<?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-8058053251876478140</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:45:33.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day Dreamer</title><subtitle type='html'>taking life to its limit</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Time With Boona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665665129584963152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SzjYSvufMfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CAaKshg31ss/S220/bjcc+094.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058053251876478140.post-2535474641779285310</id><published>2008-09-30T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T08:32:50.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new people. new places.  More drama but i am more then ready to take on the world. All by my self. I'm ready I think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058053251876478140-2535474641779285310?l=boona10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/feeds/2535474641779285310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8058053251876478140&amp;postID=2535474641779285310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/2535474641779285310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/2535474641779285310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Time With Boona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665665129584963152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SzjYSvufMfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CAaKshg31ss/S220/bjcc+094.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058053251876478140.post-8500719567639175830</id><published>2008-09-26T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T08:59:30.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new friend</title><content type='html'>I have a new friend and he is sweet kind and funny and such a gentleman. we talk on the phone for hours at a time some time we fall a sleep on the phone together but i really like his guy and his in the army and he just can light up a room just buy what he says man his is something amazing my mom likes him my day doesn't care but he likes him just course his in the army but i just like him for being himself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058053251876478140-8500719567639175830?l=boona10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/feeds/8500719567639175830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8058053251876478140&amp;postID=8500719567639175830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/8500719567639175830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/8500719567639175830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-friend.html' title='new friend'/><author><name>Time With Boona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665665129584963152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SzjYSvufMfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CAaKshg31ss/S220/bjcc+094.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058053251876478140.post-4559423506361379398</id><published>2008-09-16T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T09:09:33.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>morning madness</title><content type='html'>This morning my cousin had her baby girl she weights 7lb. and 6oz. and 16inch long. she is truly beautiful .My cousin mother wouldn't hold the baby but she is now and don't want to let her go. My cousin and her baby's father don't get a long for anything, but he loves his baby girl and love my cousin for his baby girl she gave birth to this morning. On the other hand i woke up late mess the bus and first period and most of second, but I'm tied and hunger and just trying to make it though the day. I made it to the class I love the most 5Th period with Ms.AL and my peps. Can you dig it!!!lol (insider 5Th period.) The day will go on and it will in away get better if you no what i mean. this is &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;J.T.&lt;/span&gt; out on boonalo reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and have good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058053251876478140-4559423506361379398?l=boona10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/feeds/4559423506361379398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8058053251876478140&amp;postID=4559423506361379398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/4559423506361379398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/4559423506361379398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/2008/09/morning-madness.html' title='morning madness'/><author><name>Time With Boona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665665129584963152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SzjYSvufMfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CAaKshg31ss/S220/bjcc+094.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058053251876478140.post-4371682609433528551</id><published>2008-07-21T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T07:47:18.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>words for my mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SIShNuI1C9I/AAAAAAAAADY/9w-E1_BgJVc/s1600-h/l_3fe07a3cb381c1e7a5dfa5d2ce16c634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225478724752051154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SIShNuI1C9I/AAAAAAAAADY/9w-E1_BgJVc/s320/l_3fe07a3cb381c1e7a5dfa5d2ce16c634.