<?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-8156358209099223938</id><updated>2011-09-21T17:00:54.093-07:00</updated><category term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><title type='text'>Wandering in Wonderland</title><subtitle type='html'>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Never Ever Jam Today</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356327425446967611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu-TkjYFc3k/TiWJmvxwywI/AAAAAAAAAt4/WeQ5nyiL3Ag/s220/086%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156358209099223938.post-7694385301844297824</id><published>2011-09-21T16:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T17:00:54.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teagan's Life (IN SONG!)</title><content type='html'>Here are a few songs that are my... theme's, may I say. Theme's of life. Songs that remind me of love or friends. I'm sure there are more that should be added to this list BUT, here are my things for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior Year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LnLKbc2hvxk"&gt;No One is Alone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just say that Bernadette Peters is one of my idols? I want to be her. Seriously, out of a lot of famous people, I would ask her for advice. In acting, in hair... I just... Uh, LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.paroly.com/photos/bernadette_peters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 226px;" src="http://images.paroly.com/photos/bernadette_peters.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANY WHO. Onto my next subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Murray:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BYFyyEV4z6A"&gt;Razzle Dazzle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. But really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is...&lt;br /&gt;Love: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Isqj3nEtetk"&gt;Part of Your World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GQwWneWbmLQ"&gt;I'm Not That Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, pretty depressing, actually... I'm hope for a solution that is something like these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kq3pkcCEor1qzkclao1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kq3pkcCEor1qzkclao1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YnlWGIHRIS8/TlZbFYEENaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ExWSUuhLycs/s1600/ariel_eric.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YnlWGIHRIS8/TlZbFYEENaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ExWSUuhLycs/s1600/ariel_eric.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE EVERYTHING WORKED OUT FOR THEM, RIGHT? RIGHT?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156358209099223938-7694385301844297824?l=the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/feeds/7694385301844297824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156358209099223938&amp;postID=7694385301844297824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/7694385301844297824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/7694385301844297824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/2011/09/teagans-life-in-song.html' title='Teagan&apos;s Life (IN SONG!)'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356327425446967611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu-TkjYFc3k/TiWJmvxwywI/AAAAAAAAAt4/WeQ5nyiL3Ag/s220/086%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YnlWGIHRIS8/TlZbFYEENaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ExWSUuhLycs/s72-c/ariel_eric.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156358209099223938.post-5128278707535781478</id><published>2011-08-17T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T07:19:36.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside Joke Parody?!</title><content type='html'>So, basically, I'm a boss when it comes to making awesome videos, and decided to grace you mortals with another stroke of brilliance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, ok, not really. BUT. I did work hard on it, so you should watch it all the same, even if you're not in it and don't get any of the jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least Alex should watch it :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1830ba3a0d43896b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1830ba3a0d43896b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330215465%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D50AD986BF183B06056767D937C80C0444C1EC63D.99B43ED03B115ACB1FAEE2AA9683899FFDC5BFF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1830ba3a0d43896b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDBFZgBsxNaKOSjXpB7EVuz6pip4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1830ba3a0d43896b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330215465%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D50AD986BF183B06056767D937C80C0444C1EC63D.99B43ED03B115ACB1FAEE2AA9683899FFDC5BFF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1830ba3a0d43896b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDBFZgBsxNaKOSjXpB7EVuz6pip4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156358209099223938-5128278707535781478?l=the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/feeds/5128278707535781478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156358209099223938&amp;postID=5128278707535781478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/5128278707535781478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/5128278707535781478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/2011/08/inside-joke-parody.html' title='Inside Joke Parody?!'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356327425446967611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu-TkjYFc3k/TiWJmvxwywI/AAAAAAAAAt4/WeQ5nyiL3Ag/s220/086%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156358209099223938.post-3710856063689864634</id><published>2011-07-25T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T18:22:55.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Pioneer Day! (Sorta)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.azfranchises.com/images/TacoTime_Logo_350px.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 276px;" src="http://www.azfranchises.com/images/TacoTime_Logo_350px.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 24th everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only it's the 25th... But hey, Utah, celebrate it on Monday, am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today we went to the parade downtown, and we were just dropped off (Mom and I and Averee) when Mother discovered her phone was dead and I hadn't brought mine because no one had text me for several days now. So we were stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT LUCKILY, we met the nicest Taco Time manager EVER in the history of ever who not only let us use the phone, but gave us ice water, candy, and a free package of chips covered in cinnamon and sugar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So seriously, if you are ever downtown and have the hankering for a cheap taco, go to the Taco Time on State Street and 8th South.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156358209099223938-3710856063689864634?l=the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/feeds/3710856063689864634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156358209099223938&amp;postID=3710856063689864634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/3710856063689864634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/3710856063689864634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-pioneer-day-sorta.html' title='Happy Pioneer Day! (Sorta)'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356327425446967611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu-TkjYFc3k/TiWJmvxwywI/AAAAAAAAAt4/WeQ5nyiL3Ag/s220/086%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156358209099223938.post-3511055618780440327</id><published>2011-07-22T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T10:24:00.041-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><title type='text'>Vacancy Blog Scholarship</title><content type='html'>So, here's a shocker. I need money for college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FACT: Theatre students in general are broke&lt;br /&gt;FACT: I'm a theatre student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;Are you understanding what I'm getting at? So I'm surfing about the internet when WHAM! "Easy Money for College" Duh, who doesn't want that? And all I have to do is find my ideal apartment on this AWESOME site called &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.vacancy.com"&gt;Vacancy&lt;/a&gt; and write an entertaining post about why it's ideal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I searched threw a few and found some cheap ones, and some not so cheap ones, and found one I liked. &lt;a href="http://www.vacancy.com/utah/ephraim-apartments/pinetree-condominiums/"&gt;Pinetree Condominiums&lt;/a&gt;. Now, don't get scared by the big word, this place really does look cool! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Point #1: Shared Bedrooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sure, privacy is cool, but late night girl talks are even cooler! College wouldn't be college without the occasional rent fight or stolen left overs, right? I wouldn't want to miss that experience for the world!&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://medialibrary.propertysolutions.com/websites_media/vacancy.com/cached_thumbs/640x500/40ddb2df70ce5297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 462px; height: 361px;" src="http://medialibrary.propertysolutions.com/websites_media/vacancy.com/cached_thumbs/640x500/40ddb2df70ce5297.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Point #2: Releasing Creativity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Look at those walls. Now back to me. Now back to those walls. Now back to me. Sadly, those walls aren't me but the potential for them to be infused with my creativity is ginormous! Sad and bare now, but covered with love notes from hot boys? I say yes! (A girl can dream!) Not only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that, but that desk totally looks like it could be filled with stuffed toys and trinkets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;Point #3: Internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:75%;"&gt;Internet &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Internet &lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;Internet &lt;span style="font-size:175%;"&gt;Internet &lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;Internet!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:70%;"&gt;Oh how I do love the internet! And this is probably #1 ideality on my list on idealities. I need the internet. I don't want to go to McDonald's every day to use the internet, or worse, get my own router (ICK) SOOOOO, Internet takes the cake! I don't care if your rent is over $800's! My dearest web connection is worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://medialibrary.propertysolutions.com/websites_media/vacancy.com/cached_thumbs/640x500/40dda12736e65678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 445px; height: 347px;" src="http://medialibrary.propertysolutions.com/websites_media/vacancy.com/cached_thumbs/640x500/40dda12736e65678.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now, doesn't that just seem like home sweet home to you? &lt;a href="http://www.vacancy.com/utah/ephraim-apartments/pinetree-condominiums/photos/"&gt;Pinetree Condominums&lt;/a&gt;... How you make my heart flutter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, my dearest readers,&lt;br /&gt;Teagan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8156358209099223938-3511055618780440327?l=the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/feeds/3511055618780440327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156358209099223938&amp;postID=3511055618780440327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/3511055618780440327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/3511055618780440327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/2011/07/vacancy-blog-scholarship.html' title='Vacancy Blog Scholarship'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356327425446967611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu-TkjYFc3k/TiWJmvxwywI/AAAAAAAAAt4/WeQ5nyiL3Ag/s220/086%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156358209099223938.post-1654821309402284125</id><published>2011-07-19T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T06:38:57.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far Away</title><content type='html'>You know what I really really miss? Theatre. I miss it so much right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When something is such a big part of your life and then it's not there for a whole SEASON. It sucks royal hippogriff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEAKING OF HIPPOFGRIFFS: My party was awesome, and you weren't there. Well, if your reading this and your Alex or my mother, you &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4uUCnReWJZY/TiWHzW6N7wI/AAAAAAAAAto/fX30_7CVBwY/s1600/Harry%2BPotter%2BParty%2B248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4uUCnReWJZY/TiWHzW6N7wI/AAAAAAAAAto/fX30_7CVBwY/s320/Harry%2BPotter%2BParty%2B248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631056225489514242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;were there. BUT OTHER THAN THAT YOU TOTALLY MISSED OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. We had potions, herebology, transfiguration and charms lessons. We had a magic fountain of chocolate. Don't forget the BUTTERBEER aaaaaaannd we played some rioting games of quidditch (of which Hufflepuff one every time) AND we just had a ton of Harry Potter fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you thinking "Oh, I'm too old, I wasn't invited" Well, everyone in the world was invited and I certainly would have loved your company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you weren't there because you were "going to the movie early (ha ha, you should be jealous)" I'M CERTAINLY NOT JEALOUS. You are the one who should be jealous, because you missed out on the party of the century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;LONG LIVE HARRY POTTER&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/8156358209099223938-1654821309402284125?l=the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/feeds/1654821309402284125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156358209099223938&amp;postID=1654821309402284125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/1654821309402284125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/1654821309402284125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/2011/07/so-far-away.html' title='So Far Away'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356327425446967611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu-TkjYFc3k/TiWJmvxwywI/AAAAAAAAAt4/WeQ5nyiL3Ag/s220/086%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4uUCnReWJZY/TiWHzW6N7wI/AAAAAAAAAto/fX30_7CVBwY/s72-c/Harry%2BPotter%2BParty%2B248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156358209099223938.post-6567179853805261779</id><published>2011-07-07T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T08:09:49.