<?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-8463436</id><updated>2011-07-26T21:21:02.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Online Journal Thing</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesandstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463436/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesandstuff.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Esther Slaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551734951248202873</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>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463436.post-110348056438468926</id><published>2004-12-19T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T10:22:44.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12/19</title><content type='html'>I haven't written anything in like a week and a half. I guess I have a lot to say now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday we went to Saint Anthony's in San Fransisco for a leadership field trip. It was the most depressing thing of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everyone who thinks that people who are homeless made it so themselves: you might be right about some people, but not very many. It's really sad to meet these people, because many of them have stories to tell, and most of them have in commen that something went really wrong in their life. Some of them are mentally ill, immagrants, vets, or just born into poverty. And for everyone who's "afraid of homeless people," Suck it up! They're really nice if you give them your respect. It's not like they're going to attack you if you say merry christmas. Chances are they'll smile back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my sob lecture story thing. I just had to get it out of my system or else I'll cry again (Katie). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. On Thursday I slept over with Katie L. and Katie M. It was pretty cool. Katie L. has a crapload of bagels at her house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday we went downtown until like 7. Me and Maddy went over to Ana's and watched MTV for two hrs and thought it was like 10 minutes and Logan (who I'm pretty mad at. Again.) was like "Yeah we're downtown." So we ran from her house to the gas station which is like a pretty long sprint to apologize because I attacked him after school and during school and Mr. Miller was all, "Esther, violence is not the answer." And so it turns out he wasn't there in the first place. He's lucky I'm not going to see him for another two weeks. Maybe by then I'll forget about this and not have to kick his ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Saturday Ana and Maddy were over and we were all depressive and I wanted to cry but now I forget why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today is Sunday and I'm kind of sick because I ate Chinese food on Friday and that always makes me sick for a few days apparently because of MSG or something like that in the food that is "flavor inhancing" but not good for your stomach or something...blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like the most I've ever typed in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463436-110348056438468926?l=rosesandstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463436/posts/default/110348056438468926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463436/posts/default/110348056438468926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesandstuff.blogspot.com/2004/12/1219.html' title='12/19'/><author><name>Esther Slaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551734951248202873</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463436.post-110282707074832419</id><published>2004-12-11T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T20:51:10.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12/11</title><content type='html'>So Friday was the dance. It was pretty cool. I went to the 6th grade one again but didn't dance as much because I was kind of depressed. But I danced with Zakk because...well...he's my new best friend. Besides everyone else that are my best friends I mean. Well the 7/8th grade one, yeah no one went because they are all antisocail losers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I went home with Kaydee and Maddy. That was cool but never ask KT to make u a latte cuz she spills everywhere and it takes her like half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we went to the dollar store today and bought 75 razors, 75 bars of soap, and 75 toothpastes. It took like 30 minutes at the cash register and everyone else was pissed. The lines are so long in that place u spend more time waiting to leave then actually looking around! Crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess that's all. &lt;br /&gt;Katie's cats name is Furris and she takes pills. Isn't that hilarious? (Katie M.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463436-110282707074832419?l=rosesandstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesandstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/110282707074832419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463436&amp;postID=110282707074832419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463436/posts/default/110282707074832419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463436/posts/default/110282707074832419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesandstuff.blogspot.com/2004/12/1211.html' title='12/11'/><author><name>Esther Slaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551734951248202873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463436.post-110247132143495069</id><published>2004-12-07T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T18:02:01.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12/7</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was a very interesting day. It was kind of sad that after a really short day at school I realized it was just a few more hours until I had to go home and go to sleep then wake up and go to school. But me and Kadee went downtown and had a lot of food and hung out with Marianna, then walked to the library. That path is so scary I would never go that way alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went to the Teen Advisory meeting and got these posters to hand out at safeway. If anyone in the Teen thing wants to go with me tomorrow then they can...because it's going to be "fun". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when my mom came home I was all "can katie sleep over?" and she said YES. It was unbelievable but I love it. It was soo disappointing when Kt's mom said no. I wanted to cry. (btw i love ur entry about the possum kt that was hecka funny!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I'm replacing Logan because I'm mad at him. Zakk is the new and improved Logan. And it's like better because he's like a lot taller than Logan too!! It's like....just....better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today our bus driver was crazy (me and Tara took the 6th grade bus to harrass my brother) and I almost died. I slammed my shoulder against the window pannel thing. It really hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly am in a really good mood!! So if you have anything you want from me u should ask me today....u have a better chance of getting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463436-110247132143495069?l=rosesandstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463436/posts/default/110247132143495069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463436/posts/default/110247132143495069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesandstuff.blogspot.com/2004/12/127.html' title='12/7'/><author><name>Esther Slaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551734951248202873</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463436.post-110220864244891354</id><published>2004-12-04T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T17:05:21.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever Day It Is</title><content type='html'>Oh my God I'm so depressed and sad and &lt;em&gt;angry&lt;/em&gt;. It's like, kind of complicated, but there's this person who I thought was my friend and who I love but she thinks I don't like her, which is not true because I think she's one of the funniest and nicest people I know, and she got mad at me about something which wasn't even my fault and now she's telling all my friends bad things about me and talking about me behind my back and I actually cried over this. If anyone wants to know who or what IM me and I might tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are really fun and really stressful. So far I bought a bunch of X-mas presents and spent like seventy dollars and I'm not even done! It's kind of unbelievable how expensive it is. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so blah today. I really need a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463436-110220864244891354?l=rosesandstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesandstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/110220864244891354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463436&amp;postID=110220864244891354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463436/posts/default/110220864244891354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463436/posts/default/110220864244891354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesandstuff.blogspot.com/2004/12/whatever-day-it-is.html' title='Whatever Day It Is'/><author><name>Esther Slaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551734951248202873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463436.post-110124134174869636</id><published>2004-11-23T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T12:22:21.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11/23</title><content type='html'>Ew my braces are the ugliest shade of purple in the universe now. They're really bright and gross. I tell them I would please like violet and they give me hot pinkpurple. And my teeth hurt and my dad's making steak tonight because it's my grandma's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went in to my mom's kindergarten class and helped her teach them. Five year olds are so strange. One of them was all, "tomorrow's my birthday and I'm really going to be six!" and started shaking because he was so excitted. I seriously thought he was having a seizure and almost called an ambulance but my mom said he just gets that way when he's excitted. And another one wanted me to play Harry Potter with them, and another told me I was almost an adult. I was like yeah not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy almost Thanksgiving everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463436-110124134174869636?l=rosesandstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesandstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/110124134174869636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463436&amp;postID=110124134174869636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463436/posts/default/110124134174869636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463436/posts/default/110124134174869636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesandstuff.blogspot.com/2004/11/1123.html' title='11/23'/><author><name>Esther Slaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551734951248202873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463436.post-110106918971984524</id><published>2004-11-21T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T12:33:09.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11/21</title><content type='html'>I think Thanksgiving sucks. I'm stuck at home all week with my brother who refuses to stop playing friggin video games even to talk to my grandmother who is also here and smoking up our entire house. I swear if we don't have one fire by the end of the week it'll be a miricle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Top seven reasons why my break is crappy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. My dad is making me go to the gym which is really scarey because everyone at Oakwook has big &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;muscles and I'm like only 5'3 and weak&lt;br /&gt;2. My brother got Halo 2 and plays it for hours on end until at 2 in the morning I have to get up with my big hair and all and tell him to turn the damn thing off and go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;3. I can't go anywhere even if I wanted to because I promised my best friend's family that I would take care of their cats which actually I don't mind it's just I have to touch mealworms to feed the gecko and that's just gross. (Alixz don't take this the wrong way you know I love your pets it's just the cold mealworms freak me out)&lt;br /&gt;4.  