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama I know I get on your nerves sometimes as the person you made me. Stronger than most teens you see today. I have no children I have never been to jail. I may do some dumb stuff but it’s nothing you aint all ready heard. Just wanting to let you know how much I love, respect, and try to hold onto you. You are the rock that holds us down from scraped knees to broken hearts you are the one. Still no mater what you do you always have the plan when times get rough. Because you faith in god is so strong you make me have faith in god and whatever I archive and in all my goals. Nobody knows gods plan for me and you but I love god and then I love you but most of all you taught me how to love myself and gods love for me shines throw you. If nobody ever tells you before you go to heaven I love you though my soul. I LOVE YOU MOMMY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058053251876478140-4371682609433528551?l=boona10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/feeds/4371682609433528551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8058053251876478140&amp;postID=4371682609433528551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/4371682609433528551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/4371682609433528551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/2008/07/words-for-my-mother.html' title='words for my mother'/><author><name>Time With Boona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665665129584963152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SzjYSvufMfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CAaKshg31ss/S220/bjcc+094.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SIShNuI1C9I/AAAAAAAAADY/9w-E1_BgJVc/s72-c/l_3fe07a3cb381c1e7a5dfa5d2ce16c634.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058053251876478140.post-415271823404760505</id><published>2008-06-16T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T09:02:16.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heavy heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SMFYAYvRFLI/AAAAAAAAADo/I8DLCLdrZt4/s1600-h/breaking_hearts_by_ithildin_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242568204899914930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SMFYAYvRFLI/AAAAAAAAADo/I8DLCLdrZt4/s320/breaking_hearts_by_ithildin_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i carry an heavy heart fie this guy that i care so much a bot but his crazy life is make in me sick by the day i try to tell him to com it down its not good for you stop your going to in up in jail or worst die he doesn't listening but a few mouths go by and his son is born i was trying to leave the crazy life alone and it took in from is son for life the only way the son see him is though a glass window &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lies there a broken heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058053251876478140-415271823404760505?l=boona10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/feeds/415271823404760505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8058053251876478140&amp;postID=415271823404760505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/415271823404760505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/415271823404760505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/2008/06/heavy-heart.html' title='heavy heart'/><author><name>Time With Boona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665665129584963152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SzjYSvufMfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CAaKshg31ss/S220/bjcc+094.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SMFYAYvRFLI/AAAAAAAAADo/I8DLCLdrZt4/s72-c/breaking_hearts_by_ithildin_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058053251876478140.post-6335751075560221984</id><published>2008-05-21T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T07:37:45.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IN YOUR WILDEST DREAMS</title><content type='html'>In your wildest dreams you could never see what I see it would have you wake up screaming to the top or you lounges it with creep you out. In you wildest dreamers you could fly to the moon but in my dreams the moon lands on top of me the world is crushing my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shelters&lt;/span&gt; I'm kicking and screaming for help but no one come and I an soon a loud noses a wakes me its my alarm clock time for school&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058053251876478140-6335751075560221984?l=boona10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/feeds/6335751075560221984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8058053251876478140&amp;postID=6335751075560221984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/6335751075560221984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/6335751075560221984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-your-wildest-dreams.html' title='IN YOUR WILDEST DREAMS'/><author><name>Time With Boona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665665129584963152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SzjYSvufMfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CAaKshg31ss/S220/bjcc+094.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058053251876478140.post-4913850410678025940</id><published>2008-05-20T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T07:19:52.