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever and a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ze2zVaaCe8g/ThXL2CT7xEI/AAAAAAAAAtY/7tvCeVPbFtU/s1600/tumblr.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ze2zVaaCe8g/ThXL2CT7xEI/AAAAAAAAAtY/7tvCeVPbFtU/s320/tumblr.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626627438663156802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. It's been... I don't even know. But I guess if you want a slight Teagan update, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a slight cough for a long while now. Thank heavens it's going away! Because it's really started to get irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Freaking Potter is coming out in 7 DAYS!! Who couldn't love that?!?! I'm so so so so so excited!! I'm just mostly nervous and sad that it's all going to be over soon... but that's what the picture is for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning on having a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;huge Harry Potter Party &lt;/span&gt;on the 14th, so if you're reading this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU'RE INVITED!! &lt;/span&gt;:D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til then,&lt;br /&gt;Teagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156358209099223938-6567179853805261779?l=the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/feeds/6567179853805261779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156358209099223938&amp;postID=6567179853805261779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/6567179853805261779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/6567179853805261779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/2011/07/forever-and-day.html' title='Forever and a day'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356327425446967611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu-TkjYFc3k/TiWJmvxwywI/AAAAAAAAAt4/WeQ5nyiL3Ag/s220/086%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ze2zVaaCe8g/ThXL2CT7xEI/AAAAAAAAAtY/7tvCeVPbFtU/s72-c/tumblr.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156358209099223938.post-3195001125095229244</id><published>2011-01-13T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T16:07:24.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TITLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5MkWtszAQyY"&gt;Here's another one.&lt;/a&gt; Filmed on Jan. 3rd, 2011.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156358209099223938-3195001125095229244?l=the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/feeds/3195001125095229244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156358209099223938&amp;postID=3195001125095229244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/3195001125095229244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/3195001125095229244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/2011/01/heres-another-one.html' title='TITLE'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356327425446967611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu-TkjYFc3k/TiWJmvxwywI/AAAAAAAAAt4/WeQ5nyiL3Ag/s220/086%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156358209099223938.post-8674381082697541814</id><published>2010-12-21T15:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T17:08:16.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Vlogs in 1?! CRAZY!!</title><content type='html'>I'm very good a filming my vlogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very bad at posting them. I guess I will post in chronological order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 17, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nXQrXZd_4vk"&gt;Oh, let's film that right there. That's crazy.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 20, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5y6zNb99VOI"&gt;And I used this really high squeaky voice.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 21, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=59sOyqQfq0s"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo! More footprints!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. Watch me to your hearts content. I know I'm gorgeous. Though a comment would be nice once and a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Teagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156358209099223938-8674381082697541814?l=the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/feeds/8674381082697541814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156358209099223938&amp;postID=8674381082697541814' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/8674381082697541814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/8674381082697541814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/2010/12/3-vlogs-in-1-crazy.html' title='3 Vlogs in 1?! CRAZY!!'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356327425446967611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu-TkjYFc3k/TiWJmvxwywI/AAAAAAAAAt4/WeQ5nyiL3Ag/s220/086%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156358209099223938.post-2158430815566730405</id><published>2010-12-16T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T16:51:43.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steel Magnolia's</title><content type='html'>Today is the day I got to find out if I made the play or not!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y5DdL6uiNdw"&gt;Did she or did she not?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note: I dunno what is with the sideways randomness. I was more concerned with the door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156358209099223938-2158430815566730405?l=the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/feeds/2158430815566730405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156358209099223938&amp;postID=2158430815566730405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/2158430815566730405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/2158430815566730405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/2010/12/steel-magnolias.html' title='Steel Magnolia&apos;s'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356327425446967611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu-TkjYFc3k/TiWJmvxwywI/AAAAAAAAAt4/WeQ5nyiL3Ag/s220/086%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156358209099223938.post-2715825797988222248</id><published>2010-12-15T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T15:35:06.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Day, A New Page</title><content type='html'>So this was filmed a bit ago (try last week) and cuts off quite abruptly as the random girl behind me stared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I'm in 3 broadway revue numbers(excluding opening and closing numbers): &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bOtMizMQ6oM"&gt;The Dentist&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CEGdeMK_m8M"&gt;Timewarp&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eAAoCK0Tj7s"&gt;Someday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see the latest vlog, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nufmin9u3mg"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156358209099223938-2715825797988222248?l=the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/feeds/2715825797988222248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156358209099223938&amp;postID=2715825797988222248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/2715825797988222248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/2715825797988222248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-day-new-page.html' title='A New Day, A New Page'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356327425446967611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu-TkjYFc3k/TiWJmvxwywI/AAAAAAAAAt4/WeQ5nyiL3Ag/s220/086%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156358209099223938.post-4062643730176178910</id><published>2010-12-07T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T17:04:51.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awwkward...</title><content type='html'>Awkward. Most used word in my vlog. At least, in this video it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2uI9cv58VyA"&gt;CLICK HERE FOR AWESOME BLOG UPDATE!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Teagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156358209099223938-4062643730176178910?l=the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/feeds/4062643730176178910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156358209099223938&amp;postID=4062643730176178910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/4062643730176178910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/4062643730176178910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/2010/12/awwkward.html' title='Awwkward...'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356327425446967611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu-TkjYFc3k/TiWJmvxwywI/AAAAAAAAAt4/WeQ5nyiL3Ag/s220/086%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156358209099223938.post-6349624331486244592</id><published>2010-12-07T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T16:26:45.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vlog?! WHAT?!</title><content type='html'>So, yeah, I thought that might be cool. If I'm lazy and don't want to type, might as well post a video for all to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might notice a change in blog style as well. That's because it's late and I'm bored because the sheer awesomeness of a vlog takes a while to load. This is suppose to be posted on Dec 06, 2010, but since it's 10:30 I think I'll close my computer and try again later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. Me again. 5:00 today. Oh goodness. So, turns out my video is too big for this, so I'm turning to YouTube. Give me a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-x0s7Mes7QM"&gt;VLOG UNO: UMM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156358209099223938-6349624331486244592?l=the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/feeds/6349624331486244592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156358209099223938&amp;postID=6349624331486244592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/6349624331486244592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/6349624331486244592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/2010/12/vlog-what.html' title='A Vlog?! WHAT?!'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356327425446967611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu-TkjYFc3k/TiWJmvxwywI/AAAAAAAAAt4/WeQ5nyiL3Ag/s220/086%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156358209099223938.post-4360382144934265958</id><published>2010-05-01T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T09:13:10.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Long Time</title><content type='html'>I know, it's been a majorly long long time since I've written anything, but here I am. I'm not even going to write anything interesting. I'm just going to write. So, uh, eh-hem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the last night that you can come see A Midsummers Night Dream! It is really good!! Everyone who is reading this the day I post it, should totally come and see it. Everyone who has seen it has loved it. It costs 2 dollars and I suggest you come at 7:30 so that you don't miss the HILARIOUS pre-show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;~♥ Teagan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156358209099223938-4360382144934265958?l=the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/feeds/4360382144934265958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156358209099223938&amp;postID=4360382144934265958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/4360382144934265958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/4360382144934265958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/2010/05/long-long-time.html' title='A Long Long Time'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356327425446967611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu-TkjYFc3k/TiWJmvxwywI/AAAAAAAAAt4/WeQ5nyiL3Ag/s220/086%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156358209099223938.post-6638457404410787536</id><published>2010-01-20T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T19:52:01.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monologues, and lots of 'em</title><content type='html'>I know, I know, it's been a while. But here I am once again. Bringing you a whole bunch of monologues that I found. Where else to compile them besides your blog? The monologues will go as follows, title, time to perform and then the monologue it's self. (NOTE: The times will be a very rough, one shot type deal. It's just a rough measure for me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Bride&lt;br /&gt;Time: 2 minutes 2 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Buttercup:&lt;/b&gt; I love you, I know this must come as something of a surprise, since all I've ever done is scorn you and degrade you and taunt you, but I have loved you for several hours now, and every second, more. I thought an hour ago that I loved you more than any woman has ever loved a man, but a half hour after that I knew that what I felt before was nothing compared to what I felt then. But ten minutes after that, I understood that my previous love was a puddle compared to the high seas before a storm. Your eyes are like that, did you know? Well they are. How many minutes ago was I? Twenty? Had I brought my feelings up to then? It doesn't matter. I love you so much more now than twenty minutes ago that there cannot be comparison. I love you so much more now than when you opened your hovel door, there cannot be comparison. There is no room in my body for anything but you. My arms love you, my ears adore you, my knees shake with blind affection. My mind begs you to ask it something so it can obey. Do you want me to follow you for the rest of your days? I will do that. Do you want me to crawl? I will crawl. I will be quiet for you or sing for you, or if you are hungry, let me bring you food, or if you have thirst and nothing will quench it but Arabian wine, I will go to Araby, even though it is across the world, and bring a bottle back for your lunch. Anything there is that I can do for you, I will do for you; anything there is that I cannot do, I will learn to do. I know I cannot compete with the Countess in skills or wisdom or appeal, and I saw the way she looked at you. And I saw the way you looked at her. But remember, please, that she is old and has other interests, while I am seventeen and for me there is only you. Dearest Westley--I've never called you that before, have I?