<?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-9994946</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:51:40.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, a way to keep up with my life. Finally.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9994946/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreeblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433899820683544049</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>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9994946.post-6368923436487538587</id><published>2007-05-26T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T09:45:54.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail the conquering manager</title><content type='html'>So, I'm officially a manager at Long John Silver's/A&amp;amp;W Tahlequah. Store 5429, HOO-AH! But I make the big bucks now at a whopping $7.50 an hour, and I get to boss people around now and write them up when they don't listen to me and stuff. And Matt may be leaving Sears (he's been working there as a delivery and installation guy) to build fences for some guy he was delivering and installing appliances for. LoL. Small world and irony and all that jazz. In other news, I've been nominated for Poet of the Year through poetry.com and the International Society of Poets for the sixth year running and, were I able to attend the convention, I would be receiving the Outstanding Achievement in Poetry Award, as well as something else I don't remember at the moment, I'm among the 2006 Who's Who in Poetry, Noble House publishing wants to use my newest piece in their next international publication, due 2008, and I've simultaneously become a Poetry Ambassador Associate and been nominated for Poetry Ambassador in 2008. But I don't like to brag. :)) But I've got laundry to do and stuff, so I'm gonna get offa here. L8ERS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9994946-6368923436487538587?l=thebreeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6368923436487538587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9994946&amp;postID=6368923436487538587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9994946/posts/default/6368923436487538587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9994946/posts/default/6368923436487538587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreeblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/hail-conquering-manager.html' title='Hail the conquering manager'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433899820683544049</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-9994946.post-117633519306579190</id><published>2007-04-11T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T16:46:33.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 months of no internet.....ach...</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been too long since I last posted, but the good news is that Matt is no longer working at Sonic. His boss, Richard, finally put Matt in a position where it was either put up with a ridiculous amount of rubbish, or quit. So he put in his two weeks on Sunday, Monday was his day off and he got called in to work for Richard to tell him he was terminating his employment early so that he didn't sabotage the store. But it's better, because Matt will be making more money if he gets hired on at Wal-Mart. It'll be great. I'm going to be moved up to manager at our local Long John Silver's/A&amp;W in four weeks. We'll be pretty much set after that.  But I'll be able to post on a regular basis from now on, so leave me comments and stuff so that I know what's going on with everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9994946-117633519306579190?l=thebreeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/117633519306579190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9994946&amp;postID=117633519306579190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9994946/posts/default/117633519306579190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9994946/posts/default/117633519306579190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreeblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/7-months-of-no-internetach.html' title='7 months of no internet.....ach...'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433899820683544049</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-9994946.post-115447610743227839</id><published>2006-08-01T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T16:48:27.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow. And here I thought updating would be simple.</title><content type='html'>Well, obviously I can't keep up with anything, even at my own leisure. I know I haven't posted anything in a long time, and the information I have to share shows it. I'm no longer with Seth Short. That's been over for quite a while. Like, eight months, quite a while. But for only a day less than Seth and I have been broken up (and no, that was not planned), Mattew Ballard and I have been together. He's 20, and will be 21 the day after I turn 19. He's sweet, and strangely slow to anger. And with this family, we know how hard it is to find someone slow to anger. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    But he and I are engaged, and have been almost from the third month we were together. We will be tying the knot on April 20, 2007. Probably where Damian and Sheilah had their wedding, and for those of you who don't know where the heck that was, it's out towards Braggs, between Tahlequah and Muskogee. It's out on the lake. Beautiful rock banquet hall with a gorgeous view onto the lake. I'm getting distracted aren't I? Oh well. ADHD and all that....what? Sorry. Got distracted. What was I talking about? OH yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Matt (so you guys know generally what to expect) is about 6'2", and doesn't weigh much more than me at my 145lbs. Me and my scrawny men. LoL. His hair's that weird mix between red, blond, and brown that some people get, that I like to call "strawberry auburn". He has blue eyes that have a small circle of spring green at the center. He's not as well educated or well informed as most of the family, so all of you, take it easy on him when you first meet him, okay?  But he's sweet, and better to me than my last boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Mom and Dad bought Tasha and I a trailer out on the property, but Tasha's moving out over the course of the next week, and after that, Matt's moving in. We've pretty much been living together from day one, though.  