<?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-3089166395323340725</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:55:58.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CSamm's Island School Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016866253895700191</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>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089166395323340725.post-4110353284473036636</id><published>2009-05-04T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T10:10:36.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dangers of sexting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/sexting_txt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 501px;" src="http://techbrarian.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/sexting_txt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A message back: You're amazing too! And I can't believe we've been going out for a while now. You've been wondering what I would look like without my gear?  Keep on wondering because my answer is heck no. I have a friend who sent a picture of herself to her boyfriend without the gear and she went through a lot because somehow the pictures were sent all around the school( her boyfriend sent them). And when I think about it now, you're just like her boyfriend.  I don't think I want to have pictures of myself without the gear around cyberspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/csamms/Desktop/sexting_txt-198x300.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089166395323340725-4110353284473036636?l=csimms2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/feeds/4110353284473036636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2009/05/dangers-of-sexting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/4110353284473036636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/4110353284473036636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2009/05/dangers-of-sexting.html' title='Dangers of sexting'/><author><name>cierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016866253895700191</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-3089166395323340725.post-921555368287455498</id><published>2009-04-07T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T11:59:59.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never ever</title><content type='html'>The one thing I will never try to do is make a person do something they don't want to do. For example, lets say we are at amusement park and there is this roller coaster that I want to go on but my friend doesn't want to go on and I just pressure her/him to go on it even though they don't want to go. I will never try to do that because nobody should be pressure to something they don't want to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089166395323340725-921555368287455498?l=csimms2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/feeds/921555368287455498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2009/04/never-ever.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/921555368287455498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/921555368287455498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2009/04/never-ever.html' title='Never ever'/><author><name>cierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016866253895700191</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089166395323340725.post-8143539219443458375</id><published>2009-03-30T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T12:23:45.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First week of high school</title><content type='html'>Dear Mr. Lahana,&lt;br /&gt;My new school is not so bad after all. I was nervous at first but I'm having a great time and meeting new people. In my new school I'm not in class like I was in middle school, I'm on my own and I get to choose my classes(too bad I have to pick math). On my first day, I was late to my first class and almost got in trouble but I didn't know where my class and I'm new anyway so I shouldn't get in trouble. Anyway my school has a lot sports like vollyball, soccer. basketball, and swimming. I'm more into vollyball and swimming then all the other sports. I also found out Usher  went to my school, I found that so cool that a famous person went to my school once. Anyway I'm really enjoying my school.&lt;br /&gt;                                                    from Cierra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089166395323340725-8143539219443458375?l=csimms2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/feeds/8143539219443458375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-week-of-high-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/8143539219443458375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/8143539219443458375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-week-of-high-school.html' title='First week of high school'/><author><name>cierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016866253895700191</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-3089166395323340725.post-6167287030775746576</id><published>2009-03-18T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T11:56:16.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a random dream</title><content type='html'>OK  so had this dream where I was hanging with my friends at 134 park , then it got dark but it was only like 5:12 so I had to go. I was walking down a block and I cross the street and walk up. All of a sudden I couldn't walk right because I had heels on that came out of know where. While I was still trying to walk in the heels, I was crossing the street and car was coming toward me and I knew I was about to get hit so I just lay down and the stop on top of. After I got up and the guy got out of the car and I said I was sorry but he didn't say anything, he just walk away. So I started walking to my house and I notice he's was right behind him, So I started running and when I got to my house I lock the doors and hope he's doesn't knock on my door but he did and that's when I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089166395323340725-6167287030775746576?l=csimms2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/feeds/6167287030775746576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-had-random-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/6167287030775746576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/6167287030775746576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-had-random-dream.html' title='I had a random dream'/><author><name>cierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016866253895700191</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-3089166395323340725.post-8896629852285405774</id><published>2009-03-16T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T10:06:47.