--Westley, Westley, Westley, Westley, Westley,--darling Westley, adored Westley, sweet perfect Westley, whisper that I have a chance to win your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;Time: 3 minutes 15 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Snow White:&lt;/b&gt;  My mother was a queen, and every day she sewed by a window,   staring at the falling snow, longing to have a baby girl. But one day she  pricked her finger with her needle, and into the snow fell three drops of  blood, and she knew she would die giving birth to me. My father was sad for  a very long tim, but eventually he remarried because he was lonely. My  new mother brought no possessions to the castle except for her magic  mirrors. And every day she  locked her bedroom door and took off all her  clothes off and said, "Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who is the fairest of  them all?" And the mirror would gaze at her, and shudder and scan all the  other mirrors in the world, and all the people looking at themselves and  then answer, "My lady is the fairest of them all." This satisfied her, for  she knew that the mirror spoke the truth. That is the function of mirrors,   even wayward, willful mirrors, Virginia. To let you see yourself as you  truly are.  But you must be sure you wish to know the truth. But, I was  growing older and by the time I was seven, I was as pretty as you. And one  day when she asked her mirror who was the fairest of them all, the mirror  said, "My lady is most fair to see, but Snow White is fairer far than she."  So she called her huntsman and told  him to take this child into the  woods, I am sick of the sight of her. Can you imagine that moment,  Virginia, when you realize that you are so awful that your stepmother is  going to have you murdered? As the huntsman drew his knife I fell to my  knees and I said, "Let me live. Let me live." And he put away his knife,  and I ran into the woods. I was so terrified, I just ran in the darkness. I  ran until I  was exhausted, and there, in front of me, was a tiny cottage.   Everything inside was exactly my size. the table had seven little settings  and upstairs were seven  tiny beds all in a row. And I was so tired that  I fell asleep in one of the beds, and when I woke up I heard voices coming  up the stairs. they had lanterns, mining lanterns and they were swinging  back and forth, back and forth. I was so afraid. Then they saw me and that  all said as one, "What a lovely little girl." They said that if I did all  the cooking and the cleaning and the sewing and the knitting and kept the  house spotless that I could stay and would never want for anything. I told  them about the queen and they became completely paranoid about her. they  told me never to talk to strangers, or go into town, or open the door for  anyone. Her mirrors found me eventually. Three times she came. oncce  with a corset to crush my ribs, once with a poison comb to drug me. The  third time she came  with the most beautiful apples you ever saw, and this  time she stayed to watch me die to make sure. She held me until I died in  front of her, choking on a piece of poison apple. I often think, why did  I let her in? Didn't I know she was bad? And I did, of course I did, but I  also knew that I couldn't keep that door shut all my life, just because it  was dangerous, just because there was a chanc of getting hurt. My husband  was a good man, but he did not rescue me. I rescued myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown!&lt;br /&gt;Time: 42 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sally Brown:&lt;/b&gt; I was robbed! I spent the whole night waiting for the Great Pumpkin when I could have been out for tricks or treats! Halloween is over and I missed it! You blockhead! You kept me up all night waiting for the Great Pumpkin and all that came was a beagle! I didn't get a chance to go out for tricks or treats! And it was all your fault! I'll sue! What a fool I was. And could have had candy apples and gum! And cookies and money and all sorts of things! But no, I had to listen to you! You blockhead. What a fool I was. Trick or treats come only once a year. And I miss it by sitting in a pumpkin patch with a blockhead. You owe me restitution!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies are Free&lt;br /&gt;Time: 1 minute 19 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jill:&lt;/b&gt; I can't talk about him. No, I will talk about him. Every once in a while it's good to do something you don't want to do, it cleanses the insides. He was terribly sweet, and groovy looking, but kind of adolescent, ya know what I mean? Girls mature faster than boys, boys are neater, but girls mature faster. When we met, it was like fireworks! It was a marvelous kind of passion that made every day seem like the 4th of July! Anyways.. the next thing I know, there we are, standing in front of the Justice of the Peace, getting married!? Its only been like two or three months and we're getting married?! I'm not even out of high school! I've got two big exams tomorrow and they were on my mind too.. and then I hear the words, "Do you Jack, take Jill, to be your lawful wedded wife?" UGH!!! Can you imagine going through life as "Jack and Jill" ?! Then I hear, "Until death do us part." And all of the sudden, its not even a wedding anymore, more like a funeral service! And there I am being buried alive!... Under Jack Benson! I wanted to scream, go running out into the night! But I couldn't.. It was 10 o'clock in the morning and well, you can't go running out into 10 o'clock in the morning. So instead, I passed out. If only I'd fainted, before I said "I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defy Gravity&lt;br /&gt;Time:&lt;b&gt; 2 minutes 39 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth:&lt;/b&gt; The day my mother actually left, a reporter asked me what I thought of my mother going into space. I didn't want to answer so I hid my face behind my grandmother's purse. My brother laughed at me so I hit him on the arm. My grandmother gave us Lifesavers to quiet us down. I told her I wanted cherry so she peeled the paper down until she found one for me. I put it in my pocket for later. Then my mother joined us and she let me hold her hand while she talked to the reporters. I played with her wedding ring and I was very proud that I was one of the few people who was allowed to touch her hand. She showed the reporters some of the things she was taking up to space. She had a journal and in the journal was a bookmark that I made for her. I had drawn a rocket and stars and Saturn with the rings and I ironed it between two pieces of wax paper so it would be protected from the gamma rays. Then she showed the reporters something her class had given her. I was jealous and I wanted to give her something else. So I took out the Lifesaver.  It was fuzzy from the lining of my pocket. While my mother and the reporters talked, I tried to make the Lifesaver presentable. I told myself I had to pick all the lint off the Lifesaver or my mother wouldn't come back. Finally my mother crouched down next to me. She was wearing her blue space suit. I touched the patches on her shoulders.  She looked so beautiful. Suddenly I couldn't grasp that this was the woman who every morning sliced banana on my granola. My grandmother kept saying, say good-bye, honey, say good-bye to your mother. But all I could manage to do was hold out the Lifesaver. My mother took it and put it in her pocket and I knew everything would be all right. When I watched my mothers ship take off, I saw it go straight into the sky and disappear. When my grandmother told me that my mother went to heaven, I thought that was a part of outer space. I was excited because I thought she'd come back with all kinds of neat presents like a plastic harp or a pair of angel wings. I went to the mailbox everyday looking for a postcard from her that would have clouds or a 3D picture of God. I waited for her to call long distance. When I didn't hear from her I got very angry. I told my father I hated her for being away so long. He told me she had perished in the rocket. I told him that wasn't true, that she was alive. That she had left us and found a family she liked better. He asked me why did I think she was still alive. And I said, because I never saw her dead. These are the reasons I gave myself for why my mother didn't come back. One: I hit my brother on the arm. Two: I wouldn't talk to the reporters. Three: I didn't say thank you to my grandmother for the coloring book.  Four: I wouldn't let my father hold me. And five: I didn't get all the lint off the Lifesaver.&lt;p&gt;Star Spangled Girl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time: 1 minutes 38 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sophie:&lt;/b&gt; Mr.Cornell, Ah have tried to be neighborly, Ah have tried to be friendly and Ah have tried to be cordial...Ah don't know what it is that you're trying to be. That first night Ah was appreciative that you carried mah trunk up the stairs...The fact that it slipped and fell five flights and smashed to pieces was not your fault...Ah didn't even mind the personal message you painted on the stairs. Ah thought it was crazy, but sorta sweet. However, things have now gone too far...Ah cannot accept gifts from a man Ah hardly know...Especially canned goods. And Ah read your little note. Ah can guess the gist of it even though Ah don't speak Italian. This has got to stop, Mr. Cornell. Ah can do very well without you leavin' little chocolate-almond Hershey bars in mah mailbox-they melted yesterday, and now Ah got three gooey letters from home with nuts in 'em-and Ah can do without you sneakin' into mah apartment after Ah go to work and paintin' mah balcony without tellin' me about it. Ah stepped out there yesterday and mah slippers are still glued to the floor. And Ah can do without you tying big bottles of eau de cologne to mah cat's tail. The poor thing kept swishin' it yesterday and nearly beat herself to death...And most of all, Ah can certainly do without you watchin' me get on the bus every day through that high-powered telescope. You got me so nervous the other day, Ah got on the wrong bus. In short, Mr. Cornell. And Ah don't want to have to say this again, leave me ay-lone!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Up the Down Staircase&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time: 49 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alice:&lt;/b&gt; His voice...the way his eyebrow goes up...how to describe the emotion I...If I could die for you Paul, like the Lady of Shalott you read to us about, floating dead on the river outside his window, and Lancelot never knowing.  Saying only,"She has a lovely face, the Lady of Shalott"  In my bed at night I pray to the ceiling...please make him love me or notice me in class where I sit.  Make him take me in his bold, throbbing embrace!  When I look at the cracks in the ceiling and how ugly everything is, I think it's all unreal, my house and my parents.  Real life is somewhere else.  On moonlit terraces, in tropic gardens....foreign cities...darkling woods.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Addams Family Values&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time: 1 minute 36 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Debbie:&lt;/b&gt; I don't want to hurt anybody. I don't enjoy hurting anybody. I don't like guns or bombs or electric chairs, but sometimes people just won't listen and so I have to use persuasion, and slides. My parents, Sharon and Dave. Generous, doting, or were they? All I ever wanted was a Ballerina Barbie in her pretty pink tutu. My birthday, I was 10 and do you know what they got me? Malibu Barbie. That's not what I wanted, that's not who I was. I was a ballerina. Graceful. Delicate. They had to go. My first husband, the heart surgeon. All day long, coronaries, transplants. "Sorry about dinner, Deb, the Pope has a cold." Husband number 2: the senator. He loved his state. He loved his country. Sorry Debbie. No Mercedes this year. We have to set an example." Oh yeah. Set this! My latest husband. My late, late husband Fester, and his adorable family. You took me in. You accepted me. But did any of you love me? I mean, really love me? So I killed. So I maimed. So I destroyed one innocent life after another. Aren't I a human being? Don't I yearn and ache...and shop? Don't I deserve love...and jewelry? Good-bye everybody. Wish me luck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A Cinderella Story&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time: 53 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sam:&lt;/b&gt; No, you listen. You turned out to be exactly who I thought you were. I never pretended to be somebody else. It's been me all along. And it was me who was hurt in front of everybody. Look, I didn't come here to yell at you, okay? I know what it feels like to be afraid to show who you are. I was. But not anymore. And the thing is, I don't care what people think about me... because I believe in myself. And I know that things are gonna be okay. But even though I have no family, and no job, and no money for college... it's you that I feel sorry for. &lt;b&gt;(pause)&lt;/b&gt; I know that guy that sent those emails is somewhere inside of you, but, I can't wait for him... because waiting for you is like waiting for rain in this drought. Useless and disappointing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Funny Girl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time: 1 minutes 45 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fanny Brice:&lt;/b&gt; Suppose all ya ever had for breakfast was onion rolls. Then one day, in walks (gasp) a bagel! You'd say, 'Ugh, what's that?' Until you tried it! That's my problem - I'm a bagel on a plate full of onion rolls. Nobody recognizes me! Listen, I got 36 expressions. Sweet as pie and tough as leather. And that's six expressions more than all those...Barrymores put together. Instead of just kicking me, why don't they give me a lift? Well, it must be a plot, 'cause they're scared that I got...such a gift! 