I don't think we've spent a night apart since Seth moved out of my apartment in January. But I really don't see that as a bad thing. I have even more confidence than I had before, because Matt has been able to accomplish something no one else has ever been able to do. He's shown me that I'm actually BEAUTIFUL! Can you believe it? Me. *small chuckle* 'Course, people have been telling me this for years, but I have never been able to see it before Matt. But if you want more details, gimme a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh, one last thing. I don't work at Sonic anymore, although that was how Matt and I met. I run the local head shop in Tahlequah now. LoL. But it's a good job, and I get $240 every week. AND $200 in 30% discounts every month. Pretty groovy, eh? But ask me what you want, and I'll give you an answer. Laters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9994946-115447610743227839?l=thebreeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115447610743227839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9994946&amp;postID=115447610743227839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9994946/posts/default/115447610743227839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9994946/posts/default/115447610743227839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreeblog.blogspot.com/2006/08/wow-and-here-i-thought-updating-would.html' title='Wow. And here I thought updating would be simple.'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433899820683544049</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-9994946.post-112715286625900369</id><published>2005-09-19T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T11:01:06.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow. Looky there. It's been a long time since last time I posted. A lot's happened. Let's see here. I graduated high school, and got a job. Almost a month ago, my boyfriend (yes, still Seth) and I moved in together. We're in an apartment on Allen Road on the way out of Tahlequah. I caught a respiratory infection from a co-worker a couple of weeks ago, and missed a week of class because of it. Thank you, Jesse. :b Anyway, yes, I'm doing the college thing and it's going relatively well. My professors are letting me hand in the late work and make up tests, so yay for me. I work at Sonic, so to all the fam, next time you head this way, drop by and give me a tip ;)  But nothing like "Never extend your fingers to strangers; they may bite them off", mmk? But, anywho, I'm gonna get offa here. The prof should be here any sec. L8ERS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9994946-112715286625900369?l=thebreeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112715286625900369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9994946&amp;postID=112715286625900369' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9994946/posts/default/112715286625900369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9994946/posts/default/112715286625900369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreeblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433899820683544049</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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9994946.post-111566280584940582</id><published>2005-05-09T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T11:20:05.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's that in the sky? A bird? A plane? A diploma!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, as some of you may know, graduation is coming up in a few weeks (on May 27, to be precise) and I know everybody reading this has an invitation, so there's no reason you can't either come, or come up with a lame excuse not to in time. I need RSVP's by about the 24th so I know how heavy-duty to clean the house, so everybody needs to, rather than comment their RSVP, e-mail it to me at either my address (&lt;a href="mailto:vampyregurl7@yahoo"&gt;vampyregurl7@yahoo&lt;/a&gt;) or Mom's (&lt;a href="mailto:linnymac@yahoo"&gt;linnymac@yahoo&lt;/a&gt;). I would sincerely appreciate it if that would be at all possible. Yes, in less than three weeks, I'll be walking across the stage, and getting the folder for my diploma, which I'll pick up at the high school about a week later. My grades are pretty good (4 A's and a C), and with any luck I'll get pretty close to a 3.0. But everybody needs to get back to me on that. L8ERS, all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9994946-111566280584940582?l=thebreeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111566280584940582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9994946&amp;postID=111566280584940582' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9994946/posts/default/111566280584940582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9994946/posts/default/111566280584940582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreeblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/whats-that-in-sky-bird-plane-diploma.html' title='What&apos;s that in the sky? A bird? A plane? A diploma!!!'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433899820683544049</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9994946.post-110910191424797605</id><published>2005-02-22T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T11:51:54.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally able to post again</title><content type='html'>Well, my computer in my 6th hour has been doing wonky crap lately, so this is the first post I've done in a while.  I'm not having actual attacks anymore, but I'm coughing up crud.  I'm all *hack hack* *spit*.  Seth and I finally got his research project done last night at like 20 till 10.  But it's done and handed in and that's what counts.  Tomorrow and Thursday are finals for the trimester, and next week I'll have a whole new schedule.  Yippee.  But, luckily, no more racist full-bloods harassing me in 2nd hour after this week.  In ten days, Seth and I will have been together for 1year and 6months.  I need to ask Mom for $40 dollars so he and I can go to prom.  I don't remember if I've mentioned it before, so as an update, my best friends Heather and Adam were dating, have split up, and now Heather's dating Seth's brother Jonah.  The only downside is that when they argue, they're on opposite ends of the couch with us in the middle, so we just look at each other and giggle.  I guess I'm done ranting for today, so here's to nasty processed school food and the nausea that goes with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9994946-110910191424797605?l=thebreeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110910191424797605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9994946&amp;postID=110910191424797605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9994946/posts/default/110910191424797605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9994946/posts/default/110910191424797605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreeblog.blogspot.com/2005/02/finally-able-to-post-again.html' title='Finally able to post again'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433899820683544049</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-9994946.post-110867053570875390</id><published>2005-02-17T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T12:02:15.