Grandma is here.&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm getting my braces tightened tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm getting my hair cut and it always looks really bad.&lt;br /&gt;7. This weekend my brother's friend Sam is coming and bringing his bratty little brother. Thank you Eli for giving me this wonderful opportunity to babysit a seven year old and not get paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least I get a whole week away from Mr. Evil Mazmanian. I swear that man is going to take over the world and have everyone die or play a goddamn instrument. And his jokes are NOT FUNNY.&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/8463436-110106918971984524?l=rosesandstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463436/posts/default/110106918971984524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463436/posts/default/110106918971984524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesandstuff.blogspot.com/2004/11/1121.html' title='11/21'/><author><name>Esther Slaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551734951248202873</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463436.post-110029442760647904</id><published>2004-11-12T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T13:20:27.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11/12</title><content type='html'>I spent the entire morning cleaning my house. My  mom woke me up with "Esther get up your closet needs to be organized." It was seven o'clock. What do you say to that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Wednesday after school I went to Rheem with Ana, Maddy, and Logan. We were going to go see the Grudge but of course it wasn't playing like they said it would on the phone. Besides, it took like an hour and a half to actually get to Rheem from school. We ran to Miramonte, missed their bus, and had to wait until like 4:30 to catch another bus. I don't think I'll be doing that again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if anyone wants to do something Saturday I have no plans, and if no one calls I'm going to be stuck home all day with my brother, which I would rather &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; do again. At least tomorrow I'm allowed to go places. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored it's unbelievable.&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/8463436-110029442760647904?l=rosesandstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesandstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/110029442760647904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463436&amp;postID=110029442760647904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463436/posts/default/110029442760647904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463436/posts/default/110029442760647904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesandstuff.blogspot.com/2004/11/1112.html' title='11/12'/><author><name>Esther Slaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551734951248202873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463436.post-109985407919853164</id><published>2004-11-07T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T11:01:19.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11/6</title><content type='html'>Thank you Logan for helping me realize that all guys think about are video games, boobs, and sex. I really still don't understand why, but whatever. I asked a bunch of guys how they can sit in front of the TV for hours and play stupid games where they shoot eachother, and even tried (Ana) to play it myself, but it's so boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I saw the Incredibles with Maddy and Ana and actually thought some parts were funny. But it was sort of sad because the theater cracked up at things that were really unfunny and then during things that weren't supposed to be funny we all started laughing. Also the line for that movie was really long, like a lot longer than I thought it would be. It's more fun to see movies when there's no one in the theater but you and your friends, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think sixth grade dating is really funny. Like how sixth graders are always like "yeah I'm going out with so-and-so," when they don't even know what dating is. My inspirations for mentioning this would be my brother and his friend. They're like six and already have girl problems (okay they're elven but they do good impressions of six year olds). And it's impossible to help them because that's not what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Sunday's suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463436-109985407919853164?l=rosesandstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463436/posts/default/109985407919853164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463436/posts/default/109985407919853164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesandstuff.blogspot.com/2004/11/116.html' title='11/6'/><author><name>Esther Slaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551734951248202873</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463436.post-109917019202090818</id><published>2004-10-30T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T14:03:12.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10/30</title><content type='html'>Last night was the dance. I went to the sixth grade one as well since I'm in leadership. It was the funniest thing I've ever been to. If the dj played the songs he played there we would have shot him. Also, how does everyone know what snowballing is? I had no idea until last night, and that's because I had to be the first one to do it in front of all those sixth graders. At least the guy was taller than me. Oh my god sixth graders are so hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the seventh and eighth grade dance, I never realized how bitchy seventh graders are. It's sort of funny though because some of them really want to be sluts but are only like twelve. And in the bathroom Hannah Perez was asking a bunch of girls whether they freaked or not and I think they got a little scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow me, Lucy, Katie Requa, and Ana are going shopping at Sun Valley from like 11-4. If you want to come just meet us there and call my cell so we can say where to meet (925 360 1466). Then we're going to the downs to trick-or-treat at like six. I really wish Halloween wasn't on a "school night" because my mother won't let me stay up past like 9:30. Stupid curfew. &lt;br /&gt;&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/8463436-109917019202090818?l=rosesandstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463436/posts/default/109917019202090818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463436/posts/default/109917019202090818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesandstuff.blogspot.com/2004/10/1030.html' title='10/30'/><author><name>Esther Slaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551734951248202873</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463436.post-109832881383142323</id><published>2004-10-20T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T20:22:06.