<?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-6951853</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:14:06.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Try &amp; Abate the Feelin'</title><subtitle type='html'>TheyDontLoveYouLikeILoveYou</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtneymichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951853/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtneymichelle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11932469836370439551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951853.post-108563935507620259</id><published>2004-05-26T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T23:29:15.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everythingnegativebeginswith"comp"</title><content type='html'>complication&lt;br /&gt;computer&lt;br /&gt;compensation&lt;br /&gt;compiler&lt;br /&gt;competition&lt;br /&gt;compound&lt;br /&gt;compoundable&lt;br /&gt;comparative&lt;br /&gt;compression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont even get me started on acronyms&lt;br /&gt;mapS&lt;3h/m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951853-108563935507620259?l=courtneymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtneymichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/108563935507620259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951853&amp;postID=108563935507620259' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951853/posts/default/108563935507620259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951853/posts/default/108563935507620259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtneymichelle.blogspot.com/2004/05/everythingnegativebeginswithcomp.html' title='everythingnegativebeginswith&quot;comp&quot;'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11932469836370439551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951853.post-108546445147243644</id><published>2004-05-24T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T22:54:11.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IOU</title><content type='html'>dang it. i owe collie burgerstreet. sooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was very interesting =) too much to blog about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had a great workout, yoga does a body good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951853-108546445147243644?l=courtneymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951853.post-108537761346122186</id><published>2004-05-23T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T22:46:53.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S^</title><content type='html'>so much has gone on i don't even know where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;so im not going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;surfsup.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951853-108537761346122186?l=courtneymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtneymichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/108537761346122186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951853&amp;postID=108537761346122186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951853/posts/default/108537761346122186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951853/posts/default/108537761346122186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtneymichelle.blogspot.com/2004/05/s.html' title='S^'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11932469836370439551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951853.post-108516028605080594</id><published>2004-05-21T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T23:06:51.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer '04</title><content type='html'>I can't believe schools over and I don't feel an immense amount of reliefe. If anything, lately I feel a little more burdened because recent conversations with good friends are bringing bad news. First off, about a week ago I talked to Jarrod, he told me he's moving to Cali to work with Jim and live out there. (Jim's my old manager at Champs.) Although I never see Jarrod anymore, and he only lives about 2 seconds away, it is still quite bothersome because now I know I can't see him at any given point in time. He's like my big brother that I made out with once. ha. Also, Nolan is debating on weither or not to move to NC. Current situations are making that move a very high possibillity and I'm not sure how to be optimistic about it because I'm losing a great friend. I know I know, he's not dead, and neither is Jarrod, but once they move, that's it. No more spontanious visits at random points in time or suprise OC on tuesdays, or the guitar lessons that never happened, or seeing Noleander play with the Rang when I actually make it out to their shows.&lt;br /&gt;hmm//&lt;br /&gt;I hung out with &lt;a href="http://www.hotdancercolin.blogspot.com"&gt;Colly &lt;/a&gt;after school yesterday. What a cool guy! He sat through my soap with me before he headed off to the baseball game, Way to go trooper!&lt;br /&gt;Well, Thursday night was my official first night of the summer. Pretty much uneventful, yet very fun, though. Kyle came over when he got off work we went and got him a bite to eat, then out to Urban. I got a jacket, and some linnen pants. The jacket's the same one I borrowed from MeRhanda, so I can give her the jacket back, and get my jacket back from her, so Kyle can steal it from me. ha.&lt;br /&gt;After Urban he took me to the same park we took Prom pics at. Crossing that waterfall in flip flops and white linnen pants is no cake-walk. ha. Then we went to Starbucks, it felt &lt;strong&gt;sooo &lt;/strong&gt;good lastnight, and they actually made a very good passion tea, sometimes they sook.&lt;br /&gt;We came home and watched 28 Days Later (ha), he left, i slept, end of story. Well no, I forgot to tell you that he makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;Today I have to work, which does suck, but I actually don't mind as much because I haven't worked the past 2 days. I hope it will go by fast.