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The break in- Girlfriends story</title><content type='html'>Dear Max,&lt;br /&gt;   Why would you go on my account? You don't trust me or something? And if you don't trust me I have good news for you: I don't want to be with you. If I were you, I would have come up to me and spoke to you about how I felt. But instead you went on my account to see what was going on. I don't have anything to hide from you on my account,m but I need my privacy like you need yours. I don't like the fact you've been on my account 10 times already and try to act like you didn't when you know it was you. Not only have you been on my account more than me but you've been texting and calling me every minute and I need some space. This is why I can't be with you.&lt;br /&gt;                                                 From your ex&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089166395323340725-8896629852285405774?l=csimms2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/feeds/8896629852285405774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2009/03/break-in-girlfriends-story.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/8896629852285405774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/8896629852285405774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2009/03/break-in-girlfriends-story.html' title='The break in- Girlfriends story'/><author><name>cierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016866253895700191</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089166395323340725.post-325053690398471187</id><published>2009-03-06T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T09:39:46.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the break in- Boyfriend storys</title><content type='html'>1. Which answer did you pick first? why?&lt;br /&gt;I pick c because you should ask what going on to your boyfriend or girlfriend if you feel somethings wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Can you think of other things that people do online that they wouldn't normally do in person?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people will talk a lot of stuff to the person online but can't say it to there face. For example, let's say you're cursing to the person online and when they come up to you, you don't say anything. Another example is you don't really know a person online unless you know them in person because a person online can make it seem like they are something and you find out there not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How important is your privacy online? Do you care if your friends have your password? If you have one facebook and myspace do you let anyone view it?&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to give too many information online because you don't know what going to happen. I would say my name and have a couple of picture but I wouldn't have my number or my address or something else that has too many information. I do care if  my friends have my password because I don't want my friends to change up some stuff on my account.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089166395323340725-325053690398471187?l=csimms2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/feeds/325053690398471187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2009/03/break-in-boyfriend-storys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/325053690398471187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/325053690398471187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2009/03/break-in-boyfriend-storys.html' title='the break in- Boyfriend storys'/><author><name>cierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016866253895700191</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-3089166395323340725.post-7336750576738112027</id><published>2009-02-26T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T12:24:25.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo storytelling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEeiuW2uA7w/Sa2RCDYTMvI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/GbFdBNuortY/s1600-h/random+photo-+person+in+person-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEeiuW2uA7w/Sa2RCDYTMvI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/GbFdBNuortY/s320/random+photo-+person+in+person-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309059000192676594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan knew this day would come, she just didn't think it would happen today of all days. Her mom was in this situation before and they had to take the little person out her mouth but it was hard because the little person will scream and start cursing at you and fight you if u try to take them out the mouth. Megan don't remember how they got this little person out but they did somehow. Now Megan was dealing with this and she didn't know what to do."Hi' the little person said. It was hard for her to talk because the little person was in her mouth."gggggeeet out my mooooooth" Megan said. The little person started laughing." What if I don't, Is that a problem?. Megan was starting to get mad."fuuuuuuuudge yoou" Megan said. The little person look at her like she was crazy." I don't think you should TRY to curse at me" even though she wasn't trying to curse at him.For some reason Megan remember the only way to the little people out is hot sauce and if u think this stupid, I don't care  because it's my story. Anyway Megan got the hot sauce from the kitchen table and put the hot sauce in her mouth. The little person was screaming and soon he was gone. Megan was happy but her mouth was burning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089166395323340725-7336750576738112027?l=csimms2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/feeds/7336750576738112027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2009/02/photo-storytelling.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/7336750576738112027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/7336750576738112027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2009/02/photo-storytelling.html' title='Photo storytelling'/><author><name>cierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016866253895700191</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qEeiuW2uA7w/Sa2RCDYTMvI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/GbFdBNuortY/s72-c/random+photo-+person+in+person-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089166395323340725.post-3182978368766861693</id><published>2009-02-11T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T09:59:06.