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10/20</title><content type='html'>I swear I updated this thing yesterday but actually it didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I took the science test and I think I might have actually passed but I don't think I did really great either. Thank you Sarah, Lucy, Claire, Marianna, and Tara for helping me study even though on Tueday we didn't actually study that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm incredebly tired right now and I think it's because of my contacts. They make my eyes tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In core today me and Katie Ladaceur spent the entire period laughing at the Amish video. i don't know why we thought that was so funny but kinda tragic when he was like, "It's very exciting to walk into church." Oh my God I'm such a looser I laugh at things that are not funny at all. Everyone was looking at us like we were crazy. Because of course no one else thought it was funny. Just us. We're such blondes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what kind of hair I really want? I want straight, dark brown hair. That would be so cool to have straight hair. Naturally. I hate having curly hair because I just end up straightening it every morning anyway. It only takes me like 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Spencer on the bus today and everyone thinks that he and Jenelle made out which he says isn't true and I believe him but Andrew and Danny kept bugging the shit out of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god I just realized that I look like Cindy Lauper if I part my hair way to the side and rub it with a towel. Maybe I'll be her for Halloween! But maybe not because my mom got this pink wig which I really want to wear. A lot. I heart the heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463436-109832881383142323?l=rosesandstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesandstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/109832881383142323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463436&amp;postID=109832881383142323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463436/posts/default/109832881383142323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463436/posts/default/109832881383142323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesandstuff.blogspot.com/2004/10/1020.html' title='10/20'/><author><name>Esther Slaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551734951248202873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463436.post-109790431962113134</id><published>2004-10-15T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T22:26:10.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10/15</title><content type='html'>Tonight was the Tricity dance. I hate that stupid dance. Next time I'm gonna have my own party. Thank you nameless people (not actually nameless I just can't say) for ruining my night. Now my finger's screwed up and so is my head. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I like someone who my friend likes too and it's really bad. But I know for a fact that he doesn't like her as anything more than a friend. It's so complicated and not good. I hate school. It messes with everyone's head, especially mine. God why can't everyone justleave me alone for a little while?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate weekends. I actually would rather go to school than have to hang around at my house. Let me describe my house:&lt;br /&gt;Mom. Sick with bronchitis. Again. She stays in bed and can't drive me anywhere. &lt;br /&gt;Dad. Gone every other weekend. Not like he can do anything with me. And when he does actually spend some time at home he's too busy dealing with everyone else that I don't even matter.&lt;br /&gt;Brother. Self explanitory.&lt;br /&gt;Brother's friends who practically live here like Adrian and James. I don't mind Adrian, most because he has the best accent ever. But James is just mean. I think he hates me, too.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my grandma is visiting soon. She's staying for a week and a half. I don't really want to spend so long with her. She doesn't like me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to take boxing with me because I seriously need to punch something really really soon. I'M SO PISSED OFF ABOUT MY LIFE I'M GOING TO STRANGLE MY BLANKET!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463436-109790431962113134?l=rosesandstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463436/posts/default/109790431962113134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463436/posts/default/109790431962113134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesandstuff.blogspot.com/2004/10/1015.html' title='10/15'/><author><name>Esther Slaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551734951248202873</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463436.post-109738480159001180</id><published>2004-10-09T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T22:06:41.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10/9</title><content type='html'>I think I haven't written in like a week. I was going to write yesterday but the game went later than I thought so I was out late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday (Friday) was really busy for me. After school I went downtown with Katie R. and Logan and some other guy who I don't know and they ditched us to go see a movie so Katie and I ended up going home early. I had to watch the stupid debate at 6 which was a little less boring than the other ones but still really painful to watch. Then I walked bach to the library and got picked up by Katie to go to the game, where practically everyone was, including some nameless people which I think I made feel really bad but actually that's not entirely my fault (you can ask me about it if you want.