'Cause I'm the greatest star, I am by far, but no one knows it. Wait - they're gonna hear a voice, a silver flute. They'll cheer each toot, hey, she's terrific!, when I expose it. Now can't you see to look at me that I'm a natural Camille, and as Camille, I just feel, I've so much to offer. Kid, I know I'd be divine because I'm a natural cougher &lt;b&gt;(coughs)&lt;/b&gt; - some ain't got it, not a lump. I'm a great big clump of talent! Laugh, they'll bend in half. Did you ever hear the story about the travelling salesman? A thousand jokes, stick around for the jokes. A thousand faces. I reiterate. When you're gifted, then you're gifted. These are facts, I've got no axe to grind. Ay! What are ya, blind? In all of the world so far, I'm the greatest star! No autographs, please. What? You think beautiful girls are gonna stay in style forever? I should say not! Any minute now they're gonna be out! FINISHED! Then it'll be my turn!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156358209099223938-6638457404410787536?l=the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/feeds/6638457404410787536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156358209099223938&amp;postID=6638457404410787536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/6638457404410787536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/6638457404410787536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/2010/01/monologues-and-lots-of-em.html' title='Monologues, and lots of &apos;em'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356327425446967611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu-TkjYFc3k/TiWJmvxwywI/AAAAAAAAAt4/WeQ5nyiL3Ag/s220/086%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156358209099223938.post-730054732214603564</id><published>2009-11-08T19:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T19:41:11.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohmigoodness, PLUSHIES!!</title><content type='html'>So, recently (just tonight) I read this amazing tutorial on, you guess it, plushie making. It was so simple that even I, YES, even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I TEAGAN CLARK WHO CAN'T SEW VERY WELL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;could do it. Isn't that so shocking? it really is shocking, I know, but I think it would be a whole lot of fun making plushies for people I know and love. I need some felt and some free time. Yes. That'll do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to re-do my want list. I've thought of more and more things so I'll just write down a list when I get bored in class and type it up. Then it won't be such a lame excuse for a want list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I'll start with something simple, like making a plushie of my totally adorable friend, Aysha. All I need is a reference picture!! (If I could only get that T.T) And then hot glue and cut and sew and stuff and such. Oooo, this will be sooooo fun! (Geddit? Sew fun? LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, I'll try more difficult stuff. Making favorite characters for my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mattie: Grell&lt;br /&gt;Aysha: Sora&lt;br /&gt;Shelly: Roxas&lt;br /&gt;Jeannette: Sailor Moon&lt;br /&gt;Me: Maybe Morii or Honey or Nekozawa and Other adorable creatures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how it is. I can be... whimisicle. A lot of the time I take up a hobby just for the fun of it. Oooo, maybe I should do this instead for my English Report instead of palm reading! Oh, decisions, decisions! Why must decisions be so difficult? *slam head on key bored* uyhj! uyhj!! nuyhjn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to do something cool though. Lol, picture Mr. Wood as a plushie... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♦/Teagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156358209099223938-730054732214603564?l=the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/feeds/730054732214603564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156358209099223938&amp;postID=730054732214603564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/730054732214603564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/730054732214603564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/2009/11/ohmigoodness-plushies.html' title='Ohmigoodness, PLUSHIES!!'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356327425446967611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu-TkjYFc3k/TiWJmvxwywI/AAAAAAAAAt4/WeQ5nyiL3Ag/s220/086%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156358209099223938.post-3155169901023106216</id><published>2009-11-01T11:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T11:35:14.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a Terribly Selfish Person</title><content type='html'>Am I terrible and selfish if I post a list of things I want? There has been so many things I've been thinking of for a while now and it just seems proper if I let people know. Just in case, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might as well start with CD's:&lt;br /&gt;ANY Musical&lt;br /&gt;ANYTHING Harry Potter Related&lt;br /&gt;Classical, lots and lots of classical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need/want a big CD organizer thing. Then everything would be totally hunky dory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guinea Pig Stuff:&lt;br /&gt;Bird Toys&lt;br /&gt;Hideys and stuff like that&lt;br /&gt;Hay (I always need hay. It HAS to be Oxbow, though. No exceptions.)&lt;br /&gt;A hand vacuum (to vacuum up poos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Patches birthday soon and she would like things. I know I've thought of more things than this, so maybe I'll add to the list soon. My own birthday and Christmas is coming sooner than we may like to think, so I just like to be on top of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ß/Teagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156358209099223938-3155169901023106216?l=the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/feeds/3155169901023106216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156358209099223938&amp;postID=3155169901023106216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/3155169901023106216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/3155169901023106216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-terribly-selfish-person.html' title='I am a Terribly Selfish Person'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356327425446967611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu-TkjYFc3k/TiWJmvxwywI/AAAAAAAAAt4/WeQ5nyiL3Ag/s220/086%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156358209099223938.post-4515068332079542425</id><published>2009-09-26T12:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T12:52:20.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Whole New World</title><content type='html'>Ah, sorry about that. things happen, you know. Life happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I made a new video. You should all check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/TreeTopFruit#play/uploads/0/YObG-F5y5rk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the question came to me when I made this video was: Which piggy to use? Of course, I the both of them, but I could only use one for this video. So which to choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I chose Patches. The main reason for that, was that Patches doesn't wriggle as much as Kendle and wriggling would have given the video a bad image. Plus, Patches has a more intricate coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ENTREAT you to watch it and please comment and even subscribe to my channel! Speaking of my channel, I need a logo for Treetopfruit Productions. I love acting SOO much and I want to get myself out there but I dunno how to do it. Any suggestions? Who knows, I could be the next YouTube star!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¼/ Teagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156358209099223938-4515068332079542425?l=the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/feeds/4515068332079542425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156358209099223938&amp;postID=4515068332079542425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/4515068332079542425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/4515068332079542425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/2009/09/whole-new-world.html' title='A Whole New World'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356327425446967611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu-TkjYFc3k/TiWJmvxwywI/AAAAAAAAAt4/WeQ5nyiL3Ag/s220/086%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156358209099223938.post-8822353841640940934</id><published>2009-09-07T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:02:19.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Withdrawal</title><content type='html'>I am a natural listener and some how, people can sense that. People come to me and let out everything and I sit and I listen and I give my honest response. But being a listener can be hard. Sometimes.... sometimes you wish someone would listen to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I have much to say right now. School is going great and everyone is fine. Sometimes, I think it is necessary for one person to go into withdrawal for a while. Think things over. The only problem with this is people will wonder what is wrong. I'm generally very talkative and friendly and if I stop, people will wonder what is up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;╕/ Teagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156358209099223938-8822353841640940934?l=the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/feeds/8822353841640940934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156358209099223938&amp;postID=8822353841640940934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/8822353841640940934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/8822353841640940934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/2009/09/withdrawal.html' title='Withdrawal'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356327425446967611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu-TkjYFc3k/TiWJmvxwywI/AAAAAAAAAt4/WeQ5nyiL3Ag/s220/086%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156358209099223938.post-880920890809719506</id><published>2009-08-18T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T13:57:33.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Guinea Pig Video</title><content type='html'>Sooooo, some of my GP friends told me to make up a video  of them. So I did. Here it is in all its...glory... I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;£/Teagan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-da89bee593591ee3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dda89bee593591ee3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330215465%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6DA848DE8856F67B526F570140E3CA8072898102.2A31EA9626B54D5E4A1603407302D094802CF4E0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dda89bee593591ee3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkIIFO5gq09FlWWIp2C0_xEOacJk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dda89bee593591ee3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330215465%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6DA848DE8856F67B526F570140E3CA8072898102.2A31EA9626B54D5E4A1603407302D094802CF4E0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dda89bee593591ee3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkIIFO5gq09FlWWIp2C0_xEOacJk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156358209099223938-880920890809719506?l=the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=da89bee593591ee3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/feeds/880920890809719506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156358209099223938&amp;postID=880920890809719506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/880920890809719506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/880920890809719506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-guinea-pig-video.html' title='Random Guinea Pig Video'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356327425446967611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu-TkjYFc3k/TiWJmvxwywI/AAAAAAAAAt4/WeQ5nyiL3Ag/s220/086%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156358209099223938.post-248461476827008908</id><published>2009-08-17T19:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T19:40:26.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Piggers!</title><content type='html'>Meet Patch and Kendle! They are the new additions to our family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first met Patch, she was squeaking as loud as possible! She was quite the opinionated young lady! When I held her see seemed quite friends and I loved her! Her coloring is dalmatian and her breed is American. I'd put her at about... 9 months old. Birth date I'm going to say is...   November 14th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SooTtHTVP0I/AAAAAAAAALc/2NZVFiXolcs/s1600-h/Photo-0079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SooTtHTVP0I/AAAAAAAAALc/2NZVFiXolcs/s320/Photo-0079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371127171367911234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first met Kendle, she was very cuddly. Kind of shy, not very rambunctious at all. Sweet. Scared out of her mind... Anywho, she is quite friendly also and her breed is also american! She is about 6 months old and her birthday is Febuary 22nd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SooUaUECO2I/AAAAAAAAALk/StivL5WmEbs/s1600-h/Photo-0081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SooUaUECO2I/AAAAAAAAALk/StivL5WmEbs/s320/Photo-0081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371127947887524706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to hang out with my new pals! Once their settled in, of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;τ/ Teagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156358209099223938-248461476827008908?l=the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/feeds/248461476827008908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156358209099223938&amp;postID=248461476827008908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/248461476827008908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/248461476827008908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-piggers.html' title='New Piggers!'