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Text Monster: Girlfriends story</title><content type='html'>1. which choice did you pick and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pick c because it's better if you just talk to your boyfriend if you feel there something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Has technology helped or hurt your friendship or relationship? how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;technology doesn't really help me with my friendship or relationship because it's better face to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What are the difference between talking with your friend face to face versus the phone versus through the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference between talking to a friend through a computer and talking to them in person is when there is something important to talk about it's about to talk to them in person instead of the computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089166395323340725-3182978368766861693?l=csimms2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/feeds/3182978368766861693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2009/02/text-monster-girlfriends-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/3182978368766861693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/3182978368766861693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2009/02/text-monster-girlfriends-story.html' title='Text Monster: Girlfriends story'/><author><name>cierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016866253895700191</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-3089166395323340725.post-8530713115154789762</id><published>2009-02-02T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T12:10:35.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>text monster</title><content type='html'>1. Which choice did you pick. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pick b because If you need your boyfriend or girlfriend to give you space you should tell them instead of making a lie so they could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.If you could of put one choice, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brake up because if you don't feel like working it out, you should just brake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever had to deal with a text monster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089166395323340725-8530713115154789762?l=csimms2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/feeds/8530713115154789762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2009/02/text-monster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/8530713115154789762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/8530713115154789762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2009/02/text-monster.html' title='text monster'/><author><name>cierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016866253895700191</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-3089166395323340725.post-5781036242082110674</id><published>2009-02-02T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T09:56:36.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I were a boy</title><content type='html'>1. What does Beyonce think guys are like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think beyonce think guys are that some guys can be unfaithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do agree or disagree with her? In some ways I agree with her because they are some guys that are unfaithful but there also guys that are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poem: If I were a boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a boy &lt;br /&gt;I'll play football&lt;br /&gt;and play yuh gi oh.&lt;br /&gt;If I were a boy&lt;br /&gt;I'll make jokes&lt;br /&gt;about people that&lt;br /&gt;are not even that&lt;br /&gt;funny but people will &lt;br /&gt;laugh at it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;If I were a boy I'll&lt;br /&gt;brag about hot I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089166395323340725-5781036242082110674?l=csimms2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/feeds/5781036242082110674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-i-were-boy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/5781036242082110674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/5781036242082110674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-i-were-boy.html' title='If I were a boy'/><author><name>cierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016866253895700191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089166395323340725.post-758457340796946417</id><published>2009-01-16T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:10:14.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>haiku</title><content type='html'>I am really bored&lt;br /&gt;Yet I still learned about math&lt;br /&gt;and I find it so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fraction are so hard&lt;br /&gt;addition is easy though&lt;br /&gt;I am still learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit in math class&lt;br /&gt;and go over the homework&lt;br /&gt;I find it easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089166395323340725-758457340796946417?l=csimms2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/feeds/758457340796946417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2009/01/haiku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/758457340796946417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/758457340796946417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2009/01/haiku.html' title='haiku'/><author><name>cierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016866253895700191</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-3089166395323340725.post-6327794044586484726</id><published>2009-01-16T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T07:28:49.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Instruction manual for life</title><content type='html'>1. This video is about a guy who's been doing what his parents do and finding out some of the things his parents do aren't right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I agree with this message because sometimes you do what you think is right when it really isn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089166395323340725-6327794044586484726?l=csimms2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/feeds/6327794044586484726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2009/01/instruction-manual-for-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/6327794044586484726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/6327794044586484726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2009/01/instruction-manual-for-life.html' title='Instruction manual for life'/><author><name>cierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016866253895700191</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-3089166395323340725.post-3957044600740132608</id><published>2009-01-12T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:19:31.