<?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-6370047991822272521</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:28:55.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The High and Low Notes of My Day</title><subtitle type='html'>Music is my life; and this is my own little song, where I sing my heart out. If you don't like my sound, don't listen; otherwise, this is Ms.Music.Lover coming to you live from her mind. Now shut up and listen.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>304</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-6224745018213442021</id><published>2009-09-02T15:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T15:35:12.797-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Poop, I Did It Again.</title><content type='html'>You know the drill. I apologize for not writing, I explain why, I update everyone on my life. So here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I had a ton of summer work to frantically do, and school just started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;School started. I'm a Senior =]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There was a crazy huge scheduling mess at my school, but it all got sorted out and I have a schedule with my correct class. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love the APs I'm taking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm really excited about my photography class&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Graduation Committee (committee that plans graduation and I happen to be chair of) is going to kick me in the butt. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tri-M is amazing. I love being president&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;I got my laptop fixed. It had been acting up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;I still don't understand why &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; go out with &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Grease =] Nuff said. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;As for today, I think my cell phone is broke because it won't connect calls and I don't know what to do about it.... Oh well, I need a new one anyways. School has been pretty good so far, I love my APs, not so sure about my regular classes, but I'll get used to them. Life is okay right now, not to stressed, but I'm not bored out of my mind. It's a happy medium. But who knows how long that will last.... But you know what they say, God never gives you more then you can handle. I hope that's true. Anyways, I have homework and stuff to do now so....&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-6224745018213442021?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/6224745018213442021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=6224745018213442021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/6224745018213442021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/6224745018213442021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-poop-i-did-it-again.html' title='Oh Poop, I Did It Again.'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-1162731757882186466</id><published>2009-08-06T14:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T14:48:47.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Truckin' to Tri-M</title><content type='html'>Today I had an officers meeting for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tri&lt;/span&gt;-M. Licensed me can drive myself anywhere when I have a car to take. Today I had to take my dads truck. Not fun. The thing's huge, and long (that's what she said) and over all difficult to drive, and park. But I survived and now I have to finish packing because I'm leaving for Massachusetts tonight, to go to the family reunion up in Springfield. I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; because I get to see my family again, and be adored by 4 year old girls that love me. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom and I just got back from a college road trip, and I am in love with the University of Richmond. The campus was amazing, and I got that "feeling"; the "I could live here for the next four years and be extremely happy and content" feeling, and it felt great! Now I just have to get my SAT scores up. That feeling isn't so great. But over all, I'm pretty excited about the prospects of college. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm not excited about is my darn lap top. It keeps freezing, and just acting like a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;spaz&lt;/span&gt;, and I want to kill it. Hopefully my cousin &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Roni&lt;/span&gt; will be able to fix it, she's a computer wizard. But, I need to finish packing so....&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-1162731757882186466?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/1162731757882186466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=1162731757882186466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/1162731757882186466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/1162731757882186466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2009/08/truckin-to-tri-m.html' title='Truckin&apos; to Tri-M'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-601951356802812185</id><published>2009-07-19T22:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:52:53.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies, Baptisms, and More Babies</title><content type='html'>Today was a great day. My cousin Audrey's baptism was today, and I was her godmother. So when went to the church for the ceremony, and there were 7 babies being baptized today; it was crazy!!! But the ceremony was pretty nice, minus the priest asking for donations before you could get the Baptism certificate. After the ceremony, we went to a park and had a huge &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;picnic&lt;/span&gt; with the family, and just relaxed all afternoon. The ride home from New Jersey was a mess, and it took us forever! But overall, today was a good day. =]&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-601951356802812185?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/601951356802812185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=601951356802812185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/601951356802812185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/601951356802812185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2009/07/babies-baptisms-and-more-babies.html' title='Babies, Baptisms, and More Babies'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-5387660528945199839</id><published>2009-07-17T13:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T13:42:51.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Update</title><content type='html'>My life has been crazy good for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; past month, and I wish I would have shared it with you all.. But here it is. A Post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. School ended. I got my class ring, I'm a senior =]&lt;br /&gt;2. I was named Graduation Committee Chair which means I plan graduation and MC the event. Pretty psyched about that.&lt;br /&gt;3. VACATION! I went to New York for a week like I do every summer, and it was great. I went to the beach, got to see my family, and meet my new cousin Audrey.&lt;br /&gt;4. Speaking of Audrey, I'm going to be her godmother! My cousin Brennan, her mother, asked me and I'm pretty excited.&lt;br /&gt;5. I got my license!!! I'm a legal driver now!&lt;br /&gt;6. I also got my AP scores back. I got a 5 on Bio (5 is the highest &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;in case&lt;/span&gt; you didn't know) after slaving over that class all year. I got a 4 on AP Lang and AP World, which is kinda &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; since I thought I was going to fail World.&lt;br /&gt;7. It's summer =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this doesn't really make up for the month of not posting, but I'm finding now that I don't have as much to say. My days are pretty monotonous without school to make me crazy. But maybe things will start to get more exciting soon, because I am bored out of my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Harry Potter Wednesday night and I have a few complaints. I reread the book before the movie came out because I couldn't remember anything except the end; the cave, finiding the locket, Dumbledore dying. That's really all I could think of when I thought Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. So I reread the book to refresh my memory. Big mistake. After rereading the book, anything in the movie that wasn't exactly right stood out like a sore thumb. I still thought it was good, but I noticed everything that was different, and I didn't get to enjoy it as much as I should have. But one thing in the movie really irritated me. In the movie, Dumbledore never explained to Harry his theory on what the other four Horcruxes were, they just went off to get the locket, and Dumbledore died without giving Harry that extremely important information. Now, unless Hollyowood finds some one of explain all this to Harry in the last movie(s), Movie Harry has to figure out something Book Harry didn't have to. And anyone who doesn't read the books and just watches the movies, like my sister, won't understand what the last four Horcruxes are. That conversation sets up the entire last book, and they didn't put it in the movie. That irked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other then that, I like the movie. Daniel Radcliffe, Rupert Grint, and Tom Felton are all freaking adorbale. Plus, I love Ron and Hermione together =] It's a good movie, go see it. And sorry to anyone who doesn't read the books... I just ruined the ending for you, but there's the whole beginning and middle to watch. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I will keep posting... but you know me. =]&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-5387660528945199839?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/5387660528945199839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=5387660528945199839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/5387660528945199839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/5387660528945199839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2009/07/update.html' title='An Update'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-1684663206809568349</id><published>2009-06-07T14:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T15:02:11.865-04:00</updated><title type='text'>English Projects, Slippery Slides, and Bruised Elbows</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not posting, things have gotten kinda crazy, they are staring to calm down. This week has been a lot more chill then normal, but now that school is winding down, I have so many stupid final projects to do, one of them being English. Yesterday I took my SAT, and I think I did pretty okay on it. I know I'm going to need to take it again,but hopefully I got a good score. After the SAT Tommy and Jessica came over and we work on our English project, broke my trampoline, played at the park, and got eaten alive by bug bites... well, that was just me. At the park we were doing an obstacle course, and the slide got really wet, because it was night time. So I had a difficult time climbing up the slide. After the course, I tried climbing up the middle are and slipped and fell, hurting my back and elbow in the process. How I did it I will never know.... But overall, yesterday was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has just been chill, catching up on sleep and my blog. Tomorrow will be spent trying to finish video taping the project so we can edit Tuesday and Wednesday. As for now... well I have nothing to do, and nothing else to say.&lt;br /&gt;Time Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-1684663206809568349?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/1684663206809568349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=1684663206809568349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/1684663206809568349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/1684663206809568349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2009/06/english-projects-slippery-slides-and.html' title='English Projects, Slippery Slides, and Bruised Elbows'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-4204296984453266332</id><published>2009-05-31T18:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:32:49.819-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sore and Bored</title><content type='html'>This past week has been pretty busy, sorry for not posting. We had our guitar festival yesterday at Hershey Park and I am completely exhausted. Every single group from Bowie got superior ratings, and Advanced Guitar 2 won Overall Best Small Ensemble. So yesterday was pretty successful and fun. I'm just tired. And now I have nothing to do, which explains why I'm bored. I guess it's time to cleen my room....&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-4204296984453266332?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/4204296984453266332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=4204296984453266332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/4204296984453266332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/4204296984453266332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2009/05/sore-and-bored.html' title='Sore and Bored'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-5022818282477814227</id><published>2009-05-23T22:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T23:02:57.588-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Subconscious Matching</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;So today my mother treated me, Trisha, and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; Jessica to pedicures and manicures, and I was having a difficult time deciding on a color. So, I did my toes in one color and my fingernails another color, and the two colors match my bedsheets. How perfect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Today was a fun day. Jessica came over and we went over to Mrs. Reams house to get dresses for a show at our school. Then we came back to my house and worked on a bunch of different projects, then went to get our nails done. We had a nice family &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;barbecue&lt;/span&gt; outside, and then sat down to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Slumdog&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Millionaire&lt;/span&gt;, which was AMAZING! And now I'm doing this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had to babysit 7 kids, which wasn't as bad as it seems, but I was so tired at the end of the night that I fell asleep before the parents got home and woke up as they walked in the door. All the kids were asleep, but I still felt bad. So much for the alarm I set to wake me up!&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm pretty exhausted now. Time for this girl to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-5022818282477814227?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/5022818282477814227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=5022818282477814227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/5022818282477814227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/5022818282477814227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2009/05/subconscious-matching.html' title='Subconscious Matching'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-43588553342439766</id><published>2009-05-21T20:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:05:50.379-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna Have a Good Day</title><content type='html'>The title of this blog comes from the song Good Day by Click Five, who I used to be obsessed with in 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade. But the lyrics sing sing true of today. First I got my SAT2 Subject test scores back, and I scored an 750 out of 800 on the biology section. I got a 610 on Lit, which isn't that bad considering I hadn't taken the course, and 570 on US which i expected, because I completely forgot everything from freshman year. So I'm pretty happy with my scores.&lt;br /&gt;We finished the cat dissection today, and we had so pretty interesting events occur today. We couldn't find our cats kidney's today, because they were completely covered by fat, which is not normal. When we pushed back the digestive organs we saw these two huge pink structures and had no idea what they were, so we called our Ms. Jenkins to help us find the kidney's and they weren't they. She thought the pink structures might have been the ovaries, but we had already found those. So she told us to cut out one of the pink structures and do a cross sections to see if it was the kidney. It was. Our kidney was completely covered by this huge fat membrane. It was pretty weird. A lot of the cats were sick, one had heart worms, and our lungs were all black. But this dissection was pretty cool overall, once you got to the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One semi-bad thing happened today. We had the reelections for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NHS&lt;/span&gt; vice president today, since me and Tommy tied last time, and Tommy won. But I'm okay with it. I told myself I wouldn't get angry or upset about the election, and I haven't. My friend won, and is happy so I'm happy. I just keep thinking back about who voted for who, and I really need to stop, because that won't help anything. I already am president of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tri&lt;/span&gt;-M music honor society and treasurer of Best Buddies. Tommy can have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;NHS&lt;/span&gt; VP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about today was the weather. It was beautiful outside, not to hot but still sunny. There wasn't a single cloud in the sky. I reclined on the trampoline and listened to music, and then I went to the park with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ify&lt;/span&gt; just to relax and be a little kid again. Then I came home and watched Sense and Sensibility, which was so romantic. I really need to read more Jane Austen. So overall, I had a good day, and tomorrow is Friday, and then it's the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-43588553342439766?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/43588553342439766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=43588553342439766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/43588553342439766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/43588553342439766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2009/05/gonna-have-good-day.html' title='Gonna Have a Good Day'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-2269279076354382287</id><published>2009-05-20T17:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:23:44.