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356327425446967611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu-TkjYFc3k/TiWJmvxwywI/AAAAAAAAAt4/WeQ5nyiL3Ag/s220/086%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SooTtHTVP0I/AAAAAAAAALc/2NZVFiXolcs/s72-c/Photo-0079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156358209099223938.post-4233613416443954569</id><published>2009-07-27T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T07:19:55.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella the Brave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/Sm23VRBunhI/AAAAAAAAALU/gHO5sIBheaQ/s1600-h/Coolage+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/Sm23VRBunhI/AAAAAAAAALU/gHO5sIBheaQ/s320/Coolage+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363144307243916818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have been posting anything and I'm sorry about that. I forget too easily. Very easily. But now seems like a good time to post.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/Sm23VNjI39I/AAAAAAAAALM/8bBkEqPZE3k/s1600-h/Bells+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/Sm23VNjI39I/AAAAAAAAALM/8bBkEqPZE3k/s320/Bells+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363144306310307794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my very first guinea pig 26... now 27 days ago. I obsessed over her. I build her a nice roomy cage so that she could run around and have a good time. I did everything to ensure that she was happy and healthy. EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/Sm23U99rQhI/AAAAAAAAALE/1wXsxNsgZXs/s1600-h/Bells+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/Sm23U99rQhI/AAAAAAAAALE/1wXsxNsgZXs/s320/Bells+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363144302126645778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now she is gone. Gone for good. I'm in such shock that I can't even think about it without crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/Sm22x-jrrpI/AAAAAAAAAK0/pxqMvguxXwI/s1600-h/Puppy+Love+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/Sm22x-jrrpI/AAAAAAAAAK0/pxqMvguxXwI/s320/Puppy+Love+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363143700990635666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was killed by our dog. I blame no one, and the person I blame the most is myself. I should have done more to protect her, I should have put Toby outside before I left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/Sm22xbnin2I/AAAAAAAAAKs/webvKwlnj5g/s1600-h/Puppy+Love+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/Sm22xbnin2I/AAAAAAAAAKs/webvKwlnj5g/s320/Puppy+Love+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363143691611578210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Steph's treehouse, chatting when I got the feeling I should go home. Nothing felt right, because it was Sunday and hanging out with friends is not what you do on Sunday. Maybe if I had heeded it sooner, she would still be alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/Sm22KWFcfTI/AAAAAAAAAKk/jLK-pWc-q2I/s1600-h/Eating+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/Sm22KWFcfTI/AAAAAAAAAKk/jLK-pWc-q2I/s320/Eating+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363143020111494450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cage that I worked so hard to create was destroyed, with bite marks on the chloroplast corner where I found her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/Sm22KKlZYcI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_kimucLh34Y/s1600-h/Eating+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/Sm22KKlZYcI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_kimucLh34Y/s320/Eating+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363143017024283074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We buried her by the chicken coop, in a shoebox. I but in a carrot and a basil leaf in. She loved basil, Basil and Bellpeppers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/Sm22J8LUOSI/AAAAAAAAAKU/9-4eLybB6bg/s1600-h/DSCN3202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/Sm22J8LUOSI/AAAAAAAAAKU/9-4eLybB6bg/s320/DSCN3202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363143013156796706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said the prayer and added the first dirt. Saying guinea pig heaven pronounced a giggle from Kevin. Guinea pig is a funny word and I smiled when I said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/Sm22JQYzmII/AAAAAAAAAKM/ql7_sq7_R1o/s1600-h/Chillin+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/Sm22JQYzmII/AAAAAAAAAKM/ql7_sq7_R1o/s320/Chillin+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363143001402218626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She frolicking in fields of grass, with lots of friends. She isn't lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/Sm22JZgcr6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/EyGfA9CsIsQ/s1600-h/Puppy+Love+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/Sm22JZgcr6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/EyGfA9CsIsQ/s320/Puppy+Love+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363143003850190754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I miss her so much and now.... Now I'm the lonely one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/Sm22yBs_SMI/AAAAAAAAAK8/MhneceV-ZeU/s1600-h/Puppy+Love+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/Sm22yBs_SMI/AAAAAAAAAK8/MhneceV-ZeU/s320/Puppy+Love+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363143701834975426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;™/Teagan Clark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156358209099223938-4233613416443954569?l=the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/feeds/4233613416443954569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156358209099223938&amp;postID=4233613416443954569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/4233613416443954569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/4233613416443954569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/2009/07/bella-brave.html' title='Bella the Brave'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356327425446967611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu-TkjYFc3k/TiWJmvxwywI/AAAAAAAAAt4/WeQ5nyiL3Ag/s220/086%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/Sm23VRBunhI/AAAAAAAAALU/gHO5sIBheaQ/s72-c/Coolage+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156358209099223938.post-2865780323816444078</id><published>2009-04-29T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:29:07.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worst Day</title><content type='html'>So, today has kind of sucked majorly and so I am going to tell you ALL about it. Aren't you lucky? Things were just... it was just little things, you know? A computer shutting down right before you finish an unsaved paper, not getting to act, being bored, sitting on the floor, the kid sitting next to you is breathing REALLY FREAKING LOUD! One of my pet peeves. It's not hard to breath silently. Believe me, I've done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, not being able to block in Lacrosse today. I felt so bad. My heart would drop as the ball zipped passed me. I hate that feeling. Hate hate hate. And then people told me to shut up! So I sang louder! HA! TAKE THAT JERKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ - Teagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156358209099223938-2865780323816444078?l=the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/feeds/2865780323816444078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156358209099223938&amp;postID=2865780323816444078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/2865780323816444078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/2865780323816444078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/2009/04/worst-day.html' title='The Worst Day'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356327425446967611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu-TkjYFc3k/TiWJmvxwywI/AAAAAAAAAt4/WeQ5nyiL3Ag/s220/086%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156358209099223938.post-5376663220240760948</id><published>2009-04-28T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:24:02.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Random Thought</title><content type='html'>So, as I was standing there, guarding the lacrosse goal with my life, a wondrous smell came wafting through out field... FRIES! Glorious, magnificent FRIES! Oh how awesome a smell is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It distracted me for a moment and I thought "Yes. Let's have them put fast food places by a P.E. field so that it can entice hungry players!" It really was a lovely smell though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;╢-Teagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156358209099223938-5376663220240760948?l=the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/feeds/5376663220240760948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156358209099223938&amp;postID=5376663220240760948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/5376663220240760948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/5376663220240760948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-thought.html' title='A Random Thought'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356327425446967611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu-TkjYFc3k/TiWJmvxwywI/AAAAAAAAAt4/WeQ5nyiL3Ag/s220/086%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156358209099223938.post-1507125159197066682</id><published>2009-03-28T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T18:38:26.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Video?! Can it Be?!</title><content type='html'>I know, I know, you're SO thrilled. After a long time of editing, here it is. From the folds of my mind, I bring you-&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_1r9TvhlMkU"&gt; THE VIDEO! &lt;/a&gt;My mom laughed. She enjoyed it. It was special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/TreeTopFruit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just click the link. Check out my other videos too! I'm ALL about promoting myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, how about a story while we're waiting for this to upload?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday I was TOTALLY craving Chik Fil A. As many of you know, the closet Chik Fil A is in the mall. So, I convinced Kevin to take me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my pocket were two bills. A 20$ bill and a 1$ bill. So the guy is like, "That'll be $7.36" (or something like that) So I pull out a bill and hand it to him. He looks at it and is like "Um..." It took me a moment to realize that I had pulled out the one and not the twenty! I laughed about it. It was a humorus situation.  How would you like to ask for 7 dollars and get a one dollar bill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156358209099223938-1507125159197066682?l=the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/feeds/1507125159197066682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156358209099223938&amp;postID=1507125159197066682' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/1507125159197066682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/1507125159197066682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-video-can-it-be.html' title='A New Video?! Can it Be?!'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356327425446967611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu-TkjYFc3k/TiWJmvxwywI/AAAAAAAAAt4/WeQ5nyiL3Ag/s220/086%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156358209099223938.post-6513542544430892228</id><published>2009-03-23T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T15:43:22.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>So, Now the play is done. Over. FINISHED. And it's weird. It is SO weird. I'm at home and I will be for a while... It's so odd. So much time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156358209099223938-6513542544430892228?l=the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/feeds/6513542544430892228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156358209099223938&amp;postID=6513542544430892228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/6513542544430892228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/6513542544430892228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/2009/03/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356327425446967611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu-TkjYFc3k/TiWJmvxwywI/AAAAAAAAAt4/WeQ5nyiL3Ag/s220/086%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156358209099223938.post-6022628540624419349</id><published>2009-03-15T12:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T12:39:11.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Yes, yes, I know, you've been chatting at me to update and update some more, and yet I have not because, well... I just haven't. It's March. The last post was in December. I'm going to blame the lack of posting on the cold weather and lack of sleep. Now it's warmer, but I'm still feeling sluggish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, for those of you who actually enjoy reading about my life and/or are bored, here is my update of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulan is coming to a close. It has been a long long long 3 months of work, but I think we're going to pull it off. I was originally going to do the music and such, but then I was sick for a week, so Austin Woodall was going to do it, and I got demoted to spotlight (which isn't bad at all, because I get more of a break than I would when doing the music) HOWEVER, something epic has occured. Neither Austin or Deven were at the Saturday rehersal, so I was in doing the music instead, right? After the run throughs, Ms. Loveless was talking to Josilynn(sp?) and I. She said that I ran the music much faster and better than Austin, and since he wasn't there that day, she was thinking about having him just do the mics, and putting me on offical music duty, but ONLY if Flossy felt comfortable with the spotlight. My day has come at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am preparing for an audition on Tuesday. It will be performed in summer and I am very nervous! Right now, I'm just waiting for Aubrey Bolton to call, because I'm getting headshots done. Should be fun! I need to work on my monolongue some more, but it's coming well. I just need to write my resume and practice the song I plan to sing several more times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's my update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156358209099223938-6022628540624419349?l=the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/feeds/6022628540624419349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156358209099223938&amp;postID=6022628540624419349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/6022628540624419349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/6022628540624419349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/2009/03/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356327425446967611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu-TkjYFc3k/TiWJmvxwywI/AAAAAAAAAt4/WeQ5nyiL3Ag/s220/086%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156358209099223938.post-3604774753935313757</id><published>2008-12-29T07:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T07:54:28.