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>loving some one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SDPC1xWVy7I/AAAAAAAAACw/j0otUMtzCek/s1600-h/1broen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202716223578950578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SDPC1xWVy7I/AAAAAAAAACw/j0otUMtzCek/s320/1broen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;what do you do when you love someone and you don't know if they still love you back and what kind or they still love you the same way you love then or if they love you cousin more then you or if they still want you. I love someone with my soul and I want to no does he still love me the way I love him i forgave him and all in between I love him so much I want to feel his embrace and me sleeping in his arms and him holding me when my days gone all wrong and he way he looks at me when he See's me I really never know what i had tell i mess up and I want him back in my life but my cuzo Brock my promise and seeped with him and it just hurts so much just knowing that I want to just sit in my room and down some liquor bottles and i have hit rock bottom over him I just want him back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058053251876478140-4913850410678025940?l=boona10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/feeds/4913850410678025940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8058053251876478140&amp;postID=4913850410678025940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/4913850410678025940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/4913850410678025940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/2008/05/loving-some-one.html' title='loving some one'/><author><name>Time With Boona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665665129584963152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SzjYSvufMfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CAaKshg31ss/S220/bjcc+094.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SDPC1xWVy7I/AAAAAAAAACw/j0otUMtzCek/s72-c/1broen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058053251876478140.post-9152637169354409173</id><published>2008-05-16T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T07:15:26.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My happiest memory in high school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SDQuahWVy-I/AAAAAAAAADI/3NFgm_cTJc4/s1600-h/class"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202834502683315170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SDQuahWVy-I/AAAAAAAAADI/3NFgm_cTJc4/s320/class" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I still love my old school. I had a lot of happy memory at my new school. I love my seventh period and all my new friends. Every body I have come in contact with loves how I am and who I am. I love my new school because the people here don't carry how you look they want to no how you are. They have some how want looks and some who are fake but most of all there good people and I sat and had a long time to think a bout this and I have to many favorite one so I wrote what makes me happy about my school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058053251876478140-9152637169354409173?l=boona10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/feeds/9152637169354409173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8058053251876478140&amp;postID=9152637169354409173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/9152637169354409173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/9152637169354409173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-happiest-memory-in-high-school.html' title='My happiest memory in high school'/><author><name>Time With Boona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665665129584963152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SzjYSvufMfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CAaKshg31ss/S220/bjcc+094.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SDQuahWVy-I/AAAAAAAAADI/3NFgm_cTJc4/s72-c/class' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058053251876478140.post-705937562034930615</id><published>2008-05-14T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T06:54:33.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My saddest memory in high school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SCx5bxWVy6I/AAAAAAAAACo/KKrvHUxsuHE/s1600-h/Joanie--Brooke---Nicole-america-27s-next-top-model-234060_500_375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200665187716549538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SCx5bxWVy6I/AAAAAAAAACo/KKrvHUxsuHE/s320/Joanie--Brooke---Nicole-america-27s-next-top-model-234060_500_375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I had a Lot of fun this year there still was a time that was keeped to my self . found out that some one I had a crush on was dating a friend of mine, and I was filled with anger and sadness. That I just had to cry and I set in the bath room and cryed my eyes out. He choose her over me and she is not that good looking. Now he regrets it and want to date me. But I still stand strong and hold my Gerard up but I still like him a hole lot more then did before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058053251876478140-705937562034930615?l=boona10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/feeds/705937562034930615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8058053251876478140&amp;postID=705937562034930615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/705937562034930615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/705937562034930615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-saddest-memory-in-high-school.html' title='My saddest memory in high school'/><author><name>Time With Boona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665665129584963152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SzjYSvufMfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CAaKshg31ss/S220/bjcc+094.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SCx5bxWVy6I/AAAAAAAAACo/KKrvHUxsuHE/s72-c/Joanie--Brooke---Nicole-america-27s-next-top-model-234060_500_375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058053251876478140.post-2654026280090681367</id><published>2008-05-14T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T07:13:26.