<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890715310358515413</id><updated>2009-10-12T21:54:40.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brookies world :]</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookerayanne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890715310358515413/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookerayanne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00681850934762297992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890715310358515413.post-66921065164829211</id><published>2008-05-15T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T04:37:48.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I wish I could change if I could go back in time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-UtyDqDQk/SCxmt0yJBJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KrIx-P1gS3I/s1600-h/TeacherAndStudents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200644607155176594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-UtyDqDQk/SCxmt0yJBJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KrIx-P1gS3I/s400/TeacherAndStudents.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I leave South &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gwinnette&lt;/span&gt; I'd like to thank all my friend's that have been there for me. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; have been able to get through high school without them. I'd also like to thank my teachers for pushing me to do my best in everything I do. I had a blast with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;y'all&lt;/span&gt; helping me through my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; year thank you so much. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Those&lt;/span&gt; are the people I had something to say to. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know where I would be without them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890715310358515413-66921065164829211?l=brookerayanne.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookerayanne.blogspot.com/feeds/66921065164829211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890715310358515413&amp;postID=66921065164829211' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890715310358515413/posts/default/66921065164829211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890715310358515413/posts/default/66921065164829211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookerayanne.blogspot.com/2008/05/something-i-wish-i-could-change-if-i_15.html' title='Something I wish I could change if I could go back in time'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00681850934762297992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00065972420820306484'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-UtyDqDQk/SCxmt0yJBJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KrIx-P1gS3I/s72-c/TeacherAndStudents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890715310358515413.post-1717213206410802479</id><published>2008-05-14T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T04:38:33.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My happiest memory in high school</title><content type='html'>I would say my Happiest Memory in high school was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Spirit&lt;/span&gt; week. Everyone dressed up in crazy outfits. We did crazy 70's and 80's clothing, and we also did fave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;celebrities&lt;/span&gt;. We also did favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;collage&lt;/span&gt; football teams most of everyone dressed up for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Georgia&lt;/span&gt; Bull dogs :]. There was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; going on that week if I believe correctly it was homecoming week. Just to let everyone know we won our homecoming game. :] That I would say would be the happiest memory i have had in my high school so far, there is still more to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890715310358515413-1717213206410802479?l=brookerayanne.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookerayanne.blogspot.com/feeds/1717213206410802479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890715310358515413&amp;postID=1717213206410802479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890715310358515413/posts/default/1717213206410802479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890715310358515413/posts/default/1717213206410802479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookerayanne.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-happiest-memory-in-high-school.html' title='My happiest memory in high school'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00681850934762297992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00065972420820306484'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890715310358515413.post-6719146487170437258</id><published>2008-05-14T09:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T04:39:31.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite style of clothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-UtyDqDQk/SCsZKUyJBII/AAAAAAAAAEM/GrLEoJIDv8M/s1600-h/Image_1357_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200277859897771138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-UtyDqDQk/SCsZKUyJBII/AAAAAAAAAEM/GrLEoJIDv8M/s400/Image_1357_lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My type of clothing is mostly &lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hoodies&lt;/span&gt;; jeans; tank tops; sneakers; shorts&lt;/u&gt; most of the time you will see me in something close to that. I love wearing tank tops and jeans because they are conferable cloths. I'm all about wearing clothing you can be your self in. Most of the time at school or around the house you will see me in shorts and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt;, but that's just because when ever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; at home I'm always conferable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890715310358515413-6719146487170437258?l=brookerayanne.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookerayanne.blogspot.com/feeds/6719146487170437258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890715310358515413&amp;postID=6719146487170437258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890715310358515413/posts/default/6719146487170437258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890715310358515413/posts/default/6719146487170437258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookerayanne.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-favorite-style-of-clothing.html' title='My favorite style of clothing'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00681850934762297992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00065972420820306484'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-UtyDqDQk/SCsZKUyJBII/AAAAAAAAAEM/GrLEoJIDv8M/s72-c/Image_1357_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890715310358515413.post-7312232062295273920</id><published>2008-05-13T09:54:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T04:40:00.