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been busy.</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for the lack of posting but lets be frank here. I don't have that much to report on. What, you don't believe me? Sure, I could go on and on about how this was the best Christmas ever and how the whole of Rose Cir. got a Wii (including us. Best christmas EVER!) but that wouldn't be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could even tell you about how my favorite cousin Lucy came and we hung out for a day and went do a dance and how fun the dance was. It was a dance in the snow. The DJ said that it was revolutionary. Several times. He's like, the general Murray dance DJ. He's always there. I'm sure he makes quite the buck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...I guess I could even tell you that Alex and I are just going to be friends now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, it's not the most interesting thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥/Teagan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS Kevin tried to name the wii kvn rxs but I renamed it Poka-Dot)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156358209099223938-3604774753935313757?l=the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/feeds/3604774753935313757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156358209099223938&amp;postID=3604774753935313757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/3604774753935313757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/3604774753935313757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-been-busy.html' title='I&apos;ve been busy.'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356327425446967611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu-TkjYFc3k/TiWJmvxwywI/AAAAAAAAAt4/WeQ5nyiL3Ag/s220/086%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156358209099223938.post-7515504588082211025</id><published>2008-11-19T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:07:23.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YW and Excellance</title><content type='html'>Ok, I know, I know, this is my second entry today, but your just going to have to deal with this blog abnormality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I went to Young Women in Excellence. It was quite spiffy, I might say; And I do. We got these awards. Mrs. Butterworth awards! After I got mine, I said "I'd like to thank my mom and dad, and my dentist, and *sniff* just thank you every! *sniff* *sniff* *cry*" Steph said she was going to do it, she knew I was going to, and so she didn't. Ain't that nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what they did before we got our award is they read a letter that our parents (my mother in my case) wrote for us. Here's what mine said :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"What to say about Teagan. I knew that I loved her from the moment I knew I was pregnant. She and I have always shared a very special bond. Sometimes it's a little scary how much we are alike. The best thing about Teagan is that she is never boring, annoying, yes but never boring. If she has to invent imaginary people, talk to her tape recorder, invent games, write books, or become someone different altogether she will do it to keep us and herself entertained. Teagan is very smart and rarely gets less than an A in her classes She works very hard at what she likes and has recieved her black belt in karate. Her latest love is the computer where she has produced her own web show Curly Fries and has her own blog. We love Teagan very much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156358209099223938-7515504588082211025?l=the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/feeds/7515504588082211025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156358209099223938&amp;postID=7515504588082211025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/7515504588082211025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/7515504588082211025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/2008/11/yw-and-excellance.html' title='YW and Excellance'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356327425446967611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu-TkjYFc3k/TiWJmvxwywI/AAAAAAAAAt4/WeQ5nyiL3Ag/s220/086%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156358209099223938.post-4029651862056484282</id><published>2008-11-19T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T16:16:10.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unit Project Presentation</title><content type='html'>"I guess I'll go" So I stood up, handed Mrs. Wii my rubric, and went to the front and with a final breath I began my explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I presented it. It was hard. I was dramatic. People laughed. I laughed. At least I laughed at good places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My puppet's were paper bags, but that is beside the point.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;think I did well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I did well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156358209099223938-4029651862056484282?l=the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/feeds/4029651862056484282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156358209099223938&amp;postID=4029651862056484282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/4029651862056484282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/4029651862056484282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/2008/11/unit-project-presentation.html' title='Unit Project Presentation'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356327425446967611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu-TkjYFc3k/TiWJmvxwywI/AAAAAAAAAt4/WeQ5nyiL3Ag/s220/086%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156358209099223938.post-334077360082546703</id><published>2008-11-16T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T15:53:16.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mother and I</title><content type='html'>So, I'm in my mothers room, hiding from the crowded kitchen. People are here. Lots of people. I think I heard Kevin comment on "Whoever set the table didn't know what they were doing." Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherri has already been asking me about Al. It's a drag really. But, I suppose I don't mind, I just don't want to be persecuted by the numbers. My mother says my mom has had the urge to burst into song when she's see's us. And my friends wonder where I get it from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, It's true, I take after my mother mostly. Same interests and such. The sad thing is, she scares people. I can understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, this is my 4th file and 4th picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SSCyVpCAyWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/M2N5CcmtvaA/s1600-h/Almost.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SSCyVpCAyWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/M2N5CcmtvaA/s320/Almost.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269407648884771170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156358209099223938-334077360082546703?l=the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/feeds/334077360082546703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156358209099223938&amp;postID=334077360082546703' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/334077360082546703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/334077360082546703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-mother-and-i.html' title='My Mother and I'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356327425446967611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu-TkjYFc3k/TiWJmvxwywI/AAAAAAAAAt4/WeQ5nyiL3Ag/s220/086%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SSCyVpCAyWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/M2N5CcmtvaA/s72-c/Almost.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156358209099223938.post-3544526706126538157</id><published>2008-11-11T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T15:36:51.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I've Done</title><content type='html'>You just bold all the things that you have done in your life.&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Started your own blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Played in a band&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watched a meteor shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been to Disneyland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Climbed a mountain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Held a praying mantis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Sang a solo&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;br /&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Grown your own vegetables&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;br /&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;strong&gt;Had a pillow fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taken a sick day when you’re not il&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Built a snow fort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a Marathon&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;strong&gt;Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Hit a home run&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been on a cruise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;br /&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;br /&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;br /&gt;41.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sung karaoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;br /&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;br /&gt;47. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had your portrait painted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;br /&gt;51. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;53. &lt;strong&gt;Played in the mud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;br /&gt;55. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been in a movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;57. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;58. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taken a martial arts class&lt;/span&gt; (6 years of karate is a lot.)&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;60. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Served at a soup kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;br /&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;br /&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason&lt;br /&gt;64. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;br /&gt;67. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Bounced a check&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;69. &lt;strong&gt;Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;br /&gt;71. Eaten Caviar&lt;br /&gt;72. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Pieced a quilt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;75. Been fired from a job&lt;br /&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;br /&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;br /&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;br /&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;88. &lt;strong&gt;Had chickenpox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Saved someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;90. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sat on a jury&lt;/span&gt; (Mocktrail counts, right?)&lt;br /&gt;91. &lt;strong&gt;Met someone famous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joined a book club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. &lt;strong&gt;Lost a loved one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Had a baby&lt;br /&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;br /&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit&lt;br /&gt;98. &lt;strong&gt;Owned a cell phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. &lt;strong&gt;Been stung by a bee &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156358209099223938-3544526706126538157?l=the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/feeds/3544526706126538157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156358209099223938&amp;postID=3544526706126538157' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/3544526706126538157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/3544526706126538157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/2008/11/things-ive-done.html' title='Things I&apos;ve Done'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356327425446967611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu-TkjYFc3k/TiWJmvxwywI/AAAAAAAAAt4/WeQ5nyiL3Ag/s220/086%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156358209099223938.post-56495109578472563</id><published>2008-11-09T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T14:46:59.