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my faver closes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SDQt-hWVy9I/AAAAAAAAADA/R0VchmhXvds/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202834021646978002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SDQt-hWVy9I/AAAAAAAAADA/R0VchmhXvds/s320/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SDQtnBWVy8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Zldc8oVDiO0/s1600-h/apple"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202833617920052162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SDQtnBWVy8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Zldc8oVDiO0/s320/apple" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite kind of close are apple bottom and baby phat. the clothing line is mostly meant for the lady's with a little more the others in the trunk and it is very countable and they look great on me . Baby phat is the classes yet street trendy for the young lady's and as not as explicit as other jeans. these jeans are not as expensive as others but are just as trendy as others.the other jeans apple bottom are not as classes but not trashy more on the sexy side for party and going to the mall and there mint for the big booty people the awesome i have a pair on right now. &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/8058053251876478140-2654026280090681367?l=boona10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/feeds/2654026280090681367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8058053251876478140&amp;postID=2654026280090681367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/2654026280090681367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/2654026280090681367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-faver-closes.html' title='my faver closes'/><author><name>Time With Boona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665665129584963152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SzjYSvufMfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CAaKshg31ss/S220/bjcc+094.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SDQt-hWVy9I/AAAAAAAAADA/R0VchmhXvds/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058053251876478140.post-3537890257043819270</id><published>2008-05-09T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T10:57:25.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Person Who Made the Biggest Difference To Me in school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SCnWAhWVy5I/AAAAAAAAACg/h8cNxop5_HY/s1600-h/roses_450x479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199922549216365458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SCnWAhWVy5I/AAAAAAAAACg/h8cNxop5_HY/s320/roses_450x479.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are a great deal of people who mad a big difference in my life and the one who truly made a big difference is my teacher Ms. AL. she showed me there are still teacher at still care. That want to see you do something. want to say that I helped get them there and watch you grow as a person. Does not want to say good bye. Its is hared to watch something you helped give to there foundation like you own child.She is truly like and at school mom and make share you have all your work tuned in and get mad when you don't do it. THANK YOU MS.AL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058053251876478140-3537890257043819270?l=boona10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/feeds/3537890257043819270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8058053251876478140&amp;postID=3537890257043819270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/3537890257043819270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/3537890257043819270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/2008/05/person-who-made-biggest-difference-to.html' title='The Person Who Made the Biggest Difference To Me in school'/><author><name>Time With Boona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665665129584963152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SzjYSvufMfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CAaKshg31ss/S220/bjcc+094.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SCnWAhWVy5I/AAAAAAAAACg/h8cNxop5_HY/s72-c/roses_450x479.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058053251876478140.post-8184021423164676430</id><published>2008-05-08T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T11:00:59.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I spent my time away from school</title><content type='html'>when Im not at school I am normly fond out side. At a friends house my time is spent doing what I want to do. No questions asked and I go and come as I please if my mama does not need me to do something for her . I like to do what I want to do and Im a weekend girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORGAN: UH UH MORGAN SMITH YEA (YEA) UHTWO THOUSAND AND FOUR UH HUH IMMA SHOW YAHOW DIS IS GONNA PUT IT DOWN I STEPPEEDOUT DA CLASS LOUIE BAG CLENCHED AT MYSKIRT PLUS A VON DUTCH HAT CUZ IT WORKS ITELL THEM LIFE IS LOVE, ENVY AND BEAUTIFULITS ONE OF ITS PERKS IM 16 BUT I DONE PUTIN WORK AND THOUGH FOR REAL IT SEEMS LIKELAST YEAR YOU WAS HATIN THE GIRL, BUT NOWITS MY TIME SO MAKE WAY FOR UR GIRL GET ONMY KNEES TONIGHT THANK GOD EVERYDAY FORTHIS WORLD I GOT THEM THUG DUDES SAYIN IMTHEYRE (THERIL [ SP? ] ) YET I STILL BRING ITTO MY BOY SHOOT WE RUN &amp;amp; CREEP SNEAKININ PAST CURFEW 2 MINUTES LATE AND 2 ALL MYGIRLS ALL AROUND THE WORLD IM GETTINDIAMONDS AND PEARLS JUST RIDE DOWN ON THEWEEKEND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend Girlmonday, tuesday, wensday, thursday,friday, saterday, sunday, i gatta get backto the day of mondayYou know i`m just a Weekend girlmonday, tuesday, wensday, thursday,friday, saterday, sunday, i gatta get backto the day of mondayI Cant wait until theweekend