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I spent the entire day with Alixz and we saw Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow which is a geeky movie but I liked it. Tonight I took a bubble bath and fell asleep for like ten minutes in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Century Theater popcorn is the best popcorn ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463436-109738480159001180?l=rosesandstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463436/posts/default/109738480159001180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463436/posts/default/109738480159001180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesandstuff.blogspot.com/2004/10/109.html' title='10/9'/><author><name>Esther Slaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551734951248202873</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463436.post-109684849047133737</id><published>2004-10-03T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T13:24:50.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10/3</title><content type='html'>Wow I thought so much this weekend and got so little sleep I have a migrane. Because on Friday I slept over at Katie L's with Sarah Smith and we actually slept more than three hours, but last night I slept over with Katie R. and me and Mancy stayed up until like four. This afternoon I tried to take a nap but the only way for me to fall asleep when it's light out is to take Nyquil and I'm actually not allowed to take that unless I'm really sick, which I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dance on Friday was okay, I think. But we spent all those hours getting it ready only for stupid eighth graders to tear it down. And it was so much fun for me to ask someone whether they liked my friend or not and see they're reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napoleon Dynaminte is the best movie in the world! I love that movie. It's going on my good list. It's sort of funny but I have like this list in my head of good and bad. Like I catagorize everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8463436-109684849047133737?l=rosesandstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosesandstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/109684849047133737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463436&amp;postID=109684849047133737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463436/posts/default/109684849047133737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463436/posts/default/109684849047133737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesandstuff.blogspot.com/2004/10/103.html' title='10/3'/><author><name>Esther Slaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551734951248202873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463436.post-109651922444960959</id><published>2004-09-29T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T21:40:24.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9/28</title><content type='html'>Rumors are the funniest things ever. It's kind of sad when they get spread about you, unless they're the funny kind. I think rumors are like in different catagories. Like dating, sad, and funny. But there's this rumor that me and my friend are dating sixth graders and we made out and stuff. I think that's funny. But now I have to go yell at the guy who started it which happens to be the sixth grader that my friend "make out with." It's not true by the way, we would never sink that low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm getting braces on October 11th. I'm really sad because I don't want them, but I do want straight teeth. I forget the word but it's like I don't agree with me. But it's not that big a deal, because I'll have them for eighteen months tops. What do you do if you have a friend and part of you wants to blow up at her/him and part of you wants to just relax? If I kick them both out of my head, who will be left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Top Ten lies they tell you in middle school (Shhh Alixz, I made these up.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The councilers are here to help.&lt;br /&gt;9. We are enforcing the dress code fairly.&lt;br /&gt;8. Cell phones after school is a privilage that can be taken away.&lt;br /&gt;7. You will make many new friends in sixth grade.&lt;br /&gt;6. Cheating will not be tolerated.&lt;br /&gt;5. The bus drivers are highly trained proffesionals.&lt;br /&gt;4. The same rules in school apply to the bus.&lt;br /&gt;3. There will never be too much homework on one day.&lt;br /&gt;2. Everyone will respect each other in Middle School.&lt;br /&gt;1. Everyone will get along. Teachers, administrators, and most of all, students of all grades. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463436-109651922444960959?l=rosesandstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463436/posts/default/109651922444960959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463436/posts/default/109651922444960959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesandstuff.blogspot.com/2004/09/928.html' title='9/28'/><author><name>Esther Slaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551734951248202873</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463436.post-109625349645877663</id><published>2004-09-26T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T19:51:36.