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I work open to close (9:45-6:30). That does suck. Filks comes in at 12 and closes with me, then I'm sure we will head out to Graf's graduation party since the boyfriendie will be out of town (to Oklahoma for a concert). =( His Monkey will miss him mucho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go swim. Updateya La ta-ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951853-108516028605080594?l=courtneymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtneymichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/108516028605080594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951853&amp;postID=108516028605080594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951853/posts/default/108516028605080594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951853/posts/default/108516028605080594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtneymichelle.blogspot.com/2004/05/summer-04.html' title='Summer &apos;04'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11932469836370439551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951853.post-108502554216552385</id><published>2004-05-19T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T20:59:02.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Dance</title><content type='html'>The last day of the past 13 years of my life. I have spent 13 years working for tomorrow. That's weird.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I did Pi-Yo. It's a mixture of Pilates and Yoga, and it is wonnderfull! I have decided that once I turn 18 (August 10th.) I am going to work towards my Yoga certification. It's just a really neat way to work on your body, lengthen and tone, the best two things your can do to your muscles. All while improving circulation and calming your mind. &lt;strong&gt;Beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;. I would love to share that with people.&lt;br /&gt;After Pi-Yo, which is at 7:00, and if any of you want to plug into free yoga check www.yogapassport.com for places near you offering classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is talking about this whole graduation thing. I honestly haven't seen my paycheck from the past 13 years of my life. No grand finalie, no fireworks, &lt;strong&gt;not even a light show&lt;/strong&gt;. Just tomorrow. 2 pointless class periods of boardgames, movie, and conversation about how the year it over.&lt;br /&gt;You know, I am not leaving that school until something amazing happens, maybe it will burn down! That would be a heck of a finalie. Knowing my luck, I'd get trapped in the fire with a gay guy. How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951853-108502554216552385?l=courtneymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtneymichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/108502554216552385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951853&amp;postID=108502554216552385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951853/posts/default/108502554216552385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951853/posts/default/108502554216552385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtneymichelle.blogspot.com/2004/05/last-dance.html' title='Last Dance'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11932469836370439551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951853.post-108481672774033432</id><published>2004-05-17T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T10:59:54.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over now</title><content type='html'>I can't belive my entire public school career is coming to an end in a few &lt;strong&gt;long&lt;/strong&gt; days.&lt;br /&gt;Days of sun, warmth, and relaxation to come, and days of school every day at 730, retarded, yet typical, highschool drama, and some people. gone forever.&lt;br /&gt;That is either really sad.. or &lt;em&gt;REALLY&lt;/em&gt; exciting. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't believe in 3 days it will all be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florida is in &lt;em&gt;less than a month&lt;/em&gt;, and I really can't believe it. I remember back in November? talking to Krys' parents about how beauitful Destin was and looking at Condos on the computer. Now, on June 11th, me, kristy, and the Stinedurfs are driving down to Destin for a long beautiful week in our Townhouse, where the backdoor is &lt;strong&gt;50 &lt;/strong&gt;feet from the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;I would post a pic of our townhouse, but I'll have to ask Krys for the URL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowhearingthis: &lt;a href="http://www.joshkelley.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Josh Kelley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- For the Ride Home- &lt;em&gt;Solid Ground&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951853-108481672774033432?l=courtneymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtneymichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/108481672774033432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951853&amp;postID=108481672774033432' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951853/posts/default/108481672774033432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951853/posts/default/108481672774033432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtneymichelle.blogspot.com/2004/05/its-over-now.html' title='It&apos;s over now'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11932469836370439551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951853.post-108472222302245489</id><published>2004-05-16T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T08:43:43.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ha!</title><content type='html'>you are absolutely ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and exactly the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951853-108472222302245489?l=courtneymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtneymichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/108472222302245489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951853&amp;postID=108472222302245489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951853/posts/default/108472222302245489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951853/posts/default/108472222302245489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtneymichelle.blogspot.com/2004/05/ha.html' title='ha!'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11932469836370439551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951853.post-108468609172132890</id><published>2004-05-15T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T22:41:31.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ltr12</title><content type='html'>Work today was so gay. Card$mart authoritys are friiggennn retarded. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I went to the Letter Twelve show with Ashley and Ryan, Great show as usual.&lt;br /&gt;"prom was tite... i dont think anyone says that anymore.. tite... Prom was BADICAL." ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-"Hey Ryan, what's a covenant church?"&lt;br /&gt;Ryan-"Covenant is the name of the alien species on Halo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same question to Filks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her response-"Covenant is the name of the alien battleship on Halo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;double &lt;/strong&gt;ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and I also suprised my wonderful boy at the show. He didn't know I was coming, and I wasn't really planning on going until I talked to Filks. =) I know, aren't I just wonderful? I made his night 20.25 times better... and thats hard when you're up aginst &lt;a href="http://www.lettertwelve.com"&gt;Letter Twelve&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still can't believe you gave him your headband baby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welp i'm going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;when i'm at work.&lt;br /&gt;when i go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;when i wake up the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Hearing this: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/stores/artist/glance/-/99527/ref=m_art_dp/103-5555020-7007013"&gt;And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead&lt;/a&gt; Source Tags &amp; Codes- &lt;em&gt;How near How far&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Another Morning stoner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951853-108468609172132890?l=courtneymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtneymichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/108468609172132890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951853&amp;postID=108468609172132890' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951853/posts/default/108468609172132890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951853/posts/default/108468609172132890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtneymichelle.blogspot.com/2004/05/ltr12.html' title='Ltr12'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11932469836370439551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951853.post-108456928045894618</id><published>2004-05-14T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T18:49:17.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Chance at Mean Girls</title><content type='html'>I'm having a really good day today. First off, during first period we got to watch the Simpsons "Lord of the Flies" episode and i love Ralphy. "Tastes like burning."... thud. ha! Then I got my yearbook during second period so that saved me a trip after the DECA thing today.&lt;br /&gt;After school we went to AT&amp;T, but those fools are so busy, you gotta sign in on a sheet of paper and wait for them to call your name. So, since we are both rather impatient, and I say he just gets a phone off E-bay, we left. Then he got his oil changed, came back here and just enjoyed eachothers company. Kyle can predict evvvverrrryyything I'm feeling, and i think he feel's most of it too. (colin pukes) It's so weird sometimes, but i've realised it makes things so easy. I'm not good at talking.. I'm always the interrigator.&lt;br /&gt;Here goes the soap box. I'm talking to Colin (I'm his love counselor). Both of us have spent so much time in the past, not really with "boyfriends" or "girlfriends" but watching other relationships and all the horrible things that go on in most typical ones. All the jelousy, and revenge, and using eachothers love to break eachothers hearts, pretty much every wepon used to hate someone, with the person you "love." I have always believed that love is the only perfect thing in this world. Love is God's perfect design. Most people are too selfish to truly love someone or even know what it is, because in loving someone, you give up so much of yourself. It's devoting your heart to someone else. It takes so much patience, and kindness.. even when they are rude to you. My parents have shown me one thing, and that is, that in love it's a lot like a team, you each amplify eachothers strengths, and support their weakness'. It's like, in love and friendship, it's never you against eachother, but much like the both of you against the world. I also know that love will just come. There's no work involved, no struggle, no hinderance, God has a perfect design for what two people will share and each step will come just as they have too. So, I guess God has taught me a lot so far.&lt;br /&gt;Today DECA had a luncheon at the Taste of Italy! It was really good, me, filks, and merhanda has some oral pleasure, i mean.. good conversation on the way there. Those girls kill me. &lt;br /&gt;So tonight milove and I are going to go try and see mean girls again. ha. Let's hope it works out better than the last time. I'm sure it will, he's too good and being good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read colins post.&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"but for now, i have to finish my project on dwarfism for anatomy. should i feel bad that i am laughing at all the pictures i'm finding? haha. little people."&lt;/em&gt; -Colin.&lt;br /&gt;Now I am so afraid of midgets and their little hands. AH! SCARY!&lt;br /&gt;Like one time, Kyle was driving, I don't remember where we were going, but there was a midget in the minivan all proped up on boards or phone books or special midget driving seat, just enjoying the day.. with her little hands around the stearing wheel and i buried my head in his arms and told him to speed up.&lt;br /&gt;tweeteR893: me and krystle saw one when we were at the mall once&lt;br /&gt;tweeteR893: like she was talking, and i saw &lt;strong&gt;the thing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tweeteR893: and i was gettin kinda edgy&lt;br /&gt;tweeteR893: i thought it was gonna come take my chicken sandwich or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. we're mean.&lt;br /&gt;tweeteR893: i want to see a midget drive a mini cooper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh. I'm gonna go. postitlater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951853-108456928045894618?l=courtneymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtneymichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/108456928045894618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951853&amp;postID=108456928045894618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951853/posts/default/108456928045894618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951853/posts/default/108456928045894618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtneymichelle.blogspot.com/2004/05/second-chance-at-mean-girls.html' title='Second Chance at Mean Girls'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11932469836370439551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951853.post-108440152956589189</id><published>2004-05-12T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T15:38:49.