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I wish I could change if I could go back in time</title><content type='html'>If I could go back and change something it would be that me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BJ&lt;/span&gt; would be in the same grade. So that we would be graduating in the same year and one of us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t be left in high school by them self’s. That’s all I would change. I would want us to have the same class schedule and everything we have now just want us to be in the same grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BJ&lt;/span&gt; I’m going to miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890715310358515413-7312232062295273920?l=brookerayanne.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookerayanne.blogspot.com/feeds/7312232062295273920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890715310358515413&amp;postID=7312232062295273920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890715310358515413/posts/default/7312232062295273920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890715310358515413/posts/default/7312232062295273920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookerayanne.blogspot.com/2008/05/something-i-wish-i-could-change-if-i.html' title='Something I wish I could change if I could go back in time'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00681850934762297992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00065972420820306484'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890715310358515413.post-6761017191765077712</id><published>2008-05-13T09:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T04:40:36.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Saddest Memory in high school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-UtyDqDQk/SCsVZkyJBHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/zfjyEVM3sb4/s1600-h/42-15455253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200273723844265074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-UtyDqDQk/SCsVZkyJBHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/zfjyEVM3sb4/s400/42-15455253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My saddest memory in high school, is when I noticed I was about to lose my best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt; to the real world. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BJ&lt;/span&gt; is my best friend he is always there and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; losing him to the real world. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BJ&lt;/span&gt; is graduating this month and wont be in my classes anymore. When I realized that when we were sitting in the Library in 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; period writing in our blogs and I held back my tears and went on with my work. Its hard knowing a great friend like him wont be at my school anymore but he will be my friend no matter what. I’m happy for him I’m not going to lie but I’m really going to miss him. That would be my saddest memory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890715310358515413-6761017191765077712?l=brookerayanne.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookerayanne.blogspot.com/feeds/6761017191765077712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890715310358515413&amp;postID=6761017191765077712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890715310358515413/posts/default/6761017191765077712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890715310358515413/posts/default/6761017191765077712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookerayanne.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-saddest-memory-in-high-school.html' title='My Saddest Memory in high school'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00681850934762297992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00065972420820306484'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-UtyDqDQk/SCsVZkyJBHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/zfjyEVM3sb4/s72-c/42-15455253.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890715310358515413.post-1775905856931935187</id><published>2008-05-13T09:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T04:41:13.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Image in High school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-UtyDqDQk/SCsVGEyJBGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Cku5ZzP3LuE/s1600-h/stephtree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200273388836815970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-UtyDqDQk/SCsVGEyJBGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Cku5ZzP3LuE/s400/stephtree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The image I try to keep is away from the crowd. I hate following what others are doing. Its just not me. I’m the type of person that knows a lot of people but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t the most popular person. I have my own crowd I try and hang out with everyone and not judge people by what the look like and who they are. My image is pretty much I keep to myself and don’t mess around and get most of my work done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890715310358515413-1775905856931935187?l=brookerayanne.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookerayanne.blogspot.com/feeds/1775905856931935187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890715310358515413&amp;postID=1775905856931935187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890715310358515413/posts/default/1775905856931935187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890715310358515413/posts/default/1775905856931935187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookerayanne.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-image-in-high-school.html' title='My Image in High school'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00681850934762297992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00065972420820306484'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-UtyDqDQk/SCsVGEyJBGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Cku5ZzP3LuE/s72-c/stephtree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890715310358515413.post-6559468665379243259</id><published>2008-05-13T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T04:41:40.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I spent my time away from school</title><content type='html'>Most of the time I was with my friends on the weekend. Stirring up some trouble with my brother. But most of the time I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; wait to get back to school. School to me is for an education and to see and talk with your friends. When I woke up every Monday morning I knew it was just another week of seeing my friends and having a great time. My time spent away from school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t changed much other than not waking up early in the morning and not leaning anything, but school and my weekends are pretty much the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890715310358515413-6559468665379243259?l=brookerayanne.