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>barack obama</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src = "http://www.xtranormal.com/players/jwplayer.swf" width = "500"  height = "350" allowscriptaccess = "always" allowfullscreen = "true" flashvars = "height=350&amp;width=500&amp;file=http://video.xtranormal.com/highres/387160e6-e257-11dd-ab31-001b210ae39a_5.flv&amp;image=http://video.xtranormal.com/highres/387160e6-e257-11dd-ab31-001b210ae39a_5_0.jpg&amp;searchbar=false&amp;autostart=false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089166395323340725-3957044600740132608?l=csimms2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/feeds/3957044600740132608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2009/01/barack-obama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/3957044600740132608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/3957044600740132608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2009/01/barack-obama.html' title='barack obama'/><author><name>cierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016866253895700191</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-3089166395323340725.post-5020319573950211237</id><published>2009-01-05T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T12:01:55.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream decoding</title><content type='html'>Once I had a dream that I met Barrack Obama. I was outside in front of some store and all I heard was a voice saying The president of the united states. All of a sudden a car pulled up and I went in. I was sitting right next to Michelle Obama and her kids. Barrack Obama was in the front but for some reason he wasn't driving. I had a conversation with all of them and for some reason people were popping out of nowhere in the car. One of people that popped up was my aunt Wynne. When I looked at the back of the car there were extra seats and Two guys that I know were talking.  One of them was talking with a cheesy smile and he had teeth that were 5ft long. After that I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/barack%20obama" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb5/supaselecta/barack-obama-bw.png" border="0" alt="barack obama Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089166395323340725-5020319573950211237?l=csimms2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/feeds/5020319573950211237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2009/01/dream-decoding.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/5020319573950211237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/5020319573950211237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2009/01/dream-decoding.html' title='Dream decoding'/><author><name>cierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016866253895700191</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089166395323340725.post-1731416099970330620</id><published>2008-12-17T12:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T12:29:58.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Petland Discount</title><content type='html'>   Dear Petland Discount,&lt;div&gt;I think you should stop supporting the pet mills because they treat dogs very badly and the dogs are not very healthy. Dogs should be taken care of before they are sold to a owner. At Pet mills they keep them in cages and don't really clean them. Their doo doo is left in there cages and they let dead dogs stay in the cages. I really think you stop supporting the Pet mill and have clean healthy dogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cierra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089166395323340725-1731416099970330620?l=csimms2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/feeds/1731416099970330620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-petland-discount.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/1731416099970330620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/1731416099970330620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-petland-discount.html' title='To Petland Discount'/><author><name>cierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016866253895700191</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-3089166395323340725.post-3056438926553526555</id><published>2008-12-15T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T12:07:29.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasty concoction</title><content type='html'>One time I was  in the lunchroom with my friend at my old school and we decided to mix up our lunch.  I had chicken with some mash potatos and I put the the mash potatos over the chicken. After that I put my chocolate milk over that and mix it up. It's was very disgusting but so what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://3CCA7C49-1B1B-4383-98FD-458B90D66F94/image.tiff" /&gt;&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/3089166395323340725-3056438926553526555?l=csimms2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/feeds/3056438926553526555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2008/12/nasty-concoction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/3056438926553526555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/3056438926553526555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2008/12/nasty-concoction.html' title='Nasty concoction'/><author><name>cierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016866253895700191</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-3089166395323340725.post-588162673648430362</id><published>2008-12-15T09:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:56:44.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Child Farm Workers Part 2</title><content type='html'>what causes kids like Joseanna to drop out of school is the pressure to go to school but help your family by working in the fields. If I was in a situation like that I would feel stupid because I wouldn't know anything like all the kids. In the m.e.t program they don't want the teens working on the farm like they once did so they pay the kids to study and get the education they need.I think this a good idea because the teens wouldn't have to work on the farm like they always do.&lt;br /&gt;I would tell the owner of the grocery store that some of your food doesn't come from a regular farm and it's not adult doing all the work sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089166395323340725-588162673648430362?l=csimms2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/feeds/588162673648430362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2008/12/child-farm-workers-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/588162673648430362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/588162673648430362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2008/12/child-farm-workers-part-2.html' title='Child Farm Workers Part 2'/><author><name>cierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016866253895700191</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-3089166395323340725.post-2043512879367021387</id><published>2008-12-15T09:54:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:56:14.