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cat and the Queen</title><content type='html'>Today, we finally started our cat dissection. Chris, Gabby, and I named our cat Captain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dreamsicle&lt;/span&gt; because of her orange coat. I have to admit, I was a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;creeped&lt;/span&gt; out at first, but once we got to the inside, it was pretty cool. I can handle the guts, it was the face I couldn't handle. The only really disgusting thing is the smell; the cats don't smell dead, but they have so many preservatives in them that stink so badly! I feel like I'm inhaling a chemical plant. I really want to start the circulatory system section; right now were in the middle of the digestive system which is boring, but we have all week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually played guitar today in class, which is not a normal occurrence. I also learned how to play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Habanera&lt;/span&gt; thanks to Devon, who played it for me so I could hear how the parts go. I can read music well, but with guitar, I really need to hear how the part is supposed to sound so I know when I'm playing it wrong and can fix it. So now I know almost all of my music for festival. I have all of advanced guitar 1 music, now I just need to finish learning level 2, which shouldn't be too bad because I played the other 2 songs last year, just different parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HSA&lt;/span&gt; testing took forever today, so they just extended 3rd period into fourth, so I didn't go to English today. We just more of Escape From &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sobibor&lt;/span&gt; in World, which is about a revolt in Nazi death camp. The movie is pretty interesting, it's just kind of hard to watch sometimes because of the subject, and what we know now about the camps.  But overall, today was a pretty chill day, and now I have the house to myself, and food to cook, because my parents just left for my brothers baseball game. Time to watch TV. =]&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-2269279076354382287?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/2269279076354382287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=2269279076354382287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/2269279076354382287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/2269279076354382287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2009/05/cat-and-queen.html' title='The Cat and the Queen'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-4524188726487932720</id><published>2009-05-19T21:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:31:02.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Practice Makes Perfect</title><content type='html'>Today I did something I never do; I practiced my guitar music for festival. Shocker, I know! The rest of my day was pretty boring though. In pre-calc we just taught ourselves. In biology we watched Madagascar 2 and we didn't start our cat dissection like we were supposed to. We sang in choir, and I made up a test. And English was literally 2 seconds long since first and second period we're extended for testing. Mads auditions we're after school today, and I really hope I made it this year. But it's in the hands of Mrs. Minor and Ms. Ryon. Tomorrow is going to be another boring day that results in boring posts, but at least I'm posting. =]&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-4524188726487932720?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/4524188726487932720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=4524188726487932720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/4524188726487932720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/4524188726487932720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2009/05/practice-makes-perfect.html' title='Practice Makes Perfect'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-324847105547925026</id><published>2009-05-18T18:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T18:23:16.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Golden Afternoon</title><content type='html'>Today, I spent my time lazily reading on my trampoline. It was great. The sun warmed my face and the spring breeze relaxed me as I was enthralled with The Luxe. If you haven't read it you should; it's a great book. Very dramatic. Today was a boring day at school though. HSA testing began which meant first and second period went on for hours! But we had a bit of a party in English celebrating the end of AP tests for the year, which was fun. The rest of this week is going to go by extremely slow, but I guess that's better then being swamped with homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the blog front, I decided a change of scenery would get the creative juice flowing, so I changed my template, and have more to alter. So blog is under construction for now, until I get the feel I want. But it's getting close. Feedback on the new look would be appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-324847105547925026?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/324847105547925026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=324847105547925026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/324847105547925026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/324847105547925026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2009/05/golden-afternoon.html' title='A Golden Afternoon'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-2071877852700272821</id><published>2009-05-17T21:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:43:17.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BACK!!!</title><content type='html'>To anyone who ever read this, I am truly sorry for abandoning my blog. I don't really know what happened &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; all of a sudden I just stopped checking my blog, even though I had plenty of time to. I think it my life was just moving to fast for me to stop a reflect, which is what I do here. But things are finally slowing down. School is coming to an end and I am about to be a SENIOR! Can you believe it? I can! Last week was AP week, and I survived my three AP exams. Now I just have to wait til July to get my score reports back. But this means the end of the year will consist of movies and busy work which is fine by me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pop's&lt;/span&gt; was last weekend, and me and my sister did a duet of Hello, Goodbye. The theme was British Invasion and it was so much fun! Speaking of fun, I cannot wait for summer and for this year to be over! I have worked so hard, I need a break! So, that was a recap of my life since March. Sorry for not writing, but I would like to thank Just a girl name for her message. It really means a lot to me that people read what I write, and enjoy it. Now I won't stop writing. =]&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-2071877852700272821?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/2071877852700272821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=2071877852700272821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/2071877852700272821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/2071877852700272821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m BACK!!!'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-3873772396216751292</id><published>2009-03-16T18:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:29:13.339-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Endings and, Well... Just Endings</title><content type='html'>So this weekend was closing weekend for All Shook Up. It was ridiculously sad, but I had so much fun doing the show. Now it's time to catch up in school, and sleep. Lol. Speaking of homework, I have massive loads of biology to do right now. So time to get started.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-3873772396216751292?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/3873772396216751292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=3873772396216751292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/3873772396216751292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/3873772396216751292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2009/03/endings-and-well-just-endings.html' title='Endings and, Well... Just Endings'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-5467658347142211248</id><published>2009-03-03T19:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:07:37.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening Weekend, Snow Day, and Junk</title><content type='html'>Last weekend was opening weekend for All Shook Up! It went great, and it means I have no more rehearsals!!!! =] We had a massive snow storm yesterday, that I didn't get to play in because I was sick. Not fun. Now I'm working on school, and school only! So, there's an update for you.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-5467658347142211248?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/5467658347142211248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=5467658347142211248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/5467658347142211248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/5467658347142211248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2009/03/opening-weekend-snow-day-and-junk.html' title='Opening Weekend, Snow Day, and Junk'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-334049723658868626</id><published>2009-02-22T00:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T00:16:57.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Set Builiding and 50's Hair &amp; Make-Up</title><content type='html'>Today I slept, til 12, which was great. Then I went to set building at 1:30 and painted, and painted, and did more painting. The hair and make up work shop was today at 6, and all the guys got their hair cut, and my friend Zack got all of his gorgeous, soft hair chopped off. =[ It was pretty sad. My hair got styled, so I just have to figure out how to recreate the look. Tomorrow is homework day; I have a lot to catch up on. Right now I'm watching SNL, and getting ready for bed. So that's all folks.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-334049723658868626?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/334049723658868626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=334049723658868626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/334049723658868626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/334049723658868626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2009/02/set-builiding-and-50s-hair-make-up.html' title='Set Builiding and 50&apos;s Hair &amp; Make-Up'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-8155972757198792971</id><published>2009-02-18T09:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T15:30:45.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhaustion</title><content type='html'>I have never been so tired in my life. Rehearsals every day from 5 to 9, plus homework, and trying to sleep. So my blog has been out of my mind. But the show opens soon, which is good. So here are some updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We had our energy team competition, and we got 3rd place, which was good =]&lt;br /&gt;* I got into coffee house, and the dress rehearsal is today, and the real thing Friday, which is exciting!!! =]&lt;br /&gt;* My new room is coming along! My dad has been working on converting the garage into my room, and its almost done! I'm excited. =]&lt;br /&gt;*I have a pre-calc project due tomorrow and no time to do it =[&lt;br /&gt;So that's all folks. Just wanted to prove I am still breathing, even though I am dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-8155972757198792971?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/8155972757198792971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=8155972757198792971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/8155972757198792971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/8155972757198792971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2009/02/exhaustion.html' title='Exhaustion'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-7363884918614481727</id><published>2009-02-03T21:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:46:48.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressing Like a Mug</title><content type='html'>This week is going to be crazy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hectic&lt;/span&gt;. Biology project plus eight hour &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rehearsals&lt;/span&gt; equals cranky me. Sorry for not posting. =[&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-7363884918614481727?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7363884918614481727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=7363884918614481727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/7363884918614481727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/7363884918614481727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2009/02/stressing-like-mug.html' title='Stressing Like a Mug'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-4743456426548006315</id><published>2009-01-27T22:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:19:23.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day and Drama</title><content type='html'>Today was crazy! We had snow, which was great. And we got out two hours early. Me, Shannon, and Paulina went to go play in the snow, and then we chilled back at my place. But I did have some drama to deal with, but whatever. I'm really tired, and hoping I don't have school tomorrow. So, I need to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-4743456426548006315?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/4743456426548006315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=4743456426548006315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/4743456426548006315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/4743456426548006315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow-day-and-drama.html' title='Snow Day and Drama'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-7026440216152411876</id><published>2009-01-24T20:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T20:32:26.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>80's Dresses, Dirty Old Shoes, and a Rickety Roller Coaster</title><content type='html'>Today was pretty fun. I had to wake up to go clean out the costume closet at Bowie. I spent the entire day looking at dress after dress, ugly pant suit after pant suit, and every type of costume you could imagine. But, it was pretty fun. We also went down to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BRAVA&lt;/span&gt; center, to see the set, and we got to climb onto the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;roller coaster&lt;/span&gt;, which is pretty freaking awesome. You can walk straight across it. Lots of fun. But, I am pretty tired. I'm not looking forward to tomorrow, I have to go driving with my instructor and I anticipate it being extremely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt;... So I must go to sleep, and prepare for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-7026440216152411876?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7026440216152411876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=7026440216152411876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/7026440216152411876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/7026440216152411876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2009/01/80s-dresses-dirty-old-shoes-and-rickety.html' title='80&apos;s Dresses, Dirty Old Shoes, and a Rickety Roller Coaster'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-7674328802450473812</id><published>2009-01-23T08:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T09:00:12.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No Post</title><content type='html'>These past two weeks have been crazy busy, between rehersals from 5 to 9, and school work, I just haven't been able to find the time, or energy to post. But right now, I'm in school. Guitar first period, and I never have anything to do, so I figured I would get on and inform anyone who reads this that I am not dead, and I am sorry. The play has just been a crazy huge commitment, plus the Energy Team competition is coming up soon, and the research paper was due tuesday. And, Coffee House auditons are coming up, and Ms. Chair over here has a lot to do to prepare. So, I really do barely have the time to even think about what to write. As much as I love my blog, it just doesn't ever really make it onto the "Shit I MUST Do Today" list. But I do think about it, and the few (possibly none) loyal readers who have read my writing. But, my blog in't really for the readers, even though I love them and love writing for them, it's about my life; The High and Low Notes of My Day. And these past few days, okay weeks, have been to hetic to even contemplate writing. It's like my day is just one long phrase of eighth notes, with no room to breathe. But, I should be coming up for air soon. So thank you for understanding.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-7674328802450473812?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7674328802450473812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=7674328802450473812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/7674328802450473812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/7674328802450473812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long Time No Post'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-7647401915975690446</id><published>2009-01-15T19:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:36:43.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework Needs To Be Asexaul</title><content type='html'>I know, it's a corny joke, but I wish my homework was asexual so it would do itself. Right now, I'm not doing my homework, so I can pay some attetion to my neglected blog. My life has been kinda crazy, with rehersal, school, and all my extracurriculars. But I have a lonnnng weekend coming up, so I can get a much needed break. Thank god. But alas, I must get back to my assignments. So I bid you farewell.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-7647401915975690446?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7647401915975690446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=7647401915975690446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/7647401915975690446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/7647401915975690446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2009/01/homework-needs-to-be-asexaul.html' title='Homework Needs To Be Asexaul'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-3574518278973232935</id><published>2009-01-11T22:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:19:27.