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookerayanne.blogspot.com/feeds/6559468665379243259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890715310358515413&amp;postID=6559468665379243259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890715310358515413/posts/default/6559468665379243259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890715310358515413/posts/default/6559468665379243259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookerayanne.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-i-spent-my-time-away-from-school.html' title='How I spent my time away from school'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00681850934762297992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00065972420820306484'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890715310358515413.post-3085976470995655644</id><published>2008-05-08T09:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T04:42:02.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The person who made the biggest difference to me in school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-UtyDqDQk/SCsTU0yJBFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ef1cIUDrmMA/s1600-h/Across_the_Universe_8lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200271443216630866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-UtyDqDQk/SCsTU0yJBFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ef1cIUDrmMA/s400/Across_the_Universe_8lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one person who made the biggest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;difference&lt;/span&gt; to me in school was my teacher Ms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;McCullen&lt;/span&gt;. She brought out the writer in me. She is just like a teenager. Ms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;McCullen&lt;/span&gt; is always looking to have a good time and always have fun. She has been there for me to talk about things with. She is more than a teacher she is a great friend. I know when I leave South &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gwinnette&lt;/span&gt; to go to Faith &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Academy&lt;/span&gt; I wont find another teacher like her, or someone who listens and gives great advice like she does. Ms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;McCullen&lt;/span&gt; is more than just a teacher, she is an amazing writer and a great artist.&lt;br /&gt;She can do anything she works out. Ms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;McCullen&lt;/span&gt; can juggle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;multiple&lt;/span&gt; things at a time. This picture is showing how She can juggle two things at once. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to miss her when I leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890715310358515413-3085976470995655644?l=brookerayanne.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookerayanne.blogspot.com/feeds/3085976470995655644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890715310358515413&amp;postID=3085976470995655644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890715310358515413/posts/default/3085976470995655644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890715310358515413/posts/default/3085976470995655644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookerayanne.blogspot.com/2008/05/person-who-made-biggest-difference-to.html' title='The person who made the biggest difference to me in school'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00681850934762297992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00065972420820306484'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-UtyDqDQk/SCsTU0yJBFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ef1cIUDrmMA/s72-c/Across_the_Universe_8lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890715310358515413.post-3962178784968670103</id><published>2008-05-08T09:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T04:42:24.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Remember One Member of This Class More Than Any Other Because</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-UtyDqDQk/SCMt-sgxdaI/AAAAAAAAADs/iMGv5Y-PEYI/s1600-h/Tigger+&amp;amp;+Pooh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198048950039442850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-UtyDqDQk/SCMt-sgxdaI/AAAAAAAAADs/iMGv5Y-PEYI/s400/Tigger+%26+Pooh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;member&lt;/span&gt; of this class I will remember more than anyone is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BJ&lt;/span&gt;. He is an amazing writer and a great person. He helped me become a better writer and always made me smile. He's leaving me at the end of the year to go to college. My Sixth period class wont be the same without him. He writes wonderful literature. He is the one person I will not forget in this class. I hope he has a great time in college. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BJ&lt;/span&gt; I wish you the best of luck in everything you do in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890715310358515413-3962178784968670103?l=brookerayanne.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookerayanne.blogspot.com/feeds/3962178784968670103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890715310358515413&amp;postID=3962178784968670103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890715310358515413/posts/default/3962178784968670103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890715310358515413/posts/default/3962178784968670103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookerayanne.blogspot.com/2008/05/ill-remember-one-member-of-this-class.html' title='I&apos;ll Remember One Member of This Class More Than Any Other Because'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00681850934762297992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00065972420820306484'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-UtyDqDQk/SCMt-sgxdaI/AAAAAAAAADs/iMGv5Y-PEYI/s72-c/Tigger+%26+Pooh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890715310358515413.post-7520250724341959399</id><published>2008-05-07T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T04:46:18.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who my friends are</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-UtyDqDQk/SCHgmcgxdZI/AAAAAAAAADk/q_x7-dLdbwY/s1600-h/me&amp;amp;t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197682396055565714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-UtyDqDQk/SCHgmcgxdZI/AAAAAAAAADk/q_x7-dLdbwY/s400/me%26t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Freshman year I have met many pretty amazing people. When I started school at the begining of this year I didn't think I was going to meet people who have the same ideas of having a great time hanging out together, but I was wrong. At south there are multiple people who have things in common with me. I'm really happy I have met all the people I have this year to make it so speacile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890715310358515413-7520250724341959399?l=brookerayanne.