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Child Farm Workers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/t3am0x33/child20labor20in20factory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 303px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/t3am0x33/child20labor20in20factory.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;My name is Lois and I am fifteen years old. I work at a farm and it's not worth it because they pay us very little and we have to pick beans one by one which makes my back hurt and my legs hurt. They treat us like slaves instead of workers. I can't go to school because I'm busy at work and I have to because my family is very poor. My mom is dead and my sister works with me at the farm and she's only eight years old. My dad works but he gets very little money too! I'm scared for my family and I because everyday we're dying. If I could change my life, my sister and I would not work at this terrible place and go to school and be regular kids. My dad would have a decent job and we wouldn't be poor. I hope other people from wherever could help kids like me so I wouldn't be here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;                                                          Love,Lois&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089166395323340725-2043512879367021387?l=csimms2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/feeds/2043512879367021387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2008/12/child-farm-workers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/2043512879367021387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/2043512879367021387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2008/12/child-farm-workers.html' title='Child Farm Workers'/><author><name>cierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016866253895700191</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-3089166395323340725.post-2033275223003264464</id><published>2008-12-15T09:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:54:27.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tatoos</title><content type='html'>When I get older I wouldn't mind having a tattoo.I heard tattoos can mess up your skin but I only think it does if you put too much and I don't really think tattoos are disgusting. I wouldn't have a tattoo on my neck, I'll rather have it on my arm or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tattoos are not a good things but I wouldn't argue with people on they should or should not get tattoos because it's what people want and if you want to get a tattoos then you do whatever but if you don't, then don't get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089166395323340725-2033275223003264464?l=csimms2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/feeds/2033275223003264464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2008/12/tatoos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/2033275223003264464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/2033275223003264464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2008/12/tatoos.html' title='Tatoos'/><author><name>cierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016866253895700191</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-3089166395323340725.post-7081342325210601597</id><published>2008-12-15T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:54:10.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Person Would you most like to Stand by in a Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q296/j_mmy/iPod%20Shiz/AAliyah.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 450px;" src="http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q296/j_mmy/iPod%20Shiz/AAliyah.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though she's not alive I would like to stand in photo with her because she's one of my favorite singers and I enjoy her music r.i.p Aaliyah. If we had a photo taken I probably ask her for her autograph like all fans do and I think she will give me her autograph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089166395323340725-7081342325210601597?l=csimms2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/feeds/7081342325210601597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2008/12/even-though-shes-not-alive-i-would-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/7081342325210601597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/7081342325210601597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2008/12/even-though-shes-not-alive-i-would-like.html' title='Which Person Would you most like to Stand by in a Picture'/><author><name>cierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016866253895700191</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q296/j_mmy/iPod%20Shiz/th_AAliyah.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3089166395323340725.post-4892366273770888153</id><published>2008-12-15T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:51:42.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children mind gold in africa</title><content type='html'>1. If I owned the mines that the boys work in I wouldn't let them mess with any chemicals and I wouldn't let them worked that long and It shouldn't be a lot of children working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.I care about my family,some of my friends, and if I could help the children in Africa, I would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089166395323340725-4892366273770888153?l=csimms2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/feeds/4892366273770888153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2008/12/children-mind-gold-in-africa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/4892366273770888153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/4892366273770888153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2008/12/children-mind-gold-in-africa.html' title='Children mind gold in africa'/><author><name>cierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016866253895700191</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-3089166395323340725.post-8970136367632153773</id><published>2008-12-15T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:50:36.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src='http://docs.google.com/EmbedSlideshow?docid=dc9qcwzh_21hkhvmxgh' frameborder='0' width='410' height='342'&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3089166395323340725-8970136367632153773?l=csimms2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/feeds/8970136367632153773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/8970136367632153773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3089166395323340725/posts/default/8970136367632153773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csimms2188.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-summer.html' title='My Summer'/><author><name>cierra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04016866253895700191</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>