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Model Building is a Pain In My Ass</title><content type='html'>I spent the entire weeking working on a model of my high school with my friend Ify. I have no exciting stories to tell, no witty banter (even though there was none to begin with), no ironic incidents, only a tired body. So I am going to sleep. I have a busy week ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-3574518278973232935?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/3574518278973232935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=3574518278973232935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/3574518278973232935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/3574518278973232935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2009/01/model-building-is-pain-in-my-ass.html' title='Model Building is a Pain In My Ass'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-2569555246241081640</id><published>2009-01-08T21:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T21:53:05.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sore Muscles and Busy Morning</title><content type='html'>So today I had rehersal for All Shook Up, and we start each day with a 30 minute work out, and my muscles are so sore, because I am a fatty and am out of shape. But of course, I had to leave practice early to go to driving school which is not fun. So I barely got to eat anything, and I now I'm here. Doing this. But I must cut htis short, I need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-2569555246241081640?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/2569555246241081640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=2569555246241081640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/2569555246241081640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/2569555246241081640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2009/01/sore-muscles-and-busy-morning.html' title='Sore Muscles and Busy Morning'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-2728282108137157175</id><published>2009-01-07T21:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:54:59.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy, Busy Life</title><content type='html'>So, I started school again Monday and things have been crazy busy. Driving school has continued to drive me to insanity, and play practice started today, but of course I couldn't go because I had driving school. Tomorrow is going to be crazy, because I have driving schooland practice, and I need to go to both. Plus I have Tri-M and NHS. So, I need to get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-2728282108137157175?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/2728282108137157175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=2728282108137157175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/2728282108137157175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/2728282108137157175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2009/01/crazy-busy-life.html' title='Crazy, Busy Life'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-1147601217741551410</id><published>2009-01-04T18:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:46:59.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Biology Extra Credit Puts Me to Sleep</title><content type='html'>It's 6:42. I've gotten a paragraph of my extra credit paper done. I started at 4. I'm pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been so boring. I finished all of my required homework, now I just have the extra stuff left. Normally, I wouldn't do the extra credit, but the extra points get added to the test, and those points really do help me, and keep my getting A's on exams. But I'm so bored, and lazy. And I'm tired... but I need to get back to work, so that's it.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-1147601217741551410?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/1147601217741551410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=1147601217741551410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/1147601217741551410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/1147601217741551410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2009/01/biology-extra-credit-puts-me-to-sleep.html' title='Biology Extra Credit Puts Me to Sleep'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-7546276661596585495</id><published>2009-01-03T20:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:30:34.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Weekend and The Consequences of Procrastination</title><content type='html'>So, since I tend to procrastinate, I wasted my entire two week break doing nothing, and now I have all my break work to do. I finished AP World, and half of english, so I only have that and then extra credit for biology to do tomorrow. So nothing major happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a different story. I went to the mall with Devon, Chris, and Tommy. We basically just walked around the mall, and I finally got Twilight in hard cover, so my collection is complete. Tommy and I took one of the photo booth pictures and it turned out really cute. I was mad though because we took four differnt pictures but it only printed out one copy of a single picture. Overall it was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-7546276661596585495?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7546276661596585495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=7546276661596585495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/7546276661596585495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/7546276661596585495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2009/01/boring-weekend-and-consequences-of.html' title='Boring Weekend and The Consequences of Procrastination'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-9177891085087018652</id><published>2008-12-31T23:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:20:23.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>I hope every had a great 2008, and an even better 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty bland. Driving school in the morning, reading during the day, driving at dusk, and partying tonight. Not real partying, sleepover partying. Paulina's spending the night. I really need to get started on my break work though.... so that will be tomorrows task.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-9177891085087018652?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/9177891085087018652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=9177891085087018652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/9177891085087018652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/9177891085087018652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-1618542039847718060</id><published>2008-12-30T14:37:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T14:58:53.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom Leads to Picnik</title><content type='html'>To begin, I am a horrible slacker. When I started this blog almost a year ago, I said I was going to post everyday. But lately my posting habits have changed. Mostly because I have nothing to talk about; my life is hopelessly boring right now. So, I've been contemplating on whether I should just post once a week. But I realized that I have time to post, I just haven't been. So, I should be getting back on track soon. Plus, blogging everyday gives me an opportunity to write, and it's improved my writing. Plus my blog is my child, I can't abandon it. So my vacation is over. Now it's time to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the start of driving school, where I spend three hours of my life being bored to tears. I mean, the instructor is nice, and he's pretty funny sometimes, it's just not an interesting subject. I mean, who wants to learn about driving? I know it's important, but it's still really dull. So hopefully it will get less boring... but I highly doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been pretty boring, but I have been slightly productive. I've been on picnik for the last half-an-hour, and I've edited some cool pictures. The picture directly below this is from Hawaii, at the Arizona Memorial. I applied my favorite effect, Cinema Scope, which makes the picture look like an old-time movie, then added Vingette to make the bored, and draw attention to the center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/SVp6pggoVII/AAAAAAAAAJ8/TF16RJtWwrs/s1600-h/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285671966192718978" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/SVp6pggoVII/AAAAAAAAAJ8/TF16RJtWwrs/s320/image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture below is from my trip up to New York's Wine Country. This is a light house on the beach. I added Cinema Scope, and 1960's tint, which makes the picture look older. That's another one of my favorite effects. Normally, I just edit photos of me and my friends, just for fun. But these two pictures I actually took a bit more seriously, trying to be artistic. =] But more than that, I wanted the pictures to look better then the original, which I think I suceeded in. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/SVp6pgRyaVI/AAAAAAAAAKE/f2aKrAXb2Kw/s1600-h/weekend+in+wine+country+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285671966130465106" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/SVp6pgRyaVI/AAAAAAAAAKE/f2aKrAXb2Kw/s320/weekend+in+wine+country+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-1618542039847718060?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/1618542039847718060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=1618542039847718060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/1618542039847718060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/1618542039847718060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/12/boredom-leads-to-picnik.html' title='Boredom Leads to Picnik'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/SVp6pggoVII/AAAAAAAAAJ8/TF16RJtWwrs/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-5062513114416764728</id><published>2008-12-26T23:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T23:49:27.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day at the Mall, Spending Unneccessary Amounts of Money</title><content type='html'>I spent today at the mall, buying myself the things I didn't get for Christmas, which was a lot, since this year was a very, very small christmas. I was a little sour about it yesterday, but I've kinda gotten over it, I sounded like a materialistic bitch yesterday. But I was just not having a good day in general yesterday. Especially, when I burnt my throat. It still hurts. =[ I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed, with very little sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also saw Marley &amp;amp; Me at the mall today, and I cried sooooo much! The ending was so sad, Paulina and I were bawling our eyes out. But it was a really funny movie. I liked it, and while we were waiting in line to get into the theater, I was talking to this really cute little kid outside the theater. Apparently I look like some girl named Amanda. But Peter, the little boy, was really cute. So, today was a much better day then yesterday. But, I hope you all had a good holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-5062513114416764728?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/5062513114416764728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=5062513114416764728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/5062513114416764728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/5062513114416764728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-at-mall-spending-unneccessary.html' title='Day at the Mall, Spending Unneccessary Amounts of Money'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-6238650474060983888</id><published>2008-12-24T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T22:39:57.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Almost Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Well, I hope everyone has a very merry Christmas, a super Happy Hannuka, and a peaceful Kwanza! Basically, a good holiday, whatever you celebrate! So, Merry Christmas from Ms.Music.Lover!&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time (after Santa has visited you!)&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-6238650474060983888?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/6238650474060983888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=6238650474060983888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/6238650474060983888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/6238650474060983888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-almost-christmas.html' title='Merry Almost Christmas!'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-3289873110595522315</id><published>2008-12-22T21:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T22:04:48.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning Does Help</title><content type='html'>Today I cleaned my room. Like cleaned, cleaned. not just straighten up. I reorganized EVERYTHING! And, I found my make-up! I thought someone stole it, but it was really just in a basket undernearth my desk! So, now I know where everything is, and I can function properly. Plus Devon came over, and we Facebook-stalked people. It's what we do... lol. Today was okay, kinda boring up tonight, which was fun. Yesterday was the family christmas party at my Aunt Ruth's house, so I got to see all my family, which was good. And, I'm going to be a godmother! My cousin Brennan is pregnant, and she wants me to be the godmother! So I'm excited about that. Overall, this weekend was good, and now I have the next two weeks off, so I will basically sleep till 12, and do nothing. So posts will be boring. But they will be coming. I slacked off a lot this month; I was just wayyyy too stressed out, and forgetful. But I'm back now, so that's good.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-3289873110595522315?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/3289873110595522315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=3289873110595522315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/3289873110595522315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/3289873110595522315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/12/cleaning-does-help.html' title='Cleaning Does Help'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-9121180324999868918</id><published>2008-12-20T14:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T14:44:26.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Bash!</title><content type='html'>Today is my birthday!!! I am soooo excited for tonight, it's going to be amazing! Last night was fun too! I can't wait!!! I must go get dolled up soon, so I'm going to have to cut this short. I'll tell you all about my party tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-9121180324999868918?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/9121180324999868918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=9121180324999868918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/9121180324999868918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/9121180324999868918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/12/birthday-bash.html' title='Birthday Bash!'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-8129631320712389865</id><published>2008-12-19T14:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T15:06:59.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally FREE!</title><content type='html'>School is out and it is officially break! I am SOOOOO excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too top it off today was a great day, minus the biology test I took second period. Lots of gifts, and no really work. So it was pretty chill. I got a really cute purse from my friend Ify for my birthday, and Tommy let me have Cutie Pie. She's a really cute dinosaur key chain, and I'm her in our little dino squad. She's quite adorable. Me and Tommy actually chilled like all 4th period long in Ms. Jenkins room after we finished writing our essays. And tonight is Page's holiday party that I am super excited for! Today has just been great! It started out bad, but got better and better as the day when on. AND, tomorrow is my birthday!!! I am SOOOOOOOO excited for that! I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-8129631320712389865?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/8129631320712389865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=8129631320712389865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/8129631320712389865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/8129631320712389865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/12/finally-free.html' title='Finally FREE!'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-751440390255712340</id><published>2008-12-16T22:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T22:10:11.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays, Beds, and Film Reviews</title><content type='html'>Today was my little brothers 9th birthday! He's getting so old! We went out to dinner, and he got to have the resturant say happy birthday, which was cute. But I've spent the last three hours working on my AP World project, right two film reviews; one for Girl with a Pearl Earring and Vanity Fair. So now I am going to bed, because I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. 4 more days till my birthday! Well, practically 3.=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-751440390255712340?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/751440390255712340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=751440390255712340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/751440390255712340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/751440390255712340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/12/birthdays-beds-and-film-reviews.html' title='Birthdays, Beds, and Film Reviews'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-3965698990933191153</id><published>2008-12-14T21:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:19:52.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Lights and A Car Accident</title><content type='html'>So today has not been that great of a day, but lets start with yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the entire day at Ify's house working on various projects. Tommy came over too, and I actually had fun. I didn't go to bed till around one, since I stayed up trying to get homework done. I woke up this morning and drove to church. I parked the car, and was about to get out when another car backed up right into the mini van! I was so freaked out! I mean, no one was hurt, but its still nerve racking when you have an accident, even though it was not my fault. But anyways, I spent the rest of church worrying about it, and then spent the rest of the day trying to do my homework, and I was not very successful. I mean, I'm going on a field trip tomorrow, so its not that big of a deal, but I just have so much shit to do this week. I'm just counting down the days till my birthday...  