb.html' title='Mom Bomb'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925809754102017026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12320341.post-111404068935344493</id><published>2005-04-20T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T16:44:49.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm Jennie. I'm 14. I have a little brother named Rocky. Ha. Weird name right? Especially compared to something so pathetically boring like Jennie. My friend Starr has a blog and I kind of wanted to start one too. Her's is &lt;a href="http://www.starrdeena.blogspot.com"&gt;www.starrdeena.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. It's very cool. My least favourite subject is math. Oh my god. I hate math and science. I can't think that way. Too complex for my literary mind. Writing is more my speed. I love American Idol and One Tree Hill, but my all time favourite show is Joan of Arcadia. It's the best. I have a lot of best friends, and I'm so happy because one of my friends recently got her first boyfriend! How fetch is that (fetch is a Mean Girls word meaning cool)? She's not a tomboy, but she's not girly either. I'm happy about that. At the moment, I don't have a boyfriend. I'm in love (LOL) with the guy who sits behind me in english and also the guy who sits beside me in science sometimes. I only like him when he's being not annoying...Which is almost never. My friend Aimee told me that I really should make a move or something, but really. I'm way too shy. Wait. I'm rambling. Whoops. Ah, American Idol's on in an hour. I can't wait. Someone will be kicked off tonight. I'm going to post my predictions. Scott Savol creeps me out. I'm sorry, but there's something wrong with that guy. Constantine seems like the kind of guy who'd be nice on camera, but mean off screen. Hey. that rhymes. And note to Constantine, your highlights look like you did them yourself from a home streak kit. Sorry. But it's true. Carrie Underwood is totally the coolest. Very country girl meets Kelly Clarkson. Bo Bice is kind of strange. I'm getting bored of him. Same with Anwar Robenson and Anthony Federov. Everyone else is kind of just there. Much love to all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Jennie xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12320341-111404068935344493?l=mixedventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mixedventures.blogspot.com/feeds/111404068935344493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12320341&amp;postID=111404068935344493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12320341/posts/default/111404068935344493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12320341/posts/default/111404068935344493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mixedventures.blogspot.com/2005/04/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925809754102017026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