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookerayanne.blogspot.com/feeds/7520250724341959399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890715310358515413&amp;postID=7520250724341959399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890715310358515413/posts/default/7520250724341959399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890715310358515413/posts/default/7520250724341959399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookerayanne.blogspot.com/2008/05/who-my-friends-are.html' title='Who my friends are'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00681850934762297992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00065972420820306484'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-UtyDqDQk/SCHgmcgxdZI/AAAAAAAAADk/q_x7-dLdbwY/s72-c/me%26t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890715310358515413.post-588269699789293679</id><published>2008-04-30T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T04:46:42.315-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Kenxer Boo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-UtyDqDQk/SBiyqeX5_hI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Y6NoDnxvGOE/s1600-h/Me+&amp;amp;+Kenzer"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195098612949450258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-UtyDqDQk/SBiyqeX5_hI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Y6NoDnxvGOE/s400/Me+%26+Kenzer" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kenzer&lt;/span&gt; boo :]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kensie&lt;/span&gt; aka &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kenzer&lt;/span&gt; Boo and Me. Were close friends and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; trade her for the world. She is amazing and like a little sister to me. She always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;knows&lt;/span&gt; what to say to make me smile when I've had a bad day or just need cheering up. She is the one I can tell anything to and she won't judge me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kenzer&lt;/span&gt; is just the best. She is crazy and that's why we get along to so well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890715310358515413-588269699789293679?l=brookerayanne.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookerayanne.blogspot.com/feeds/588269699789293679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890715310358515413&amp;postID=588269699789293679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890715310358515413/posts/default/588269699789293679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890715310358515413/posts/default/588269699789293679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookerayanne.blogspot.com/2008/04/kenxer-boo.html' title='Kenxer Boo'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00681850934762297992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00065972420820306484'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-UtyDqDQk/SBiyqeX5_hI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Y6NoDnxvGOE/s72-c/Me+%26+Kenzer' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890715310358515413.post-2294638843996208746</id><published>2008-04-30T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T10:51:46.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Crazy Self.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-UtyDqDQk/SBixkeX5_gI/AAAAAAAAAC0/19Rc0w3y54A/s1600-h/0406081947a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195097410358607362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-UtyDqDQk/SBixkeX5_gI/AAAAAAAAAC0/19Rc0w3y54A/s320/0406081947a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when you let Tara take pictures of you in CVS over Spring Break :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890715310358515413-2294638843996208746?l=brookerayanne.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookerayanne.blogspot.com/feeds/2294638843996208746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890715310358515413&amp;postID=2294638843996208746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890715310358515413/posts/default/2294638843996208746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890715310358515413/posts/default/2294638843996208746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookerayanne.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-crazy-self.html' title='My Crazy Self.'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00681850934762297992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00065972420820306484'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-UtyDqDQk/SBixkeX5_gI/AAAAAAAAAC0/19Rc0w3y54A/s72-c/0406081947a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890715310358515413.post-8960840810875513575</id><published>2008-04-24T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T04:47:25.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friend&lt;|3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-UtyDqDQk/SBCGqOX5_fI/AAAAAAAAACs/phYXwSoys8A/s1600-h/tt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192798430329175538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-UtyDqDQk/SBCGqOX5_fI/AAAAAAAAACs/phYXwSoys8A/s320/tt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Best Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Tara Melissa Tyler &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my Best friend Tara. She is always there when I need her. She never fails to make me smile and laugh. She is like a sister to me in every way. She is the one person I go to when everything goes wrong with things. Tara is the only person I trust 10000%. I trust &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tara&lt;/span&gt; with my life. We have so many inside jokes and so many good times we have had and I know we have many more to come. When I started South &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gwinnett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school I thought I was going to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;struggle&lt;/span&gt; to get around and Get my stuff done,&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't all because of this girl right here.&lt;br /&gt;She's the best friend i could have ever asked for&lt;br /&gt;and so much more. I don't know where I'd be&lt;br /&gt;without her helping through everything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890715310358515413-8960840810875513575?l=brookerayanne.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookerayanne.blogspot.com/feeds/8960840810875513575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890715310358515413&amp;postID=8960840810875513575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890715310358515413/posts/default/8960840810875513575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890715310358515413/posts/default/8960840810875513575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookerayanne.blogspot.com/2008/04/best-friend3.html' title='Best Friend&lt;|3'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00681850934762297992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00065972420820306484'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-UtyDqDQk/SBCGqOX5_fI/AAAAAAAAACs/phYXwSoys8A/s72-c/tt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890715310358515413.post-9091165498660818605</id><published>2008-04-22T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T04:47:42.