6.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-3965698990933191153?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/3965698990933191153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=3965698990933191153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/3965698990933191153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/3965698990933191153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-lights-and-car-accident.html' title='Christmas Lights and A Car Accident'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-5294476166694190953</id><published>2008-12-10T21:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:33:12.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Crap</title><content type='html'>Today was pretty much crap. It was unseasonally warm, and rainy. And I spent the majority of the day mad at Tommy, and trying to get myself out of akward situations. Not fun. Tomorrow will prove to be even worse because it's an A day, and I have a DBQ in world that I need to study for, so I am going to go do that now.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sorry for like not posting at all the past week, if anybody actually reads this....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-5294476166694190953?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/5294476166694190953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=5294476166694190953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/5294476166694190953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/5294476166694190953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-crap.html' title='Oh Crap'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-6797176203147600916</id><published>2008-12-07T18:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T18:47:30.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>... And Today Sucked</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was great; today, not. I spent the day trying to do homework, and the Giants lost there game. So today was bad. Tomorrow is probably going to be worse, since I have my winter concert tomorrow night for choir and we are going to suck. Plus I have a ton of biology due tuesday, that I should be working on now, but I'm not. I really want to some food right now, so hopefully dinner will be ready soon...&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-6797176203147600916?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/6797176203147600916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=6797176203147600916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/6797176203147600916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/6797176203147600916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-today-sucked.html' title='... And Today Sucked'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-7052330312387523683</id><published>2008-12-06T22:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T22:23:07.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seduction Dress, Snowing Nights, and a Great Hair Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today was over all a great day. I woke up early to help out with the SUMMIT testing, so me, Tommy, and Page were all hanging out, and it was a lot of fun. Especially when me and Page were laughing our pants off at the thought of me trying to seduce someone! Hence, the seduction dress, that comes with its very own seduction couch. She even drew a picture of it!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/STtA_2Atb4I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/rb243dZjcNI/s1600-h/1206081001a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276882853969096578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/STtA_2Atb4I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/rb243dZjcNI/s320/1206081001a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was also amazing because it SNOWED! Not a lot, but I don't judge; I love snow in all forms. Me and shannon walked home in it. It was really pretty. And, my hair looked great all day today, even though it froze on my way to Bowie, but still. It look great. Lol. Today was just great. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till Next Time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-7052330312387523683?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7052330312387523683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=7052330312387523683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/7052330312387523683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/7052330312387523683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/12/seduction-dress-snowing-nights-and.html' title='Seduction Dress, Snowing Nights, and a Great Hair Day'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/STtA_2Atb4I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/rb243dZjcNI/s72-c/1206081001a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-7185409409537506426</id><published>2008-12-05T20:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T20:39:51.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy as a Bee</title><content type='html'>This week has been ridiculously busy! Tons of homework, and no time to blog. =[ But today wasn't too bad. School wasokay. Mrs. Burns asked my to skim through a book she bought for her daughter to make sure it was appropriate... but the book was really interesting, so I definately want to read that series. Biology was biology, and I missed most of worl history for a choir sectional, which was productive. English was actually fun; Tommy and I were just being stupid most of the class period, but I like that class, so it was good. Energy team was blah, but Devon picked me up from school since she can drive now and came over to my house to practice Silent Night for the Tri-M concert. It sounds really good, so I'm excited! So now, I'm just chilling, and freezing sinces it's cold in my room. But that was my day.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-7185409409537506426?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7185409409537506426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=7185409409537506426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/7185409409537506426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/7185409409537506426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/12/busy-as-bee.html' title='Busy as a Bee'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-5139429273213006971</id><published>2008-12-02T21:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:44:14.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Problematic Party Planning and Annoying Essays</title><content type='html'>Wow, I've been slacking. But These past two days have been kinda crazy. So yesterday I found out I can't have my party where I wanted to, so me and my mom had to find another place to have it. Thankfully we've gotten everything straightened out, so that crisis was averted. But I just spent the last hour and a half writing a stupid english essay; it's a piece of crap. I feel like I was so redundant and just said the same thing over and over and over again. Oh well, that's what rough drafts are for. But on a much more annoying note, the one person I truely cannot deal with has me for Secret Santa and it's all Tommy's fault! He just had to go tell her about it! He does not know how to keep information from people! So that's going to be akward... but I need to stop thinking about it. Devon came over today and we worked on guitar music, and I am no further along and the concert is in two weeks. I'm screwed. But I did get to see Devon's car! She's my first driving friends, no wait, Emily might be but she lives in Ellicott City. The outside of Devon's car is pretty crappy, but the inside is really nice, which is kinda funny. I also had to go to Trisha's winter concert, and I spent it trying to figure out this really hard suduko. It was seriously making me soooooo mad, I just gave up! But now I must go talk to my mom about the invitations then go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-5139429273213006971?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/5139429273213006971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=5139429273213006971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/5139429273213006971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/5139429273213006971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/12/problematic-party-planning-and-annoying.html' title='Problematic Party Planning and Annoying Essays'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-8633972616595266937</id><published>2008-11-29T23:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T22:14:21.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Was Boring</title><content type='html'>I did nothing today. Literally. I spent the majority of the day on the computer, listening to the music I got last night. I did some biology, and went to church, and that was it. And now I'm tired. So I'm going to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-8633972616595266937?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/8633972616595266937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=8633972616595266937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/8633972616595266937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/8633972616595266937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-was-boring.html' title='Today Was Boring'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-3517274375761444097</id><published>2008-11-28T22:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:29:55.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday Blues</title><content type='html'>Today I woke up at 3:30 to go shopping. I'm exhausted. And I'm going to bed. Sorry for the short post.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-3517274375761444097?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/3517274375761444097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=3517274375761444097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/3517274375761444097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/3517274375761444097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/11/black-friday-blues.html' title='Black Friday Blues'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-3980418143583804948</id><published>2008-11-27T21:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T21:27:09.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Day Food and Black Friday Shooping</title><content type='html'>So, Happy Thanksgiving Day to everyone! Today was a pretty good day, lots of food, crazy pictures with the siblings, and awesome pie. Lol. But I need to go to bed soon, since I'm waking up at 3 o'clock to go shopping tomorrow! Fun. So it's off to bed for me. Hope everyone had a good holiday!&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-3980418143583804948?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/3980418143583804948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=3980418143583804948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/3980418143583804948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/3980418143583804948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-day-food-and-black-friday.html' title='Thanksgiving Day Food and Black Friday Shooping'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-4082713907202986353</id><published>2008-11-25T18:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T18:46:18.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dude, That Test was Hard as Shit!''</title><content type='html'>So that biology test I took today was HARD! My brain was completely fried after it, and my essays sucked! It really depressed me because I liked this unit, but damn was that test hard! But other than that today was a pretty chill day. I didn't pay attention in math, what else is new. I actually got in "trouble" since me and Tommy were talking while Mrs. Swann was trying to explain something, and I was even paying attention when she called us out to get us to be quiet! Kinda funny. Lol. Choir was good, singing as always. Except Mrs. Minor made me sight sing in front of the class in a small group, and I hate sight singing enough as it is! But these patterns were pretty easy so it wasn't too bad. English had to be the best class today, since we basically just chilled and performed our skit, which is always fun. Now I'm at home chilling, waiting for something exciting to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-4082713907202986353?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/4082713907202986353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=4082713907202986353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/4082713907202986353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/4082713907202986353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/11/dude-that-test-was-hard-as-shit.html' title='&quot;Dude, That Test was Hard as Shit!&apos;&apos;'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-2004813196189542248</id><published>2008-11-24T20:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:46:04.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Test Tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>So I have a biology test tomorrow, and test day is the day EVERYTHING is due. So since I've been home, I've been working on biology crap. Not fun. I had a test today in english, and I got two wrong on the multiple choice, but I'm pretty sure I failed the essay portion. I hate doing In class writes. I'm so bad at them, and I write better when I'm at home, on my bed, with my laptop. I can go back and edit out something I don't like, and look up words. But in class, everything is different, and I don't think I'm as good of a writer when I'm just writing something down to get a grade. Oh well, tomorrow is Friday. Lol, not really but it's our last day of school before break. So that's something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-2004813196189542248?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/2004813196189542248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=2004813196189542248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/2004813196189542248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/2004813196189542248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/11/test-tomorrow.html' title='Test Tomorrow!'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-1487870493106222434</id><published>2008-11-23T20:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:13:03.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The AMA's are Pretty Good This Year</title><content type='html'>So right now I'm watching the AMA's, and there pretty good so far. Coldplay is performing right now, and they're amazing as always. But today I basically spent working on school work, and I didn't get as far as I wanted to, but its less work I have to do tomorrow. This week should be pretty easy since I only have two days of school then we're off. So thats about it for now.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-1487870493106222434?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/1487870493106222434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=1487870493106222434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/1487870493106222434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/1487870493106222434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/11/amas-are-pretty-good-this-year.html' title='The AMA&apos;s are Pretty Good This Year'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-704434137265995029</id><published>2008-11-22T19:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T19:39:13.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Saturdays, Frenzied Fridays, and Twilight Thursday</title><content type='html'>So I saw Twilight on Thursday/Friday and it was AMAZING! I loved it! I'll admit, there were differences, but they didn't ruin the books. Plus ALL of the guys were hot, especially Robert Pattison. *swoon*. But Friday was a bitch, since I went to bed around 3 and woke up a 6:30. I was going to catch up on my sleep in pre-calc, but we had a quiz that I needed to pay attention for. Biology was hard to stay awake in to, but I made myself. Choir and english were a breeze though, since it was choir, and we had a sub in english. After school I had to help finish the energy team board, go home, then come back to the school at four to leave for the exhibition. The event was at the Capital Hilton Hotel, and it was really nice. Me, Ify, Addie, and Jeffrey had a great time, once we ignored the other team members we don't really like... lol. But it was pretty fun. Today was All State Choir auditions. I sucked. Lol. My voice was just not cooperating with me so the high notes I can normally hit lacked support. And the sight reading and rhythms were pretty hard, and I just kinda winged it... so I'm pretty positive I didn't get in. But I'm glad I did it, and my choir teacher thought I had the talent to audition. So that was my morning. After the auditions I went to Dunkin Donuts to get breakfast, then I came home and was on the computer for like an hour, then I took a nap. I slept from 1:30 to 4:30, and now I'm really sleepy, and hungry since I didn't get to eat lunch... so yeah. That explains the title.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-704434137265995029?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/704434137265995029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=704434137265995029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/704434137265995029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/704434137265995029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/11/sleep-saturdays-frenzied-fridays-and.html' title='Sleep Saturdays, Frenzied Fridays, and Twilight Thursday'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-3936547495175602352</id><published>2008-11-20T17:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T18:01:40.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Premire Tonight!</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited! Tonight is the Twilight Premire! It's going to be amazing!!!!! I cannot wait. Today was hectic though. school in general was hetic, and after school was worse. I had NHS and then a choir dress rehersal, then more energy team crap. Then I had to walk home at 5 o'clock, and it was dark and cold. Lol. So now I'm going to do my pre-calc homework now. Lol&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-3936547495175602352?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/3936547495175602352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=3936547495175602352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/3936547495175602352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/3936547495175602352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight-premire-tonight.html' title='Twilight Premire Tonight!'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-1860198745868591889</id><published>2008-11-19T22:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T22:11:57.