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9/26 </title><content type='html'>Today was really wierd. Ever have days where you're anticipating something fun and it turns out opposite of what you expect? That's kinda what happened today. Maybe if you ask me I'll tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually never thought I'd say this but I'm glad tomorrow's school. It was cool to see Alixz but that's about it. And I'm so tired right now I barely got any sleep. Tonight I'm going to go to sleep at like eight thirty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Katie Requa's birthday on Tuesday. She's turning 14. Why is everyone so much older than me? I just turned 13 on July 8th. I have the same birthday as Jared and Reed except I'm like 15 hours older than Reed and 3 hours younger than Jared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite holiday is coming up a couple of months. If you don't love Christmas then you are crazy, because Christmas is the best holiday ever. My mom always makes the best food and I'm getting a 50 dollar jacket that I've wanted since a few months ago but can't afford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are destroyed pants from Hollister so expensive? I can't believe I'm gonna spend 65 dollars on a pair of ripped pants this Friday. But I get a belt with it, so actually that's a pretty good deal for something from Hollister. If Forever21 sold those jeans they'd be like 20 dollars. If anyone knows where I can get cheaper "destroyed" jeans please tell me before Friday. Actually I went to &lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com"&gt;www.forever21.com&lt;/a&gt; and there was a picture of a girl with ripped jeans on but I couldn't find them on the website. I hate that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really happy because I just found out that my computer doesn't have a virus. If my computer had a virus I would have to go like a year before I could get another one, or I'd use my brother's extra computer which was my old one and like a billion frikkin years old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I wrote a lot. But that's okay because this week I'm going to be so busy so I might not get to write until Thursday or Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Best Friend's Wedding was a bad movie. Don't see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463436-109625349645877663?l=rosesandstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463436/posts/default/109625349645877663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463436/posts/default/109625349645877663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesandstuff.blogspot.com/2004/09/926.html' title='9/26 '/><author><name>Esther Slaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551734951248202873</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463436.post-109613754404794870</id><published>2004-09-25T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T11:39:04.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9/25</title><content type='html'>I think I got about 13 hours of sleep last night and I'm still tired. Is it possible to get too much sleep so that's why I'm tired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going somewhere at four so I won't be able to update this tonight so I'm doing it now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow me, Alixz, and Elias are hanging out downtown. And tonight Alixz is sleeping over and I'm really happy because we only see each other like once every other week. In case you didn't know, Alixz doesn't go to OIS, and that is how she spells her name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday we're beginning to real planning of the dance. Becka, Katie L, Nate, Claire G. and I are decorating the kitchen and the wall. We only have fifty dollars to spend on decoration though, which actually isn't that much, but I think we can do it. I'm actually kind of looking forward to it because I get along with everyone in the group and all of us are not controlly. It's too hard to work with people who are obsessed with being the "leader". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to come up with a flyer for the 80's dance. If anyone has a good idea email it to me at esther.slaman@mail.lycos.com because I don't have any ideas yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have some breakfastlunch now (that's when you wake up too late for breakfast and too early for lunch but are still hungry, in case you couldn't figure that out).  I probably won't update this tomorrow though.&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/8463436-109613754404794870?l=rosesandstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463436/posts/default/109613754404794870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463436/posts/default/109613754404794870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesandstuff.blogspot.com/2004/09/925.html' title='9/25'/><author><name>Esther Slaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551734951248202873</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463436.post-109607522285215205</id><published>2004-09-24T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T11:41:14.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9/24</title><content type='html'>Wow this week was crap. School messes with everyone's head because friends become unfriends and everyone's in love with everyone else and no one has the guts to tell them. It's just so complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is the "80's Dance." I'm in leadership and whoever's reading this right now had better come I mean it. There won't be 80's music and you don't have to dress up if you don't want to. I really wanted an Outer Space dance. That would have been so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sick of my "friends" thinking I'm dumb. Actually I get all A's and B's and only got two C's on my report card of the last quarter in 7th grade. That was the worst report card I ever got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how is it funny to trick me? I'm really pissed at a few people right now, and I think that they know who they are. If they want to apologize, they can call. So far no one has bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually that makes me really sad because a bunch of people I thought were my friends aren't. Apparently they either think I'm stupid or hate me. I just want to stab something. But I won't.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't think anyone will ever read this but I don't really care. Sorry Jenelle, I copied you. But I'm not going to type all this to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&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/8463436-109607522285215205?l=rosesandstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463436/posts/default/109607522285215205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463436/posts/default/109607522285215205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosesandstuff.blogspot.com/2004/09/924.html' title='9/24'/><author><name>Esther Slaman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10551734951248202873</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></entry></feed>