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fave Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-UtyDqDQk/SA4VnuX5_eI/AAAAAAAAACk/a0zIRPtbxxM/s1600-h/jimmmy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192111192612142562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-UtyDqDQk/SA4VnuX5_eI/AAAAAAAAACk/a0zIRPtbxxM/s320/jimmmy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Across the Universe :] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this movie is the best movie to me. Its about Love and war. Nothing can beat that. It has so many good songs in it from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Beatles&lt;/span&gt; :] Jude is amazing (Picture to the left.) I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know where i would be without this movie. My best friend Tara and I saw this movie at her house with our other friend Jason and he was making it hard to watch because he would is there and make fun of the movie. So it was still good I watch this movie about 3 times a day. Its that amazingly good. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890715310358515413-9091165498660818605?l=brookerayanne.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookerayanne.blogspot.com/feeds/9091165498660818605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890715310358515413&amp;postID=9091165498660818605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890715310358515413/posts/default/9091165498660818605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890715310358515413/posts/default/9091165498660818605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookerayanne.blogspot.com/2008/04/fave-movie.html' title='Fave Movie'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00681850934762297992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00065972420820306484'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-UtyDqDQk/SA4VnuX5_eI/AAAAAAAAACk/a0zIRPtbxxM/s72-c/jimmmy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890715310358515413.post-6362611987229859547</id><published>2008-04-21T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T04:48:05.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brooke &amp; BJ's Inside Joke's</title><content type='html'>BJ-"When will Lil wayne become Big Wayne"?&lt;br /&gt;Brooke-"When his daddy dies.. "&lt;br /&gt;BJ-"Alright.."&lt;br /&gt;Brooke-"Well when is 50 cent going to become a whole dollar"?&lt;br /&gt;BJ-"Good point.. "&lt;br /&gt;;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... BJ I'm going to miss you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890715310358515413-6362611987229859547?l=brookerayanne.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookerayanne.blogspot.com/feeds/6362611987229859547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890715310358515413&amp;postID=6362611987229859547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890715310358515413/posts/default/6362611987229859547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890715310358515413/posts/default/6362611987229859547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookerayanne.blogspot.com/2008/04/brooke-bjs-inside-jokes.html' title='Brooke &amp; BJ&apos;s Inside Joke&apos;s'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00681850934762297992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00065972420820306484'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890715310358515413.post-5113937335595725389</id><published>2008-04-15T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T04:48:37.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Spring Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-UtyDqDQk/SATextU-1oI/AAAAAAAAACE/ADsn_zHlljM/s1600-h/me&amp;amp;t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189517616200210050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-UtyDqDQk/SATextU-1oI/AAAAAAAAACE/ADsn_zHlljM/s320/me%26t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;spring&lt;/span&gt; Break I spent most of it hanging out with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;best friend&lt;/span&gt; Tara. We didn't really do much other than hang out around the house, but we had fun. I don't think i have had that much fun doing nothing at all. We watched movies and Walked around out side. One day our childhood side came out and we played with chalk in the street. Tara's mom let us walk a mile it seemed like to the gas station to get some food and a drink and now that was fun. But i think i had the most fun when the weekend hit and I went m&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;udding&lt;/span&gt; with my Friends Nikki, John, Issac, and Nancy. Me and John got the truck stuck in mud and we couldn't get it out. We waited about 3 and a half hours waiting on Issac's mom but she never came. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; night would be the night it rained and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; stop so us 5 were out in the pouring rain for 3 and a half hours &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;freezing&lt;/span&gt;.. We couldn't start the truck because we would have waisted the little gas we had left. So we finally all decided to walk to the nearest gas station witch was 2 and a half miles away.. We were soaked from the rain and mud, but we had so much fun. That weekend i didn't do much but hang around the house with my sister. I had a Good spring break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890715310358515413-5113937335595725389?l=brookerayanne.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookerayanne.blogspot.com/feeds/5113937335595725389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890715310358515413&amp;postID=5113937335595725389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890715310358515413/posts/default/5113937335595725389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890715310358515413/posts/default/5113937335595725389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookerayanne.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-spring-break.html' title='My Spring Break'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00681850934762297992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00065972420820306484'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg-UtyDqDQk/SATextU-1oI/AAAAAAAAACE/ADsn_zHlljM/s72-c/me%26t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890715310358515413.post-600346984636510752</id><published>2008-04-04T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T04:49:14.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 things :]</title><content type='html'>*5 Cd's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LIl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wayne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mix Cd&lt;br /&gt;3. Jason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aldean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tupac&lt;/span&gt; (mix &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CD&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;5. Wiggles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*5 Movie's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to lose a guy in 10 days&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harry Potter &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wiggles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cry Baby &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Secret window&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;*5 Nice things &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting to see my brother&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spring break about to start&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grandmother coming down &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Khristian's&lt;/span&gt; 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; birthday party &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Melloney&lt;/span&gt; Getting out of Jail &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890715310358515413-600346984636510752?l=brookerayanne.