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>First off, to Connor: Not you, you dork face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, it just makes things difficult when you have your mom on your case all the time, and older siblings telling on you and everything is hectic and THEREFORE, although you may want to be able to confide some things to some people but things occur that makes it so you CAN'T tell people what's going on and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may just go with Robins idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things went from Kim, to Julie, to my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Teagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156358209099223938-56495109578472563?l=the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/feeds/56495109578472563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156358209099223938&amp;postID=56495109578472563' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/56495109578472563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/56495109578472563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/2008/11/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356327425446967611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu-TkjYFc3k/TiWJmvxwywI/AAAAAAAAAt4/WeQ5nyiL3Ag/s220/086%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156358209099223938.post-4546038773909196803</id><published>2008-11-08T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T12:27:45.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deletion</title><content type='html'>I deleted some things. You see, people are evil and therefore I cannot tell you things that I would tell you because of some people.  Those people make these things hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥/Teagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156358209099223938-4546038773909196803?l=the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/feeds/4546038773909196803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156358209099223938&amp;postID=4546038773909196803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/4546038773909196803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/4546038773909196803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/2008/11/deletion.html' title='Deletion'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356327425446967611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu-TkjYFc3k/TiWJmvxwywI/AAAAAAAAAt4/WeQ5nyiL3Ag/s220/086%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156358209099223938.post-8909998970388043281</id><published>2008-10-17T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T19:42:41.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SPlM_lMQruI/AAAAAAAAAHY/1c3zvHAhZ8o/s1600-h/203053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SPlM_lMQruI/AAAAAAAAAHY/1c3zvHAhZ8o/s320/203053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258318695130771170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SPlM05htCII/AAAAAAAAAGw/j3lnd-k4z1w/s1600-h/202907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SPlM05htCII/AAAAAAAAAGw/j3lnd-k4z1w/s320/202907.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258318511610857602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SPlM1N3dH_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/4PxXh40Vv08/s1600-h/202932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SPlM1N3dH_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/4PxXh40Vv08/s320/202932.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258318517070798834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a boring day. You see, we went to the cabin and worked. And then we rested and worked some more. And then we went on a 4-wheeler ride and got really really muddy. Well, I didn't, the 4 wheeler did. I put my feet up, therefore avoiding the mud. But that is beside the point. We rode home aaaaaaaaand broke down! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SPlM1cpFMXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/bIVex5o5dKY/s1600-h/202952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SPlM1cpFMXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/bIVex5o5dKY/s320/202952.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258318521037042034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we are here and you are there and I'm not sure why you are reading this. Those are random pictures of me, there to the side. I do enjoy using my mothers webcam. It is very very nice. Very nice.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SPlM1v5WIjI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IO7DxTmM3yQ/s1600-h/203025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SPlM1v5WIjI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IO7DxTmM3yQ/s320/203025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258318526205534770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I'm not sure what else to say. My title is odd, yes? Very sutle and almost... unenthusiastic. If that's what you got from it, then you would be correct! Odd and wonderfull interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spelt wonderful wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥/Teagan&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SPlM_vrxVEI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1LWwxkJjDBU/s1600-h/203044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SPlM_vrxVEI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1LWwxkJjDBU/s320/203044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258318697947288642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS I am SO stoked for the dance! HE is going to be there, as I said before. He has such a nice nose... Hmm ♥)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PPS I promise to take my camera along.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156358209099223938-8909998970388043281?l=the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/feeds/8909998970388043281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156358209099223938&amp;postID=8909998970388043281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/8909998970388043281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/8909998970388043281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/2008/10/yay.html' title='Yay.'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356327425446967611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu-TkjYFc3k/TiWJmvxwywI/AAAAAAAAAt4/WeQ5nyiL3Ag/s220/086%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SPlM_lMQruI/AAAAAAAAAHY/1c3zvHAhZ8o/s72-c/203053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156358209099223938.post-3482577755237431973</id><published>2008-10-16T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T18:32:00.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Functions</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't particularly posted anything for a while, but it is hard to think at the moment. You see, while people surround you, talking laughing, yelling, being human, the brain doesn't function properly. The human brain can (as rumors say) only think of 8 things at once. If you take up your mind with worldly things, then you cannot think of anything deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like then. My brother happened to be saying something loud and horrible and I was destracted and looked at him. I am surprised that he hasn't yelled at me for typing turning the football game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there was more to say. Dance on Saturday! I swear, I will dance with him and tell you all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥/Teagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156358209099223938-3482577755237431973?l=the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/feeds/3482577755237431973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156358209099223938&amp;postID=3482577755237431973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/3482577755237431973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/3482577755237431973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/2008/10/brain-functions.html' title='Brain Functions'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356327425446967611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu-TkjYFc3k/TiWJmvxwywI/AAAAAAAAAt4/WeQ5nyiL3Ag/s220/086%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156358209099223938.post-1934009088987187940</id><published>2008-10-12T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T15:27:45.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night I Was A Gypsy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SPJ5rIXOCKI/AAAAAAAAAGk/wyY-W9B1d0g/s1600-h/Spook+Alley+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SPJ5rIXOCKI/AAAAAAAAAGk/wyY-W9B1d0g/s320/Spook+Alley+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256397496980998306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's right. Last night had to have been one of the coldest nights ever. My very blood was freezing as I danced as a gypsy, singing to the fire. "Fire burn, fire grow, teach me all I need to know." With my Tambourine, I danced. it was enjoyable, but I was cold, so very cold. "Yellow flame, flame of fire, tell me all that I desire."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My small chants helped, as I was turned into Madame Kadanza, telling the future to one and all.  I used my cards to answer any question that people may of have. I had to remind some people that I was not liable for my fortunes. I had simple questions like "Will I be rich?" and "What will my husband be like?" to more complicated ones like "When will we get engaged?" to "Will we like the new dog?" My saying through it all was "The cards know everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SPJ5STYvtlI/AAAAAAAAAGU/RUBJ5tqjXbg/s1600-h/Spook+Alley+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SPJ5STYvtlI/AAAAAAAAAGU/RUBJ5tqjXbg/s320/Spook+Alley+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256397070443460178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Johnson Spook Alley happens every year and every year I am to much of a wimp to go through it. I was very glad when invited to help with it this year. This years theme was "Witch Hunt" My dear friend Kayla, Stephanie, and Maria were the 3 witches from Hocus Pocus. It was a blast. If you have any questions, fill free to ask me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SPJ5Smaa6rI/AAAAAAAAAGc/D-IAc5Lb1Gc/s1600-h/Spook+Alley+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SPJ5Smaa6rI/AAAAAAAAAGc/D-IAc5Lb1Gc/s320/Spook+Alley+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256397075550759602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (LEFT to RIGHT: Steph, Kayla, Maria)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                             ♥/Teagan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS: Yes, I am still talking with the wonderful, beautiful, completely mine, HIM)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156358209099223938-1934009088987187940?l=the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/feeds/1934009088987187940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156358209099223938&amp;postID=1934009088987187940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/1934009088987187940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/1934009088987187940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/2008/10/night-i-was-gypsy.html' title='The Night I Was A Gypsy'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356327425446967611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu-TkjYFc3k/TiWJmvxwywI/AAAAAAAAAt4/WeQ5nyiL3Ag/s220/086%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SPJ5rIXOCKI/AAAAAAAAAGk/wyY-W9B1d0g/s72-c/Spook+Alley+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156358209099223938.post-4872280715779295434</id><published>2008-10-09T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T18:57:10.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Sock Day</title><content type='html'>So, as part of red ribbon week, today was CRAZY SOCK DAY. To, you know, sock it to drugs. I took my camera (which I found in my closet, btw) and took some picture for your odd yet somewhat enjoyable entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SO6MkqfVw9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/l0Rdif-yigc/s1600-h/School+and+Such+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SO6MkqfVw9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/l0Rdif-yigc/s320/School+and+Such+037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255292376696865746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                               &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those are my socks of doom. Reminds some of the Wicked Witch of The East. But really, I'm just showing off my Murray Pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SO6M9bQNRhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_h_fUNmIxjE/s1600-h/School+and+Such+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SO6M9bQNRhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_h_fUNmIxjE/s320/School+and+Such+036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255292802103592466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Kylee. Eating a doughnut. Woo. It looked yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SO6NhsZVSHI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2VmB3N0cxQ4/s1600-h/School+and+Such+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SO6NhsZVSHI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2VmB3N0cxQ4/s320/School+and+Such+038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255293425180559474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is Jeana, from above! You can KINDA see her crazy socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SO6OxhenvbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/O-54Vcp4Tu8/s1600-h/School+and+Such+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SO6OxhenvbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/O-54Vcp4Tu8/s320/School+and+Such+039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255294796639485362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is Kayla dearest. Ain't it lovely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SO6id1_ts3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/lY50UrOzsq0/s1600-h/School+and+Such+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SO6id1_ts3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/lY50UrOzsq0/s320/School+and+Such+040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255316448782168946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our dear Analee. Pretty as can be. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; So as far as crazy socks go, my day was full. Full of the joy that colorful socks bring us. Don't you just feel warm and fuzzy when you see those vibrant colors? Anywho, moving on. So we have this door competition, you see. And so I, being in Trotter's class, went full out with them. I totally have pictures for you to check out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SO6lqEEmBCI/AAAAAAAAAFE/wkm2pCj_cWw/s1600-h/School+and+Such+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SO6lqEEmBCI/AAAAAAAAAFE/wkm2pCj_cWw/s320/School+and+Such+041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255319957254046754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So these are the AMAZING curtains that I made all by myself. I am very very proud of myself. All it took was scissors, paper and rubber cement. Who knew I could be so creative?