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress.....too.....much........(insert asthma attack here)</title><content type='html'>Ugh.  This week has been hell.  Sunday, Seth came over to work on his research project for English (which is past due), and about mid-evening, I started having asthma attacks.  Like, bad.  This has persisted to today.  I haven't had a bad one in a few hours now, so I'm all happy, but exhausted and very sore from all the coughing.  But back to Seth.  He came over when he wasn't supposed to, so Jonah came and took the truck, but he brought it back later, so it was all good.  But next week is the end of the trimester.  He has until Tuesday to finish his research paper, and because it's really slow-going, his mother is now convinced that we haven't been doing any work on it, we've just been making out, which really makes me mad that Glenda would think I would put Seth's grade on the line just for a little touch.  So hopefully, he'll be able to come over at some point this weekend and we can finish it so he doesn't fail.  But I think all my asthma issues have been stress induced, cuz I was all stressed out yesterday, and had a bunch of asthma attacks, and the day before, too, and the day before that, going back to Sunday evening.  I finally went in for a breathing treatment on Tuesday, and they gave me a nebulizer and the meds for it and Grandpa Jerry hooked me up with an oxygen tank so I can breathe now, or at least work my way up to it.  Wish me good health and little stress, folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9994946-110867053570875390?l=thebreeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110867053570875390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9994946&amp;postID=110867053570875390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9994946/posts/default/110867053570875390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9994946/posts/default/110867053570875390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreeblog.blogspot.com/2005/02/stresstoomuchinsert-asthma-attack-here.html' title='Stress.....too.....much........(insert asthma attack here)'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433899820683544049</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-9994946.post-110789232268797717</id><published>2005-02-08T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T11:52:02.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS sucks.</title><content type='html'>Ah, once again, I am doomed to go through the monthly evil that is womanhood, and once again, I wish it had never started.  I'm bloated, cramping, headachey, and just all around uncomfortable.  I don't know how to MAKE IT STOP!!!  But Seth and I are doing well.  He hasn't mentioned anything about an eating disorder since our big fight about it.  My best friend, Heather, and Seth's big brother, Jonah, are now dating, and I'm very happy for them.  Heather was dating my other best friend, Adam, and they were not good for each other at all.  And Jonah needed someone stable (he's separated, and his ex is clinically skitzoid), so I'm glad they're working out:D.  But that's about all there is to report.  Signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9994946-110789232268797717?l=thebreeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110789232268797717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9994946&amp;postID=110789232268797717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9994946/posts/default/110789232268797717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9994946/posts/default/110789232268797717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreeblog.blogspot.com/2005/02/pms-sucks.html' title='PMS sucks.'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433899820683544049</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-9994946.post-110737510852101674</id><published>2005-02-02T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T12:11:48.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'> AAARRGGH!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, I have to say I'm the maddest I have been at Seth since the week and a half this time last year that we were broken up.  Meeting Sara went well, if you discount the fact that she looks like a tall cross between me and Tasha, but with a round face. And now I still don't know if he started dating me for me or b/c I reminded him of Sara. And about an hour before she showed up, he and I got in a huge fight over him saying, "You make me worry that you have an eating disorder." EXCUSE ME?!? I worked my ass off, both literally and figuratively, to lose wieght and look better for HIM (shrank my stomach) and now he's accusing me of having an eating disorder b/c it doesn't take as much food for me to function as it does him? I don't even think so! I don't even think, even after telling him he did, he realizes how much he hurt my feelings saying that. I ended up in the bathroom crying. And then he was talking about how he was sorry, he took it back, but he's concerned that I'm hurting myself. When he starts seeing blood, then he can worry. In the meantime he needs to just let me do my own thing, and he doesn't realize that just because he has to eat six times a day, that I don't. I dunno. I'm just all aaarrggh. But I'm gonna play solitaire now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9994946-110737510852101674?l=thebreeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110737510852101674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9994946&amp;postID=110737510852101674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9994946/posts/default/110737510852101674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9994946/posts/default/110737510852101674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreeblog.blogspot.com/2005/02/aaarrggh_02.html' title=' AAARRGGH!!!'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433899820683544049</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-9994946.post-110737423081069240</id><published>2005-02-02T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T12:03:11.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAARRGGH!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Well, I have to say I am the most angry today at Seth that I have been in a long time. In fact, in almost a year (he and I broke up for about a week &amp;amp;1/2 about a year ago). He's got it in his head that just because I don't eat as much as he thinks I should, I "might have an eating disorder". I mean, it's not like I don't eat, or that I eat and then puke it all up. I just usually only eat once a day, but I eat only when I'm hungry, and since I shrank my stomach (to get thin to look better for HIM) I don't need to eat as much to achieve fullness. And I still don't know if he started dating me for me or because I reminded him of Sara. She could pass as another sister of mine. She looks like a cross between me and Tasha, but taller and with a round face. He keeps telling me he got with me for me, and I know that in the thought process section, but the instinct section's going, "eh.....i dunno......" and it's starting to get depressing. :(( But I mean, how dare he accuse me of having an eating disorder!!! After all, he's smaller than I am, and he eats about ten times more than I do. I dunno, it just bugs me. But I'm gonna go play Zuma now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9994946-110737423081069240?l=thebreeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110737423081069240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9994946&amp;postID=110737423081069240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9994946/posts/default/110737423081069240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9994946/posts/default/110737423081069240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreeblog.blogspot.com/2005/02/aaarrggh.html' title='AAARRGGH!!!!'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433899820683544049</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-9994946.post-110728767002216136</id><published>2005-02-01T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T11:54:30.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ermmmm....</title><content type='html'>Well, everybody wish me luck. Today, in about two hours, I get to meet an old friend and ex of Seth's. Name of Sarah. I'm kinda uneasy about it. Cuz from what he says, it's not like I'm afraid she's hotter than me or anything, it's just that she's an old flame and someone he's known a lot longer than me, so she knows things about him I don't, and THAT'S what makes me uneasy, cuz there'll be inside jokes and stuff that I'm not a part of! :(( I'm scurred (my version of scared). So everybody wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9994946-110728767002216136?l=thebreeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110728767002216136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9994946&amp;postID=110728767002216136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9994946/posts/default/110728767002216136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9994946/posts/default/110728767002216136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreeblog.blogspot.com/2005/02/ermmmm.html' title='Ermmmm....'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433899820683544049</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-9994946.post-110625335851367834</id><published>2005-01-20T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T12:35:58.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*eyetwitch* I'm fine...*eyetwitch*...promise...*eyetwitch*....</title><content type='html'>Man, the few days have just kinda sucked. On Monday, I went to Seth's house, and he gave me a back massage, only to drop me sideways accidentally when I asked him to pull me backwards so I could stretch. Then Tuesday, my back hurt too bad for me to go to school, so I stayed home and slept all day. Then Wednesday, I had a big ol' honkin' worksheet I had to convert to see-say-write in Cherokee class, and I almost had to do a debate with an almost non-existant voice, but John got blue-slipped out of school, so I didn't have to do it. Then today (thursday), I could not figure out my Trig assignment, and then in Computer Repair, another girl and I had to check seventeen computers for 6 applications. It took most of the hour. I'm writing this, and I only got done doing it about 10 minutes ago, and school lets out in about 10-15 minutes. It took a while. But tomorrow I get to go to Seth's, so I'm holding out for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9994946-110625335851367834?l=thebreeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110625335851367834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9994946&amp;postID=110625335851367834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9994946/posts/default/110625335851367834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9994946/posts/default/110625335851367834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreeblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/eyetwitch-im-fineeyetwitchpromiseeyetw.html' title='*eyetwitch* I&apos;m fine...*eyetwitch*...promise...*eyetwitch*....'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433899820683544049</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-9994946.post-110616598108056569</id><published>2005-01-19T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T12:19:41.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blech.......</title><content type='html'>Man, this weekend was just wierd. I went to my friend Heather's house to spend a couple nights with her, and her mother accused me of turning on her when we hadn't been at the house all day, and then I went over to Seth's and gave him a back rub, and in return he rubbed my back, and then I asked him to help me stretch backwards by pulling on my arms, and as he was pulling on my arms, he dropped me, and I fell over sideways and tweeked my back, and ended up staying home all day yesterday recuperating, and now today, my throat's all sore and I keep losing and regaining my voice and it kinda sux. XP(&lt;-cross-eyed tongue-stuck-out smiley). But I'll be better tomorrow. Or I should be newayz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9994946-110616598108056569?l=thebreeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110616598108056569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9994946&amp;postID=110616598108056569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9994946/posts/default/110616598108056569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9994946/posts/default/110616598108056569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreeblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/blech_110616598108056569.html' title='Blech.......'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433899820683544049</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-9994946.post-110564694294442439</id><published>2005-01-13T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T12:12:25.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Grrrrr......