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairdryer Chords Should Be Longer</title><content type='html'>My sisters and I don't make the smartest decisions in the world. Some how, Shannon and Trisha got in a water fight, and I was trying to help Shannon get Trisha, but she missed, and Trisha bumped into Shannon causing her to spill water ALL over the couch. So my first reaction was to use the blanket to soak up some of the water, but that wasn't too successful. Then we were gonna get paper towels, but Shannon said no, get a hair dryer. But the chord would reach, so we had to pull out the other couch to try and plug it in the other outlet, but it was just as bad as the first. So then we remembered you can take the covers of the couch and put them in the dryer. So we raced to do that while Trisha kept an eye on the door. We got one on, but the second cushion was proving to be more difficult. So as we're trying to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; the cushion back together, my dad's truck pulls into the driveway. Trisha starts to scream, and I start to panic, so I rush to get the cover on the cushion, zip it up, shove it on the couch and pretend like it was all good. Meanwhile, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shannon's&lt;/span&gt; trying to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fix&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;curtians&lt;/span&gt; Trisha broke when she freaked out, and Trisha is unbolting the door, since we locked it to give us extra time. So when my dad walks into the house everything is back to normal except the other couch. We forgot to push it back up against the wall, so I just pulled a lie out of my ass about Shannon needed the hair dryer since it was still on the table. It was perfect! But, seriously, I was hyperventilating. It was like a movie, racing to clean up the house after a party. So much fun, and pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;unnecessary&lt;/span&gt;. =]&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-1860198745868591889?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/1860198745868591889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=1860198745868591889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/1860198745868591889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/1860198745868591889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/11/hairdryer-chords-should-be-longer.html' title='Hairdryer Chords Should Be Longer'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-8160271193674066286</id><published>2008-11-18T21:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:31:31.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowfall Makes Me Happy</title><content type='html'>It was snowing today!!!!! Granted it was only flurries, but there was a 3 minute period of actual snowing. It just kinda stopped. Lol. I love snow so much. It's impossible for me to be sad when its snowing. It is, however, possible for me to be stressed when I'm driving, which happened again today. I really hate driving with my mom. It's so stressful, because she yells at me when I do something wrong, but she doesn't teach me anything. She just tells me to read my book again, but that's not gonna help me learn. She needs to explain things to me. It's just so stressful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was pretty boring today. I actually did some stuff in guitar, which is never fun. Biology was more lecturing but it was interesting. We learned about meiosis, and mutations which are always interesting. Plus we had a fire drill which shaves off class time. World history was boring; we wrote our essays and that was it. Oh, and we got our second quarter project: we have to do a movie review of two historical movies, and if we do a 3rd we get extra credit. I think I'm going to do The Girl with a Pearl Earring and Nicholas and Alexandra for real and Les Miserables as the extra credit one. English was okay. More grammar crap, and vocab. After school, I had all state rehearsal, and I do not think I am ready for my audition on Saturday. It's gonna be crap on a stick. But right now I need to get ready for bed. I'm tired as crap.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-8160271193674066286?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/8160271193674066286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=8160271193674066286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/8160271193674066286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/8160271193674066286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/11/snowfall-makes-me-happy.html' title='Snowfall Makes Me Happy'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-5676564672957871500</id><published>2008-11-16T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:17:26.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time For Bed</title><content type='html'>Today was boring. Did biology homework, went on the computer, drove. School tomorrow. Sorry for the shortness.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;br /&gt;P.S. GIants won their game today!!! Whoot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-5676564672957871500?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/5676564672957871500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=5676564672957871500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/5676564672957871500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/5676564672957871500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-for-bed.html' title='Time For Bed'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-2355797334507829384</id><published>2008-11-15T22:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T22:36:45.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight T-Shirts and Movie Marathon</title><content type='html'>I spent the night at Paulina's house last night, which was lots of fun. We watched My Sassy Girl, Sweeny Todd, and Smart People. My Sassy Girl was great, so sweet and funny. I had the hardest time staying awake during Sweeny Todd, and Smart People was not as funny as I thought it was going to be. It was a good movie but I thought it would a lot funnier... like Juno. Oh well. Today I woke up early to go to James football game in South East DC. It took us forever to get there, becuse the directions were off. The field was really nice, but it was in such a crappy area. Not cool. Then I went to Page's house to make our shirts for the Twilight midnight premire! So excited. The bad part was getting home. My driving was soooooo bad. Then after eating, I worked with Ify on biology over the phone, and now I'm going to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-2355797334507829384?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/2355797334507829384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=2355797334507829384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/2355797334507829384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/2355797334507829384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight-t-shirts-and-movie-marathon.html' title='Twilight T-Shirts and Movie Marathon'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-1681535877199018416</id><published>2008-11-13T20:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:23:47.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mean Girls = ♥</title><content type='html'>So right now I'm watching mean girls while waiting for Grey's Anatomy to come on at nine. Today was okay. Pre-calc jsut gets worse and worse. Biology was okay, but our stupid flies weren't hatched to we coudl only do our parent cross. We have to do the F1 cross tomorrow. Choir was pretty good, we sounded really good. And then english was just kinda boring ll together, since we were just doing random grammar crap. So yeah, that was basically my day...&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-1681535877199018416?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/1681535877199018416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=1681535877199018416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/1681535877199018416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/1681535877199018416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/11/mean-girls.html' title='Mean Girls = ♥'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-6712465616192528219</id><published>2008-11-12T18:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:59:59.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giggly! Hehe =]</title><content type='html'>Today was a pretty fun day, at least english class. Tommy was crazy tired which means he laughs at anything, which makes him laugh at anything. Like AP Dino Identification. Haha so funny. The rest of the day was a bore. Got My report card today. 4.38 GPA baby! Haha so yeah, not much. Oh in biology we got the sex the flies, which isn't mating them like it sounds like. We just observe their body structure to see whether they are males or females so we can do our F1 crosses tomorrow. This should be an interesting lab... it's just very in depth. So yeah, I rea;l;y want some food, so I hope dinners gonna be ready soon.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-6712465616192528219?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/6712465616192528219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=6712465616192528219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/6712465616192528219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/6712465616192528219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/11/giggly-hehe.html' title='Giggly! Hehe =]'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-1799890520215764091</id><published>2008-11-09T20:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:18:52.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Creativity is Not Present Today</title><content type='html'>So it took me forever to try and figure out a title, and it sucks. Lol. Today was pretty boring, nothing exciting. Went to church, then Target, then I came home. I spent the entire day chilling, and then attempted my pre-calc homework that made no sense, did my biology homework, and chilled with Paulina. So yeah, that was  my day... not very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-1799890520215764091?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/1799890520215764091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=1799890520215764091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/1799890520215764091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/1799890520215764091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/11/creativity-is-not-present-today.html' title='Creativity is Not Present Today'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-2851811600682414120</id><published>2008-11-08T23:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T00:00:35.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming!</title><content type='html'>Tonight was homecoming!! Whooh! And it was a BLAST! I am so sore though from dancing all night long, so I'm gonna go to bed. I'll fill in the details, and maybe some pictures tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-2851811600682414120?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/2851811600682414120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=2851811600682414120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/2851811600682414120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/2851811600682414120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/11/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming!'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-6712447359894993086</id><published>2008-11-07T19:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:43:23.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Was The Pep Rally?</title><content type='html'>Peppy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I said when my world history teacher asked me how the pep rally was. Lol. So today wasn't to bad, except world history. We did nothing, and all the people that talk and cheat and never do their work had the audacity to tell everyone to shut up when we were talking, so we didn't do anything. I hate that class so much! Mainly the people and their attitudes. The pep rally was fun, but I spent the majority of the afternoon after school talking to Devon about stupid, petty drama that is sooooo annoying, but very difficult to figure out. But tomorrow is homecoming! I am so excited!!! It's gonna be awesome! Now I'm just chilling, watching That 70's Show and listening to Cute Is What We Aim For. So funny and so good, respectively. So that's my day...&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-6712447359894993086?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/6712447359894993086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=6712447359894993086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/6712447359894993086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/6712447359894993086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-was-pep-rally.html' title='How Was The Pep Rally?'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-8545648962090632171</id><published>2008-11-06T19:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:54:23.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get a Running Start</title><content type='html'>I love That 70's Show! So funny. Its the episode were Kelso, Fez, and Hyde are trying to bob sled down a hil in a boat, and Eric ruins Donna's wedding dress. So funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was decade day at school. Lots of fun. I loved my dress, and so did everyone else! very fun. Tomorrow is BHS spirit day, and I have no idea I'm wearing... lol. Today was hectic though. I woke up late and got ready in ten minutes, and had to stay after school for NHS and choir. Then I had to do my biology homework, and my world history homework, and now I'm just chilling. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-8545648962090632171?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/8545648962090632171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=8545648962090632171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/8545648962090632171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/8545648962090632171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/11/get-running-start.html' title='Get a Running Start'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-3322685001750318061</id><published>2008-11-05T19:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T19:52:17.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy is My Secret Lover</title><content type='html'>Nowadays candy seems like the only true friend. Lol not really, just all of my friends are wrapped up in this petty drama that is truely juvinelle. But at least I'm not involved directly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today made me want to cry. We got our seats moved in biology and I was in an Amazing group with my friends Tommy and Aiyana, and then I got moved, because the other person in our group was in my last group. Now I'm in a group with a girl who rarely talks, a boy who's as slow as molasses and the one person in this world I truely cannot stand. This girl bugs the crap out of me! I HATE IT!!!!!! I hope to god we get to pick our seats next quarter like she said we could... I want to be in a group with Chris!! So sad. Well the rest of the day was just as crappy, so there's really no point into getting into it...&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-3322685001750318061?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/3322685001750318061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=3322685001750318061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/3322685001750318061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/3322685001750318061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/11/candy-is-my-secret-lover.html' title='Candy is My Secret Lover'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-1510926520943499602</id><published>2008-11-04T13:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:01:06.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Headaches and Heartbreak Kid</title><content type='html'>So right now I'm watching the Heartbreak kid. Seems pretty funny right now. But I have likea major headache, and the Advil hasn'tkicked in yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I forgot to post yesterday, I'm sorry. I basically spent all day reading Midnight Sun after I got home from school today. And today I have to finish reading In Cold Blood, so I think I'm gonna get back to that...&lt;br /&gt;Till NextTime&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-1510926520943499602?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/1510926520943499602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=1510926520943499602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/1510926520943499602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/1510926520943499602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/11/headaches-and-heartbreak-kid.html' title='Headaches and Heartbreak Kid'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-2158547065917280733</id><published>2008-11-02T20:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:42:17.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She Never Fixes This.</title><content type='html'>Panic! at the Disco Song. Random, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, do was so boring. I spent the entire day do biology. Not fun. My back really hurts from sitting up all day. Lol. So I' gonna continue to read Midnight Sun. Fun! Tomorrow is pajama day at school! Go spirit week!&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-2158547065917280733?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/2158547065917280733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=2158547065917280733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/2158547065917280733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/2158547065917280733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/11/she-never-fixes-this.html' title='She Never Fixes This.'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-5803204922694576863</id><published>2008-11-01T17:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T17:33:31.258-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Forgot Halloween!!</title><content type='html'>I forgot to post yesterday! I am deeply sorry. I would have written this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was had no school. I spent the majority of the day chilling, working on my costume( I was princess Minnie =])  for Gabby's party at 4 which was loads of fun. We all went trick or treating, which I know is juvinielle, but it was so much fun. Except for the fact that me and Mariam were wearing heels. That was painful. But after the party I got home and went on the computer, and stayed up reading Midnight Sun online. I really hope it actually becomes a book! It would be amazing! but anyways onto today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pages party starting in a half an horu, so I have to go get ready soon. I spent the majority of the day watching movies and doing biology. Atonement was so sad! James McAvoy was so hot though. I need to go call my mom so thats it for today.