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Week</title><content type='html'>So seniors (with exemptions) have only 1 week left. Next thursday is the last day then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Schools Out! Schools Out! Teachers Let the Monki's Out!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^saw that on a grad. card at work. ha.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that's it. 1 week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried working on the new temp. more today. HTML code is so annoying sometimes. I usually use a default blog tempate, then completely re-do it, but this one is stinkin' hard. What can I say, I'm a newb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krystle had a bad experience with cars (again) today. She broke the BMW. Can you believe it? 2 cars in 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;PS☺ Krystle- you better be working on Padre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for this weekend, I realllllllly wish it was possible to sleep through an entire weekend, that's what I feel like doing. As for what I am actually doing, Friday.. I'm off work, so who knows? Maybe Mean Girls? Last time I tried to see that it was the worst, and best, night of my life. //dramatization// (Both for the same reason). &lt;strong&gt;;)&lt;/strong&gt; Ha. &lt;em&gt;The night before I left for Nash..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Blake's having their spring show for school (it's a concert) and the &lt;a href="http://www.bangarang.us"&gt;Rang&lt;/a&gt; is playing out at The Icehouse in Rockwall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out. I think I'm gonna go work out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NowHearingThis-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shopping.msn.com/eshopframe.aspx?merchId=2412&amp;catId=0&amp;u=http%3a%2f%2fwww.amazon.com%2fexec%2fobidos%2fexternal-search%3ftag%3dmsn-search-kw2-20%26keyword%3dradiohead%26mode%3dblended"&gt;Radiohead&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid A- Everything in its Right Place&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951853-108440152956589189?l=courtneymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtneymichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/108440152956589189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951853&amp;postID=108440152956589189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951853/posts/default/108440152956589189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951853/posts/default/108440152956589189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtneymichelle.blogspot.com/2004/05/1-week.html' title='1 Week'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11932469836370439551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951853.post-108430968646390337</id><published>2004-05-11T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T14:48:18.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom Update</title><content type='html'>I wish every highschool dance was Prom. It was so much fun, and I just might have enjoyed all the other, previously acclaimed, "pointless" highschool dances that I attended. &lt;br /&gt;The day of prom was pretty stressful, just because of all the tedious things. ex. Whos getting the flowers? hair appointments, pictures, nails. ect. But luckly for me, I have a wonderful boyfriend who can just about relax me in any situation. What a guy.&lt;br /&gt;Once I had my hair done, make up, got kyles shirt, and finally got back to my house to get ready, it started to get fun. Kyle arrived, his shirt was totally outstanding! Kenneth Cole really came through for me at the last minute. We got dressed and headed out to jess'. All of the pictures turned out beautifully too! Everything just worked out perfectly, and not to mention, the "dance" was actually fun. Gambling was a loottt of fun. At the end of the night Kyle and I ended up with 42 tickets, but didn't win a thing. &lt;br /&gt;At Jess' we all hung out in the hot tub, Colin and his knee got in a huge fight, &lt;em&gt;Colin lost&lt;/em&gt;, and ended up sticking tampons up his nose. &lt;strong&gt;No joke.&lt;/strong&gt; ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to see prom pics, &lt;a href="http://prom04pictures.blogspot.com/"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/lazzuruss"&gt;Kyle &lt;/a&gt;has some too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951853-108430968646390337?l=courtneymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtneymichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/108430968646390337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951853&amp;postID=108430968646390337' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951853/posts/default/108430968646390337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951853/posts/default/108430968646390337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtneymichelle.blogspot.com/2004/05/prom-update.html' title='Prom Update'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11932469836370439551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951853.post-108429461012627180</id><published>2004-05-11T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T10:44:56.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Temp</title><content type='html'>Well, my blog is going through some changes. Ill repost all the prom pictures soon. I'm adding a place where you can leave me comments and ton's of other stuff! How exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951853-108429461012627180?l=courtneymichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtneymichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/108429461012627180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951853&amp;postID=108429461012627180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951853/posts/default/108429461012627180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951853/posts/default/108429461012627180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtneymichelle.blogspot.com/2004/05/new-temp.html' title='New Temp'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11932469836370439551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