*</title><content type='html'>I think if I have one more person give me advice on anything today, I'll scream. I've gotten advice from two people on what I should and shouldn't put on this blog, I've gotten relationship advice from people who couldn't keep a relationship to save their souls, I've gotten advice from teachers on how to edit my writings to their satisfaction rather than my own after they already told me to do things the way I want to, and I recieved advice on several ways to shove what up where and when(thank you, segragative full bloods from my cherokee class). I mean, I've been ambushed all day, and it's about to drive me insane. And if that's not enough, my boyfriend just will not show up for school, and his phone's disconnected, so I can't get a hold of him when I want, and he won't call me. I'm going to end up dating a senior in high school for my first year of college. And what makes the advice part worse, is that I found myself trying to give a couple I'm friends with advice on how to get her mom to give them some privacy. I felt hypocritical. And to top it all off, I'm all menstrual, so it's making everything ten times worse, and yeah, I'm just having a really bad week:((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9994946-110564694294442439?l=thebreeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110564694294442439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9994946&amp;postID=110564694294442439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9994946/posts/default/110564694294442439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9994946/posts/default/110564694294442439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreeblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/grrrrr.html' title='*Grrrrr......*'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433899820683544049</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-9994946.post-110512884864684538</id><published>2005-01-07T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T12:14:08.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ug.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Man, I've had the most convoluted day. I start out in a screaming match with my mother over her saying something spiteful and me getting mad and reprimanding her for it (bad), then Seth showed up for school about five minutes after I got there (about 1/2 hour early(good)), then I get a good review on my short story (good(duh)), then I get hit in the head with an open glue stick (bad), then I got a stress ball penguin magnet and made it all goth (both good and cool), then I was creeped out all during lunch by this dude across the way who I kept catching staring at me (bad and creepy), and about ten minutes ago, I had to log into my e-mail 3 different times: the first time, my comp wouldn't click on half the stuff I clicked on, so I had to shut it down; the second time, I had to log back in after the computer came back up; the third time, my teacher made me switch computers with this guy just so he could log onto his drive. Grrr..... But, on the plus side, I get to go to Seth's tonight, and it's Friday, so I should have 'till midnight, so I won't have to deal with Mom griping at me or anything! Yay! But my Creative Writing class is going well. Mrs. Walker (teacher) has an intern (Mrs. Sanders), and Mrs. Sanders loves my short story, and so do I and so does everyone else who's read it, so yeah, I'm kinda half-assedly happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9994946-110512884864684538?l=thebreeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110512884864684538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9994946&amp;postID=110512884864684538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9994946/posts/default/110512884864684538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9994946/posts/default/110512884864684538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreeblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/ug.html' title='Ug.'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433899820683544049</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-9994946.post-110504207424999988</id><published>2005-01-06T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T12:07:54.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First post</title><content type='html'>Well, since blogging seems to be the new thing, I decided I'd finally sucumb to a trend and create one of my own. After all, I do have five siblings and four grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to start, I am 17 years old, and a senior in high school this year. Graduation is in May, on the 27th, and I expect everyone possible to show. :D My last report card had me at 3 A's and 2 B's, two of the A's being 100%'s, so yeah, go me, s'ma b-day, not really. I took the ACT on 12-11-2004, and got my results back a while ago. I made a 23 overall, a 28 in the english portion, a 20 in math, a 24 in reading, and an 18 in science, but no giving me a hard time, I've never been good a science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know (which should be none of you, but just in case) I've been in a relationship with a wonderful guy for 1 year, 1 month, and 2 days. Name: Seth Wade Short. Age: 18. Hair: Brown. Eyes: Hazel-ish brown. Height: He says he's 5'11", but I think he's only about 5'9". Relationship status: Not engaged or anything, but intending to last for quite a while. I am completely head over heels for this guy, so if and when any of you who haven't met him do so, PLEASE be nice. ;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been featured in another of Poetry.com's publications, and am a semi-finalist in a competition I entered (publication and contest are the same poem). This makes two semi-finalists, and like 5 books. Yeah, I know, thousands of people get the same thing, but I'm proud of it, so don't spoil it for me. That's really all the news I have at the moment, but I'll post again soon if I remember the address.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9994946-110504207424999988?l=thebreeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebreeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110504207424999988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9994946&amp;postID=110504207424999988' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9994946/posts/default/110504207424999988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9994946/posts/default/110504207424999988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebreeblog.blogspot.com/2005/01/first-post.html' title='First post'/><author><name>Bree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08433899820683544049</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>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