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SO6lqGdBFeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/05AHos2y2pU/s1600-h/School+and+Such+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SO6lqGdBFeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/05AHos2y2pU/s320/School+and+Such+044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255319957893354978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mastermind, Mrs. Trotter. My lovely and wondrous French teacher. I was talking to her the other day and I found out somethings about her. She has 3 children (I think) and is divorced. I always wondered why she never spoke of her husband. Something else that happened to day was that Trotter wore pants! That is like, totally epic. She NEVER wears pants. Always skirts. ALWAYS. So it was a little freaky and odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SO6lqA_kZeI/AAAAAAAAAFM/MWNyy2rv-j4/s1600-h/School+and+Such+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SO6lqA_kZeI/AAAAAAAAAFM/MWNyy2rv-j4/s320/School+and+Such+046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255319956427662818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our phantom. DUN DUN DUN!! Kudos to anyone who knows what actor's cardboard cut out that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SO6lqQ0LsRI/AAAAAAAAAFc/OqxZcrwNsdo/s1600-h/School+and+Such+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SO6lqQ0LsRI/AAAAAAAAAFc/OqxZcrwNsdo/s320/School+and+Such+047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255319960674873618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The door completed. Alashtay and Rachel were the one who drew the people. The 3 of us were on the artistic door commitee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SO6lqYlYcBI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ucxddn01ITc/s1600-h/School+and+Such+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SO6lqYlYcBI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ucxddn01ITc/s320/School+and+Such+048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255319962760278034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The phantom and I! Aren't we adorable? I think he likes me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...that was fun. We had everything decked out. Lots and lots and lots of just crazy things. it was hectic. I was not happy with people walking over everything Alashtay, Rachel and I were doing. It was enraging, I tell you! Over and over they walk over my things, it was HORRIBLE!! Moving on, we had more to our decked out door. There was a chandelier, papers hung up...but let me show you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SO6zR7N62UI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Yhx6cmdo3MM/s1600-h/School+and+Such+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SO6zR7N62UI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Yhx6cmdo3MM/s320/School+and+Such+051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255334935723170114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vola! A chandeler! See the rat? that is the Phantom of Ratness. I think it's cute, really. Almost as cute as HIM. *sigh* Yes, the him who I texted and like and am with and such...but I shant say anything else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SO6zRzxvWmI/AAAAAAAAAF0/LP78asy-ayw/s1600-h/School+and+Such+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SO6zRzxvWmI/AAAAAAAAAF0/LP78asy-ayw/s320/School+and+Such+049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255334933725928034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The papers of doom. And I quote "Don't mask your addictions! Get help!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put it together and what do you get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SO6zR0fOY9I/AAAAAAAAAF8/YnFunO7fW-U/s1600-h/School+and+Such+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SO6zR0fOY9I/AAAAAAAAAF8/YnFunO7fW-U/s320/School+and+Such+052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255334933916705746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bibbidi Bobbidi Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing about our fog machine... it kinda sorta set off the fire alarm. That's right folks! An over abundance of sevies pushing the "fog" button WILL creating another smoke to set off the fire alarm! Who would've thunk? If it wasn't for that, we would've won, for sure! We got 3rd. Hey! Not our fault the fire alarm is stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SO61mcsxLWI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Mr6cEyGB6pc/s1600-h/School+and+Such+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SO61mcsxLWI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Mr6cEyGB6pc/s320/School+and+Such+053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255337487331568994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SO61maI4DUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/190bx3c9Idg/s1600-h/School+and+Such+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SO61maI4DUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/190bx3c9Idg/s320/School+and+Such+054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255337486644153666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok, so now I'm ALMOST done with this entry. phew, this is taking forever. I have an overabundance of pictures. YAY! Anywho, I went to the shafers to ask about a movie and they let me eat roasted marshmellows! It rocked my crazy socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat you veggies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥/Teagan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SO6MMR1XyuI/AAAAAAAAAEU/nlF3b_pc3mk/s1600-h/School+and+Such+037.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156358209099223938-4872280715779295434?l=the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/feeds/4872280715779295434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156358209099223938&amp;postID=4872280715779295434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/4872280715779295434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/4872280715779295434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/2008/10/crazy-sock-day.html' title='Crazy Sock Day'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356327425446967611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu-TkjYFc3k/TiWJmvxwywI/AAAAAAAAAt4/WeQ5nyiL3Ag/s220/086%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SO6MkqfVw9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/l0Rdif-yigc/s72-c/School+and+Such+037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156358209099223938.post-3350066812623875396</id><published>2008-10-08T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:33:11.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl With The Actress Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SO1ACt31tcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/dPDt9GUsQMw/s1600-h/171701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SO1ACt31tcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/dPDt9GUsQMw/s320/171701.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254926755628955074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I was sitting alone at a table. Sitting, just merely sitting, minding my own business, finishing off my friends pizza because she didn't wish too. Then suddenly, in sits random popular (and perhaps rude. I do not know him well.) eigth grade boy, who sat across from me and started talking. I can't even remember what he said. He asked my name and then made sure he was saying it correctly. and then he said "Your hair makes you looks like an actress." And thanked him and he left. I whispered to myself "I am an actress."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;People say they like my hair. But is it true? I have never found my hair particularly special compared to everyone else. i mean, just look at me. Average. Normal. Complete. Yet, everyone knows I'm not normal. i am not average. I hope that I will not be labeled as so. My favorite quote from rachels challenge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I WILL NOT BE LABELED AS AVERAGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I will not. I am not average. I am not going to continue, as it will sound as if I was tooting my own horn, so to speak. &lt;/span&gt;Red Ribbon Week seems to be going well. I have not participated in all 3 days activities but I have been work on Mrs. Trotter's (My French 2 AND 2nd period teacher) door so that we may have a glorious win. I wish I could find my camera, so that I could show you the paper curtains I put. I think they look nice. Hopefuly, I will find it ( my camera )tonight and be able to take a picture of out wonderful door tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥/Teagan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156358209099223938-3350066812623875396?l=the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/feeds/3350066812623875396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156358209099223938&amp;postID=3350066812623875396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/3350066812623875396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/3350066812623875396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/2008/10/girl-with-actress-hair.html' title='The Girl With The Actress Hair'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356327425446967611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu-TkjYFc3k/TiWJmvxwywI/AAAAAAAAAt4/WeQ5nyiL3Ag/s220/086%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Sdbe3TF18g/SO1ACt31tcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/dPDt9GUsQMw/s72-c/171701.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156358209099223938.post-5807301921676091914</id><published>2008-10-07T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:41:58.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sky</title><content type='html'>Have you ever looks at the sky and thought? I'm sure you have. If you just sit there and stare and stare and stare and think, your heart beating in your ear, your lips curving into a smile I'm sure you'll know. The sky is like a hug. It curves around the world you see, and never lets go, no matter where you are. It curves around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to figure that there is a lot of light blue in the world. After all, that is the one the sky reflects. It must be from the ocean. How weird would it be to have a brown sky? I suppose we would be used to it, if that's how it was forever, but if suddenly the world had become so brown that even our sky was turning that color. It would be freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you everything. If only you, my blog, was more like a journal. Secretive, and resign. If only. But this is my statement to the world and there are some things that I am not ready to share to the world yet. Where I am, who I'm with, what I'm doing...it's just to risky. So, instead I turn to my thoughts. If you think about it, pure thought is a strong force of energy. It is strong. You think things before you do them. Even if you don't think about them very long before you do them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell if the TV is on, without looking at it? It seems to admit a high pitched sound. I heard a rumor that only those 35 and younger could hear it. Once last year, a boy had the high as his beeper, so teachers couldn't hear it. Would help if some of our teachers weren't so young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which some how reminds me of something else. I was standing in line with Chelsea Pexton (the Al E Carte line) and she saw these two sitting next to each other (Deven and Tyler). So she says "Awwww, what a cute couple!" Being dead serious. I laughed so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter is so relieveing. It is good to get a good laugh off your chest. I have been told that i get things. I know when someone is being funny and telling a joke. So usually I'm the only one who laughs at the teachers jokes. Mr. E said I get stuff. I was usually the only one to laugh. Mr. bemis says funny things all the time. I giggle and he seems happy to have one that actually understands his jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has your heart fluttered? Mine has. Whenever he texts me. I can't help it. My heart flutters. I only knew him for a week and yet I liked him. But now I have another someone to make me flutter with happy joy. Few know of him. I hope they keep there happy little mouths shut, or else I shall never tell them anything ever EVER again. If I tell you, please don't tell people. I don't know how my parents will react yet, so therefore I shant tell them. Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the point of why I wish this was more like a journal. I don't want to tell you everything. Actually, I DO want to tell you everything but again, it's too risky. It wouldn't be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that is all i have to say for now. Thoughts on a page. A singular page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet that isn't it. I have had 2 other blogs and those have not turned out so well. So I hope that this could be the one. the one that people read, so I don't feel as if I'm writing this just for boredom. Trust me, there are other things I could be doing now. Which reminds me that i should talk to Kayla. She will want to know EVERYTHING. Should I tell her? She wants to know. Do I trust her? I so want to. She's my best friend. Do I want to tell her? That is a mystery at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥/Teagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156358209099223938-5807301921676091914?l=the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/feeds/5807301921676091914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156358209099223938&amp;postID=5807301921676091914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/5807301921676091914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156358209099223938/posts/default/5807301921676091914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-freak-so-sheek.blogspot.com/2008/10/sky.html' title='The Sky'/><author><name>Teagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10356327425446967611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu-TkjYFc3k/TiWJmvxwywI/AAAAAAAAAt4/WeQ5nyiL3Ag/s220/086%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