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music&gt;lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-5803204922694576863?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/5803204922694576863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=5803204922694576863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/5803204922694576863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/5803204922694576863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-forgot-halloween.html' title='I Forgot Halloween!!'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-3147347057197403564</id><published>2008-10-30T23:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:27:39.581-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"You Look Funny When You Make That Face"</title><content type='html'>I have a very hard time keeping a seriuos face when I'm laughing, and I've been getting better at it, until my friends say something like that. But anyways, today was okay. First period was boring. 2nd period was more work and I found out I got a 94% on my cell test. Plus we our grade sheets, but I had mistakes on mine so I needed Ms. Jenkins to fix it, so  I had to talk to her after class. So I was rushing to get to third period and I walked into the choir room and no one was there. Then I realized today was an A-day not a B-day! So I had to get a pass from Mrs. Minor to go to my real third period class. Today world wasn't too bad, we learned more about the perverted Roman emperors like Tiberius and Caligulla. 4th period was super boring, it was just a bunch of politcal cartoon work, but we did get our Catcher in The Rye essays back and I got a 7+/8- on it, which is like a 91%. I was so freaking excited, because I really needed to do well on that essay to bring my grade up.  So I think I'm gonna have straight A's first quarter, at least I better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Halloween and I'm super excited! I'm going to be princess Minnie Mouse, my costume is super cute. And I got Gabby's and Page's presents for tomorrow and saturday at the mall today, which was fun, sorta. But I'm kinda tired, so I think its time for me to go to bed. I have a ton of bio review to work on over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-3147347057197403564?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/3147347057197403564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=3147347057197403564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/3147347057197403564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/3147347057197403564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-look-funny-when-you-make-that-face.html' title='&quot;You Look Funny When You Make That Face&quot;'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-4776637935659637019</id><published>2008-10-29T22:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T22:05:30.791-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy Time</title><content type='html'>I'm going to bed. Today was okay, hung out with the guy I like, not a lot of homework, just stuff due on monday I've been working on. So I'm tired and my back hurts, so yeah that's it.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-4776637935659637019?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/4776637935659637019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=4776637935659637019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/4776637935659637019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/4776637935659637019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/10/sleepy-time.html' title='Sleepy Time'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-8953779885278493353</id><published>2008-10-28T16:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T16:20:26.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Yours</title><content type='html'>So, until like two minutes ago, I had never actually heard that song. This girls in my guitar class were trying to learn it, and it sounded really good, so I went online and listened to it. It was really good, I liked it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was pretty straighfoward. In biology we worked more on the debate, and Tommy is bugging the shit out of me. AP World was boring, and english was too. All State rehersal was boring, we worked on the music for two seconds. Then I walked home in the blustering wind. Now I have to get ready to go back up to the school to help Ms. Jenkins with Science and Supper. Kinda boring... Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-8953779885278493353?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/8953779885278493353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=8953779885278493353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/8953779885278493353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/8953779885278493353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-yours.html' title='I&apos;m Yours'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-582881383911753089</id><published>2008-10-27T20:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T20:54:30.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday's Make Me Want To Time Travel Back To Friday</title><content type='html'>Today was not my day. First a cricket decides its going to stalk me in pre-calc, and Mariam killed it, but left it there so I picked it up with a paper towel, but I dropped it like twice! Biology was a bit annoying because we were grading the extra credit and feedback for the test we just took, and Ms. Jenkins was being super specific. Choir was a mess. Literally.My yougurt burst open in my back pack and got all over everything!!  And in english, Ms. Price moved our seats, so now I'm all the way in the back! I hate it, the room feels so akward now! It stinks. Then I had to stay after school for energy team, which wasn't too bad. The most annoying girl on the planet contiuned to annoy me, but she will never be normal, so there no point in trying to change that. After school was pretty chill, I only had AP World homework, and I just finished it like 5 minutes ago. So that's that.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-582881383911753089?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/582881383911753089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=582881383911753089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/582881383911753089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/582881383911753089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/10/mondays-make-me-want-to-time-travel.html' title='Monday&apos;s Make Me Want To Time Travel Back To Friday'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-9046505869752371395</id><published>2008-10-26T20:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:01:57.032-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Ol' Sundays</title><content type='html'>Today was pretty boring. I went to church, had some awesome french toast, chilled upstairs, did my pre-calc homework, chilled some more, ate, talked to Gabby about biology, went over to Paulina's house to get back one of my cds, talked to her for a bit, then came home and did the dishes. Now I'm here, doing this. So, yeah. That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-9046505869752371395?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/9046505869752371395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=9046505869752371395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/9046505869752371395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/9046505869752371395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/10/boring-ol-sundays.html' title='Boring Ol&apos; Sundays'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-1039096415487165312</id><published>2008-10-24T21:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T21:31:00.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Biology Literally Consumed My Life Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was sooooo stressful. From after school until 9 o'clock, I was at home for 2 hours. I had NHS and Choir afterschool till four, went home, eat, worked on biology, came up to the school at 6 to help out with the SUMMIT parent info night, which was actually a lot of fun. Then I came home and contiuned to work on biology till 11:30. So yesterday was busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today at school was actually pretty fun. I got out of first epriod for a Peer Mediation meeting. 2nd period was the biology test. We had our phallinx battle in 3rd period today, which was a lot of fun. Thats what it looked like, sorta. We weren't all in formation at this point, but it was still great. Probably the most fun I've had in that class.                                                                            &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/SQJ1y4A_ZJI/AAAAAAAAAJs/TrlVCvzyFVw/s1600-h/n1386867519_1175944_8129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260896831612609682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/SQJ1y4A_ZJI/AAAAAAAAAJs/TrlVCvzyFVw/s320/n1386867519_1175944_8129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English was another bloodthirsty competition that led to sudden death, which my team ultimately won because I knew what tenacity meant and the other team didn't. I stayed after school to help Ms. Jenkins, which was super boring. Then later I went to go see our school production of A Year With Frog and Toad, which was so cute! I loved it, and am definately going to go see it again. Steven was in it, and he was great. The entire cast was great! Awesome show. But now I'm tired so I think I;m gonna  hit the hay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till Next Time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-1039096415487165312?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/1039096415487165312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=1039096415487165312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/1039096415487165312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/1039096415487165312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/10/biology-literally-consumed-my-life.html' title='Biology Literally Consumed My Life Yesterday'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/SQJ1y4A_ZJI/AAAAAAAAAJs/TrlVCvzyFVw/s72-c/n1386867519_1175944_8129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-7302503568786308712</id><published>2008-10-21T20:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:12:39.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Biology is Consuming My Life</title><content type='html'>So, techinically I don;t have ny biology due tomorrow, but I have a ton of shit due friday, and a stem cell research paper due thursday, so this its taken over! Things are so crazy right now. I'm supposed to stay after school everyday this week, but I'm flaking out on my meeting tomorrow. And once mock trial starts, I'm going to be even more busy! I took on way too much stuff this year! Oh well. I'll look good on my college applications.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next TIme&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-7302503568786308712?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7302503568786308712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=7302503568786308712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/7302503568786308712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/7302503568786308712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/10/biology-is-consuming-my-life.html' title='Biology is Consuming My Life'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-8760704222996063940</id><published>2008-10-20T20:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:51:11.545-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Energy Team is a Royal Pain In My ASS!</title><content type='html'>So today at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; meeting for energy team, we decided we weren't gonna do the conference at the end of the month, then Ms. Jenkins tells us its already paid for and there's no way to back out of it! It makes me so mad because I never wanted to go to the conference in the first place! Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what makes me more mad then energy team is everyone copying off of me in AP World, and they did it without asking me! I didn't even know they had my answers till after the test, and they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; them throughout the entire damn room! And I actually thought Pat and Josh were being good students, they didn't ask me one question! But why would they when they had the answers right freaking there!! It made me so mad!!!!!! If Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Keiler&lt;/span&gt; sees we all have the same wrong answers I am ratting them out on the spot! I don't even give a fuck if the entire class hates me! That's what they get for copying!&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-8760704222996063940?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/8760704222996063940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=8760704222996063940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/8760704222996063940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/8760704222996063940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/10/energy-team-is-royal-pain-in-my-ass.html' title='Energy Team is a Royal Pain In My ASS!'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-976915349965946326</id><published>2008-10-19T21:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T21:22:16.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Michel Phelps Is Everywhere!!!</title><content type='html'>So I was at the grocery store today, and I saw Michel Phelps on like 12 different boxes! He was everywhere! It was great! Haha. So I finished all my required work today. I just need to work on more biology stuff due on wednesday and thursday. So that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-976915349965946326?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/976915349965946326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=976915349965946326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/976915349965946326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/976915349965946326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/10/michel-phelps-is-everywhere.html' title='Michel Phelps Is Everywhere!!!'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-7792620769343351158</id><published>2008-10-18T23:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T23:23:09.979-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pajama Day!</title><content type='html'>So for two days in a row I've spent my days in pajamas. I get out of the shower, and just put different pajamas on then do more work, and today was no different. Finish my biology work, now I just have english to finish and world, which I'll get get done tomorrow. Right now I'm just gonna chill.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-7792620769343351158?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7792620769343351158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=7792620769343351158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/7792620769343351158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/7792620769343351158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/10/pajama-day.html' title='Pajama Day!'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-9068190327536542965</id><published>2008-10-17T23:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T23:57:16.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just In the Nick of Time</title><content type='html'>So right now it's 5 to 11, and I'm getting this post out at the very end of the day! So today I worked on my biology project, looked at more college and scholorship stuff, and spent the day on the computer. So yeah, nothing super exciting. Now I'm going to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-9068190327536542965?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/9068190327536542965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=9068190327536542965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/9068190327536542965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/9068190327536542965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-in-nick-of-time.html' title='Just In the Nick of Time'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-463257445519280601</id><published>2008-10-16T20:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:51:34.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Tired, It's Not Even Funny.</title><content type='html'>So today was super tiring, especially with the stupid energy team and biology, so I think I'm going to get ready to go to bed. I know, it's 8:50, but I'm tired. Shit, Grey's Anatomy is on... I lied.... oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-463257445519280601?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/463257445519280601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=463257445519280601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/463257445519280601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/463257445519280601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-so-tired-its-not-even-funny.html' title='I&apos;m So Tired, It&apos;s Not Even Funny.'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-5588222762836476469</id><published>2008-10-15T22:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:09:19.559-04:00</updated><title type='text'>College Search and PSAT</title><content type='html'>Todayw as super hetic, PSATs during school, came home, did biology, left for CCD at 4:30, left for college fair at 5:25, didn't get home till 8, ate, then finished biology. And now I am going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-5588222762836476469?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/5588222762836476469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=5588222762836476469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/5588222762836476469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/5588222762836476469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/10/college-search-and-psat.html' title='College Search and PSAT'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-2599786972933331576</id><published>2008-10-14T21:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:25:50.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Phones, Ap World Project and No Time For Biology</title><content type='html'>So I got my new phone today! Its the Juke, its so sweet! I also had to finish my AP World project, which looks hot, but it took me a while to finish, considering I was on the phone with Jeffrey, IMing Rachel and Win, and trying to get my phone activated at the same time. So, I didn't get that much time to do any studying for AP World, or do any biology homework, so I'll have to do it all tomorrow. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-2599786972933331576?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/2599786972933331576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=2599786972933331576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/2599786972933331576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/2599786972933331576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-phones-ap-world-project-and-no-time.html' title='New Phones, Ap World Project and No Time For Biology'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-7425508555540403853</id><published>2008-10-13T19:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:43:11.367-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhaustion + School = Tiredness.</title><content type='html'>Today was pretty tiring. I got like no sleep last night, and I really did not want to get out of bed this morning but I had too... School was just school, 1st period a bore like always, 2nd period I got in trouble because I let one of my friends look at my paper, and the teacher aid caught him, and gave me a speech, so I felt super bad. 3rd period was a pain in my ass like always. And fourth period was just blah, not very fun, just blah. At Energy team today we got more information about a conference in Virginia, that's going to cost us $100 and I have no idea what I'm gonna do about money since I've been raising money for Orlando. So I need to talk to Ms. Jenkins and Mrs. Minor about money, my least favorite topic ever. I'm gonna try and apply for a job at the Starbucks in Giant, so that should get me some money if I ge the job. This whole situation is just so stressful! Ahhhh&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-7425508555540403853?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7425508555540403853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=7425508555540403853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/7425508555540403853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/7425508555540403853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/10/exhaustion-school-tiredness.html' title='Exhaustion + School = Tiredness.'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-5074857501313291521</id><published>2008-10-12T14:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T18:43:29.861-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lab Reports Stink</title><content type='html'>So I spent the majority of my day doing my biology formal lab report. Not fun. I also went out driving for an hour, and I went on 450 and 197 (major highways in MD) which wasn't too bad since the traffic was pretty light since it was Sunday. Me and my mom just kinda drove around, and I had a heart attack when I came over a winding hill, and I wasn't sure which direction to go, so  my mom was yelling at me to brake, so I did, but the cars behind me were being jack asses as they went around me when I stopped, which I did because I didn't know where we were going next. So that was a bit dramatic, but otherwise I think I did pretty well. Now I need to work on my Ap World project, so I bid you adue.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-5074857501313291521?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/5074857501313291521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=5074857501313291521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/5074857501313291521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/5074857501313291521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/10/lab-reports-stink.html' title='Lab Reports Stink'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-5006063259595748635</id><published>2008-10-10T16:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T14:06:43.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Substitutes, Choir, and a Crampped Hand</title><content type='html'>Today was a friday that felt like a monday, since we didn't have school yesterday. It was pretty weird, since all of my teachers except Mrs. Minor were gone, so I spent the entire day with substitutes, but it was pretty easy, except for the essays in biology (thats where the crampped hand comes in). We had two essays to write today as a part of our test, and I wrote so much! My hand was killing me! Choir was pretty straightfoward, just more music. We did my SAT stuff in AP Lang, which was super boring. I did more driving today, and I'm getting better, which is good! Right now I have the house to myself, so I'm watching True Blood on HBO.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-5006063259595748635?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/5006063259595748635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=5006063259595748635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/5006063259595748635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/5006063259595748635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/10/3-substitutes-choir-and-crampped-hand.html' title='3 Substitutes, Choir, and a Crampped Hand'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-4159749562571061602</id><published>2008-10-09T19:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T19:53:55.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tech Support Sucks</title><content type='html'>My laptophas been freaking out for the past two days now, so I called Dell tech support, and when I finally was connected to a person, they gave me the same phone number I had just called! then I called it again and the call failed, so I got fed up and went to go take a shower. So I called the tech number and I finally got a person who knew what they were doing, and I just had to hold down the power button for 10 seconds! Ughh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was boring, I had no school, but I did nothing. I really don't want to go to school tomorrow! Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-4159749562571061602?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/4159749562571061602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=4159749562571061602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/4159749562571061602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/4159749562571061602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/10/tech-support-sucks.html' title='Tech Support Sucks'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-4202521775849198632</id><published>2008-10-07T20:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T20:47:35.655-04:00</updated><title type='text'>County Dancing is No Fun</title><content type='html'>So, today was pretty boring. We did a lab in biology, and then i had to stay after school for Mads, then went to the library to check out &lt;em&gt;The Bell Jar &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;In Cold Blood&lt;/em&gt; for AP Lang, then I came home, and counted money for my dad, coins to be exact, and he gave me the coins, which came out to like $42, and I got a whole other jug of coins, which should be over $100, so that just needs to be cashed and its going in the orlando fund. Oh and I get fired, not personally but all the employees kids and my dads nursery got fired since some of the younger ones did horribly last week, so me and Shannon can't work, even though we were awesome. It sucks. But I'm gonna send a thank you email to my dad's boss, and explain why I wanted a job in the first place, so hopefully he'll make a donation. I really need to find a better source of income though... stupid late birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-4202521775849198632?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/4202521775849198632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=4202521775849198632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/4202521775849198632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/4202521775849198632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/10/county-dancing-is-no-fun.html' title='County Dancing is No Fun'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-5456235879795309137</id><published>2008-10-06T20:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T20:26:08.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>English Essay's Bug Me</title><content type='html'>Tonight I had to write my Catcher in the Rye essay about Holdens attitude when he goes to Radio City, and I was drawing a blank on almost everything! I couldn't synthesise my ideas very well and I was so distracted. Not a good in combo for writing an essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm watching practical magic, waiting for either Heroes or One Tree Hill, I haven't decided which show I'm going to watch yet.... Tomorrow is going to be pretty busy, quizzes, labs, and just life in general. Oh well, it's what I signed up for.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-5456235879795309137?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/5456235879795309137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=5456235879795309137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/5456235879795309137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/5456235879795309137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/10/english-essays-bug-me.html' title='English Essay&apos;s Bug Me'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-7155058805812799944</id><published>2008-10-05T20:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T21:01:09.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes Make A Girl Feel Good</title><content type='html'>So today we went to Payless to get shoes! I got a really cute pair of gray knitted boots and a brown pair of moccasin flats. Both of them are really comfy! And I got my wnter coat! Its a black wool coat, that buttons all teh way up the neck with a hood and a tie around the waist. It's super comfy and warm! So that was my day, plus school work. Paulina slept over last night, and we stayed up late watching SNL. Anne Hathaway was the host, and she was really funny. I really don't want to go back to school tomorrow, I like the weekend. Especially because tomorrow is going to be busy, I have 2 quizzes and a lab in biology, and an essay to write for English due on tuesday. Plus I have an energy team meeting after school. So I think I'm going to get ready to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-7155058805812799944?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7155058805812799944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=7155058805812799944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/7155058805812799944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/7155058805812799944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/10/shoes-make-girl-feel-good.html' title='Shoes Make A Girl Feel Good'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-7894824106048501737</id><published>2008-10-04T22:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T23:03:57.195-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Neighborhood Driving is A Lot Less Stressful</title><content type='html'>So today, me and my mom went driving in our neighborhood, which was a lot less stressful then yesterday. I also worked today, which was really busy, and tiring. Me and Shannon had to work the popcorn, cider, and cookie stand. And everytime there was like no popcorn, a ton of people would come up asking for popcorn, and everytime we have a ton of pocorn, there would be like no people. But I'm making money so thats good. Well, Paulina's sleeping over, and I'm tired, so I'm going to say goodbye. Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-7894824106048501737?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7894824106048501737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=7894824106048501737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/7894824106048501737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/7894824106048501737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/10/neighborhood-driving-is-lot-less.html' title='Neighborhood Driving is A Lot Less Stressful'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-4019501232622669322</id><published>2008-10-02T21:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T21:40:51.989-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Driving and $565 Grocery Shopping Trip</title><content type='html'>School was a pain in the butt today, especially AP World. I cannot stand that class! Everything else was okay-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;, not that great. English was actually fun today, with out bloodthirsty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PSAT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;competitions&lt;/span&gt;, which our team won! I drove again today, and was much more "nervous" as my mom would say then I was the first time. Trisha and Shannon were in the car, so in the beginning they were talking and distracting me, and there were a lot more cars in the parking lot, since we went out earlier. Then we went grocery shopping for like 2 hours, and spent well over 500 dollars on food! It was crazy! I'm pretty tired from all that, so I'm gonna go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-4019501232622669322?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/4019501232622669322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=4019501232622669322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/4019501232622669322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/4019501232622669322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-driving-and-565-grocery-shopping.html' title='More Driving and $565 Grocery Shopping Trip'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-7922976682202088089</id><published>2008-10-01T20:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T20:16:46.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ANTM Drama is ADDICTING!</title><content type='html'>So, right know I'm watching America's Next Top Model, and like always it's completely addicting. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today was pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blah&lt;/span&gt;, we had a sub in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;calc&lt;/span&gt;, which was fun since we already did the work, so it was pretty easy. Biology was more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; then yesterday, and I was actually right yesterday when she told me I was wrong yesterday, so that was good, but confusing. Choir was choir, we learned more music, and it was just chill. There was another quiz in English, which I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kill led&lt;/span&gt;! My essay was great! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CCD&lt;/span&gt; was so boring though, because all the teacher did was talk so I didn't have anything to do! Next week I'll have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;homework to&lt;/span&gt; grade, oh great. Over all, today wasn't bad, just not amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-7922976682202088089?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7922976682202088089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=7922976682202088089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/7922976682202088089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/7922976682202088089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/10/antm-drama-is-addicting.html' title='ANTM Drama is ADDICTING!'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-8418914979494655601</id><published>2008-09-30T19:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T20:14:37.742-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wasn't Expecting That</title><content type='html'>Remember the guy&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I was telling you about yesterday, the one from my dreams? Well apparently he's like in love someone else. Yeah, it blows. But I'm okay right now. I think I'm gonna tell him how I feel, but not right now though, because I was just talking to him about this other girl. But I think I'll be okay, as long as he's still a friend to me, and doesn't become a jerk. Because I've had guy friends do that before, turn into jerks when they started dating another girl. Not cool man, not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty boring. Biology bored me to tears! I almost feel asleep in class today when Ms. Jenkins was lecturing, I was just so out of everything. Partly because I was woken up by my parents, mainly my dad, talking really loudly about the divorce. No fighting or yelling, but it woke me up and I couldn't fall asleep after that. World was a bitch, because of my stupid group. Obi lost the papers for our group work, and when we had to work on an essay in class, they weren't helping me at all! I hate having to do all the work in that stupid class! We spent the entire class period in english talking about Catcher in the Rye, which was good. Overall today was pretty boring, and shitty. Not my best day, but I did get invited to two parties in one day. Lol. Greek is on tonight! One more hour&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-8418914979494655601?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/8418914979494655601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=8418914979494655601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/8418914979494655601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/8418914979494655601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-wasnt-expecting-that.html' title='I Wasn&apos;t Expecting That'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-1827300232099359406</id><published>2008-09-29T19:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:23:33.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Dreams and a Weekend In Wine Country</title><content type='html'>This weekend was lots of fun. I spent the weekend up in New York, in a beach house in New Suffolk, on the north fork of Long Island. Not exactly the Hampton's, but just as nice. I went kayaking, and took a ton of pictures of the beach; it was pretty awesome. But Saturday night and last night, I had really weird dreams revolving around the same guy. The first dream really unsettled me because this guy (he goes to my school so he's not just some random person in my dreams, I actually know him) made me really pissed off at him, and really upset, to the point where dream "me" was crying. All of my friends in this dream were supposed to go with this guy, I can't even remember where but we were going away, and after what he did, I didn't want to go. But the weird part was I didn't want to be away from this guy. So even though he made me cry, I still wanted to be with him. And in real life, I think I really like this guy, so the thought of being with him even when he makes me upset isn't something I want to do; it's just not healthy. But being near him in the dream felt right... Basically, that dream confused the shit out of me. But I dreamt about this guy again last night, and this time things were more normal, and he wasn't the main focus of the dream. This time I was in school, and ran into him in the hallway, and told him to come meet me at my locker, which he did. I was definitely excited to see him, which is they way I get normally because I don't see him that often in school. And he was just being his normal perverted self, which was better then the other dream, and I threatened to kick him in the balls, which is normal for me, so this dream was much more realistic, and no real message, just a sign I guess, that he is subconsciously taking over my mind, which is okay with me. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to today. Pre-calculus was super boring, and I spent the entire time reading Catcher in the Rye. We got new seats in biology, and minus one person, I like my new lab group. We got our grades in that class and I have a 89.04 in lecture and a 97 in lab, which is very good, because the lecture grade should be easy to bring up. Choir was choir, we did a sight singing today that was really hard, my group, including me, did horrible. And english was spent doing more PSAT crap and reading more of Catcher, which I finished today. It was a really good book, very sad when you think about it, but very good. So now I'm just waiting for Heroes to come on, and I'm going to catch up on some TV shows online, or read some more.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-1827300232099359406?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/1827300232099359406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=1827300232099359406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/1827300232099359406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/1827300232099359406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/09/weird-dreams-and-weekend-in-wine.html' title='Weird Dreams and a Weekend In Wine Country'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-798720469990213186</id><published>2008-09-25T15:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T15:22:39.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Away</title><content type='html'>So today we are leaving for the weekend to go to the Hamptons. Should be fun, and relaxing, but you know what this means. No Posts. I'm sorry for not getting around to posting yesterday,&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I had a biology test to study for, plus a ton of work involved with it, and more chapters of Catcher in the Rye to read. So I was pretty busy yesterday. CCD started and I am with the same group of kids I helped out with last year, so I know like all of them...... not sure how I feel about it yet, but whatever. I only have 16 more hours of community service to do then I am done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today pretty eventful. One of the girls at my school who gets on my nerves a lot came up to me to ask me what I got on my biology test (not the one I took today, a different one) and I told her I got a 105, and she asked me what I was doing, to study, and I really haven't studied at all for these test, just done the work. So I told her that and asked her what she got, and she said she didn't want to talk about it, then she started crying! I was like, what the hell am I supposed to do now! I felt bad for her, but I really wanted her to stop crying! She thinks Ms. Jenkins is purposly trying to fail her, which is ridiculous. It was crazy. Anyways, I actually think I'm doing really well in biology, which is super suprising, and I am really proud of myself. This year hasn't been too much for me so far. It's definately been harder, but it's nothing I can't handle, which I am grateful for. I think I'm gonna be able to get through all this after all.....&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-798720469990213186?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/798720469990213186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=798720469990213186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/798720469990213186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/798720469990213186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/09/away.html' title='Away'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-3720321580289101541</id><published>2008-09-23T19:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T19:51:49.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Only Freaking Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Today was pretty boring. Spent the entire guitar class grading tests, biology was just lectures, oh and a fire drill that scared the "Bee-Jesus" out of Ms. Jenkins.Took a quiz, and wrote an essay in AP World, then did PSAT stuff in english. Oh, I made the energy team! Whooh! It's like sports for the nerds. Haha. But overall today was pretty normal, nothing special. Greek and 90210 are both on tonight! I can't wait! I also can't wait to drive some more, I didn't get to today, maybe tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-3720321580289101541?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/3720321580289101541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=3720321580289101541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/3720321580289101541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/3720321580289101541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-only-freaking-tuesday.html' title='It&apos;s Only Freaking Tuesday'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-6217352992349829052</id><published>2008-09-22T21:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:30:19.107-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PERMIT TIME!</title><content type='html'>So I got my permit today! Finally, after waiting so long! And I got to drive for the first time today! It wasn't as scary as I thought it would be, and I wasn't that bad! I mean, I basically went around the same loop at the church parking lot, but it was fun, and I didn't crash. Freaked out a couple of time when another car was coming, but I only did it twice! It's gonna be awesome driving! Ahhhh. I can't wait to get my license! 6 more months!&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-6217352992349829052?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/6217352992349829052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=6217352992349829052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/6217352992349829052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/6217352992349829052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/09/permit-time.html' title='PERMIT TIME!'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-7116297064695590068</id><published>2008-09-20T23:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T23:31:52.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fundraising Stinks</title><content type='html'>So I went out today trying to get people to buy the entertainment books, and I only got two orders, which is super depressing. So now I have to get a job, so i'm going to try and work at my Dad's nursery and see if I can make some money, and then see if I can get any money out of my family. Hopefully things will come together and I can go to Orlando, but if it gets too hard, I don't know what I'm going to do...&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-7116297064695590068?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7116297064695590068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=7116297064695590068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/7116297064695590068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/7116297064695590068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/09/fundraising-stinks.html' title='Fundraising Stinks'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-4062849316577476308</id><published>2008-09-19T22:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T22:38:39.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Light-Up Nike's</title><content type='html'>So my friend is pimping out his old Nike's, and he's painting them black, and putting neon tubes all around the shoe, and I've been helping him plan them out. There going be awesome. Even though he won't make them blue, there still going to be sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was actually okay. We went on a biology field trip which would have been better if the one person who annoys me the most in this world wasn't in my lab group, but the reset of the day has been pretty good. I have some hard core selling to do tomorrow, so that's it basically. I'm going to go to bed know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-4062849316577476308?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/4062849316577476308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=4062849316577476308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/4062849316577476308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/4062849316577476308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/09/light-up-nikes.html' title='Light-Up Nike&apos;s'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-1368059268486524030</id><published>2008-09-18T21:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T21:10:06.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Desperate Need Of A Job</title><content type='html'>Seriousl, I really need to get a job. I need money like now in order to go to Orlando, which I want to try and do for choir. Money is imperative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biology field trip is tomorrow, so I will be doing nothingin all my other classes, and just lots of biology all day long. Today's biology class was pretty fun. Ms. Jenkins wasn't there, so once we were done with the work, everbody was just laughing and talking and making fun of Rachel's hospitialization, but not really. She was just making us laugh with her hand movements and spazzing arms. Today was pretty good, lots of drama back at the house, but nothing worth re-hashing. Oh! I forgot! I am one of the co-chairs for Coffee House this year! So that's exicting! But I think I'm going to go get ready for bed.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-1368059268486524030?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/1368059268486524030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=1368059268486524030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/1368059268486524030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/1368059268486524030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-desperate-need-of-job.html' title='In Desperate Need Of A Job'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-76627478741204728</id><published>2008-09-17T19:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:01:33.949-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry For The Vaugeness.</title><content type='html'>Things have been super stressful with me lately, between school and the stuff going on in my family. So I apologize for the past two really short, cryptic blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty annoying. I was in a bad mood from yesterday, so things easily got on my nerves, but they got much better when I found out I got a 105% on my ecology test in biology, which was abosultely amazing, since I thought I did horrible! So my grade in biology is in a much better place then I thought it was, which is a huge relief becauseI have to work on bringing up my english grade. Hopefully the essay due tomorrow will bring it up. But that's it for today, because America's Next Top Model is on! Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-76627478741204728?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/76627478741204728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=76627478741204728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/76627478741204728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/76627478741204728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/09/sorry-for-vaugeness.html' title='Sorry For The Vaugeness.'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-3616826545762785997</id><published>2008-09-16T22:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:30:08.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Money Is Depressing</title><content type='html'>Another short post guys, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today's topic is monay. I don't have enough money to go to Orlando for choir. My mom doesn't have enough money to send me to college without taking out millions of dollars in student loans. And overall, life sucks right now.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-3616826545762785997?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/3616826545762785997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=3616826545762785997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/3616826545762785997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/3616826545762785997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/09/money-is-depressing.html' title='Money Is Depressing'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-4301447990602166605</id><published>2008-09-15T22:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:10:05.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday's Stink</title><content type='html'>Monday's are my least favorite day of the week for a reason. It means waking up early, going back to school, and just more shit in general. Today was no exception. But I'm super tried from this monday, so I need to get to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-4301447990602166605?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/4301447990602166605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=4301447990602166605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/4301447990602166605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/4301447990602166605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/09/mondays-stink.html' title='Monday&apos;s Stink'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-3421699733259584291</id><published>2008-09-14T17:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:40:03.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'>$100 Dollar Dash and Ap Biology Labs Plus a Puppy</title><content type='html'>Today has been spent doing homework. Writing my essay for AP Lang, finishing labs for AP bio, and doing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;homework&lt;/span&gt; with it as well. So don't have anything major to report, except we might be getting a puppy! Paulina's mom found a little beagle puppy, and she doesn't want to keep it, so I asked my mom about it and she told us we can keep it but we have to take care of it. We're not sure about it though, because there are other people who want the dog, plus it still could be someone elses dog. They put an ad in paper for a lost dog, so it all depends... but the dog is so cute. It's a 2 month old beagle, and she's a girl. She's sooooo adorable. I hope we get her. They named her Poochie after their old dog, and I think it suits her. Baby Poochie.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-3421699733259584291?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/3421699733259584291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=3421699733259584291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/3421699733259584291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/3421699733259584291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/09/100-dollar-dash-and-ap-biology-labs.html' title='$100 Dollar Dash and Ap Biology Labs Plus a Puppy'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-5159051721059520738</id><published>2008-09-13T21:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T21:06:34.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>iTunes and Trisha</title><content type='html'>Today was pretty boring, what else is new with me? Trisha and I were home alone the majority of the dad, and once my mom came home, she was freaking out over everything, which was super annoying. I did get my iTunes all fixed, so minus 3 songs, all of my music on the computer downstairs is now on my laptop, and synced to my iPod. So now more annoying problems to deal with. I made a failed attempt to do my homework, which I should probably get back to.... there really isn't anything else to say about my day, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-5159051721059520738?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/5159051721059520738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=5159051721059520738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/5159051721059520738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/5159051721059520738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/09/itunes-and-trisha.html' title='iTunes and Trisha'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6370047991822272521.post-560584421874049146</id><published>2008-09-12T18:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T18:58:32.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini naps Make Me More Tired....</title><content type='html'>Today was pretty boring. Pre-calculus is boring me to tears, biology is annoying me extremely, we never finish what we're doing, plus a girl I really can't stand was in my lab group today and she wouldn't stop complaining about not feeling well. If your sick that is completely understandable, but no one wants to hear you complain about if for a half-an-hour. Mrs. Minor never finished voice placing, so we have to wait till Tuesday. English always seems to go by so fast, all we did was revise our opening paragraphs for our essays, and just do the first draft for monday. So that was my friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a nap about 2 hours ago, and slept for a little over an hour, and it definately made me more sleepy, and hungry. I jus finished eating my make-shift dinner, but I'm still kinda sleepy. I should probably turn a light on in my room, keepe things from being so dark... I am just so glad it is finally Friday!&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Music.Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;~Music~Touches~Lives~&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6370047991822272521-560584421874049146?l=notesofmyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/feeds/560584421874049146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6370047991822272521&amp;postID=560584421874049146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/560584421874049146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6370047991822272521/posts/default/560584421874049146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesofmyday.blogspot.com/2008/09/mini-naps-make-me-more-tired.html' title='Mini naps Make Me More Tired....'/><author><name>Ms.Music.Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08504144348843115997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rCHihCNNtJ0/ShHg1V7KCEI/AAAAAAAAALM/m9CCs9COzsI/S220/weekend+in+wine+country+100edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