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookerayanne.blogspot.com/feeds/600346984636510752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890715310358515413&amp;postID=600346984636510752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890715310358515413/posts/default/600346984636510752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890715310358515413/posts/default/600346984636510752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookerayanne.blogspot.com/2008/04/5-things.html' title='5 things :]'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00681850934762297992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00065972420820306484'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890715310358515413.post-9203240202698233506</id><published>2008-04-03T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T04:50:00.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just don't get it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just don't get why people start drama. Whats the point of drama? Its pointless and completely stupid.. I would rather have people go play in traffic.. Yes I said it.. Starting drama is what I believe people do for fun.. When they have nothing better to do with their time, so they go and start drama. Talk about other people isn't fun and if you think it is please go jump off a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bridge&lt;/span&gt;. If you have a problem with someone walk up to them and say "Hey I have a problem with you". Don't start talking about them.. Drama is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; people start when they have nothing better to do and have no lives so they go and talk about other people to make their lives seem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;so much&lt;/span&gt; better.. trust me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;y'all&lt;/span&gt; its  pointless.. So yeah please just stop all the drama&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890715310358515413-9203240202698233506?l=brookerayanne.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookerayanne.blogspot.com/feeds/9203240202698233506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890715310358515413&amp;postID=9203240202698233506' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890715310358515413/posts/default/9203240202698233506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890715310358515413/posts/default/9203240202698233506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookerayanne.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-just-dont-get-it.html' title='I just don&apos;t get it'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00681850934762297992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00065972420820306484'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890715310358515413.post-5385025759255210318</id><published>2008-04-02T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T04:50:33.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brookie's&lt;/span&gt; World is all about chilled out people and having a good time. I picked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Brookie's&lt;/span&gt; world because its my name and this world is all mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Perfect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;world&lt;/span&gt; is Drama, Stress and Anger issues. My Society would listen to Rap and hip hop music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to have my perfect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;world&lt;/span&gt; everyone would have to care about what other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; feel or listen to what others have to say. Everyone would have to put aside their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;defences&lt;/span&gt; and all just get along, So in order to have my perfect world &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what has to be done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890715310358515413-5385025759255210318?l=brookerayanne.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookerayanne.blogspot.com/feeds/5385025759255210318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890715310358515413&amp;postID=5385025759255210318' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890715310358515413/posts/default/5385025759255210318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890715310358515413/posts/default/5385025759255210318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookerayanne.blogspot.com/2008/04/brookies-world-is-all-about-chilled-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00681850934762297992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00065972420820306484'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890715310358515413.post-1500616991827946363</id><published>2008-03-25T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T04:50:51.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Rules :]]</title><content type='html'>1. Never back stab.&lt;br /&gt;2. No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;quoting&lt;/span&gt; stupid movies.&lt;br /&gt;3. No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;eating&lt;/span&gt; hot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cheetos&lt;/span&gt; without me.&lt;br /&gt;4. Do Not write on yourself.. use paper.&lt;br /&gt;5. No singing show tuns.&lt;br /&gt;6. No watching X-Files.&lt;br /&gt;7. Do not talk in AIM lingo.&lt;br /&gt;8. Always Cheer for the COLTS.&lt;br /&gt;9. Always do what your told.&lt;br /&gt;10. Always water your grass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890715310358515413-1500616991827946363?l=brookerayanne.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookerayanne.blogspot.com/feeds/1500616991827946363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890715310358515413&amp;postID=1500616991827946363' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890715310358515413/posts/default/1500616991827946363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890715310358515413/posts/default/1500616991827946363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookerayanne.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-rules.html' title='New Rules :]]'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00681850934762297992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00065972420820306484'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry></feed>