girlmonday, tuesday, wensday, thursday,friday, saterday, sunday, i gatta get backto the day of mondayUh Huh, ride out on theWeekend girlmonday, tuesday, wensday, thursday,friday, saterday, sunday, i gatta get backto the day of monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday till fridayyou know that i stay in the classroomthinking about things that i did last chubut yo i gatta stay foccused cuz every little dudeyo i got them straight up in*something*The way that i`m rollingI got everybody approching wonderin how i keep it in motionBut i`m still coasting Fronting likeYou ain't notice me and SerenaChillin At the Us openOhIts fridayi`m setting the players now to hit the mallbuy it all headed straight to my mans housei know he stressing outhe wanna see his girlbut its good cuz he knows that i`m a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend Girlmonday, tuesday, wensday, thursday,friday, saterday, sunday, i gatta get backto the day of mondayYou know i`m just a Weekend girlmonday, tuesday, wensday, thursday,friday, saterday, sunday, i gatta get backto the day of mondayI Cant wait until theweekend girlmonday, tuesday, wensday, thursday,friday, saterday, sunday, i gatta get backto the day of mondayUh Huh, ride out on theWeekend girlmonday, tuesday, wensday, thursday,friday, saterday, sunday, i gatta get backto the day of monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, and last but not least*something i think..* Simple Boyyou the reasnonthese chicks be seenTryin get even soi know in the back of my mindits no bressinfor me to wile out and say i`m leavinand if i do its only for the weekendonly for the momentPromise theres no cheatingjust me and you taking over the gameyou hold me down i`ma do you the samei aint new to this thangi`m just trying to make it last foreverhand in handgrinding getting *Something* togetherlets do it boyroll with mebonnie and clidebut we aint hov &amp;amp; bweekend girlHollamonday, tuesday, wensday, thursday,friday, saterday, sunday, i gatta get backto the day of mondayYou know i`m just aWeekend girlmonday, tuesday, wensday, thursday,friday, saterday, sunday, i gatta get backto the day of mondayyeah, I Cant wait until theweekend girlmonday, tuesday, wensday, thursday,friday, saterday, sunday, i gatta get backto the day of mondayUh Huh, ride out on the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan SmithYeahWeekend girlUrban wonderweekend girlYou know i`m just aWeekend girlmonday, tuesday, wensday, thursday,friday, saterday, sunday, i gatta get backto the day of mondayyeah, I Cant wait until theweekend girlmonday, tuesday, wensday, thursday,friday, saterday, sunday, i gatta get backto the day of mondayUh Huh, ride out on theWeekend girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058053251876478140-8184021423164676430?l=boona10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/feeds/8184021423164676430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8058053251876478140&amp;postID=8184021423164676430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/8184021423164676430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/8184021423164676430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-i-spent-my-time-away-from-school.html' title='How I spent my time away from school'/><author><name>Time With Boona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665665129584963152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SzjYSvufMfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CAaKshg31ss/S220/bjcc+094.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058053251876478140.post-5094679635706543676</id><published>2008-05-07T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T07:16:40.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>frends</title><content type='html'>Every now and then I get a little crazy&lt;br /&gt;That's not the way it's supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes my vision is a little hazy&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell who I should trust or just who I let trust me (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People try to say I act a little funny&lt;br /&gt;But that's just a figure of speech to me&lt;br /&gt;They tell me I changed because I got money&lt;br /&gt;But if you were there before then you're still down with me&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;What about your friends&lt;br /&gt;Will they let you down again&lt;br /&gt;What about your friends are they gonna be low down&lt;br /&gt;Will they ever be around or will they turn their backs on you&lt;br /&gt;Well is it me or can it be I'm a little too&lt;br /&gt;Friendly so to speak hypothetically&lt;br /&gt;Say I supply creativity to what others&lt;br /&gt;Must take as a form of self-hate&lt;br /&gt;Only to make an enemy&lt;br /&gt;Which results in unfortunate destiny&lt;br /&gt;They dog me out then be next to me&lt;br /&gt;Just cause I am what some choose to envy&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then I get a little easy&lt;br /&gt;I let a lot of people depend on me&lt;br /&gt;I never though they would ever deceive me&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know when times got rough I was standing on my own&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let another get that closet to me&lt;br /&gt;You see I've grown a lot smarter now&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have to choose and then you'll see&lt;br /&gt;If your friends is true they'll be there with you Through the thick and thin[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Yo is it me, is it me or can it be I am a little too friendly&lt;br /&gt;So to speak hypothetically'&lt;br /&gt;Cause I supply creativity to what others&lt;br /&gt;Must take as a form of self-hate Only to make an enemy&lt;br /&gt;Which results in unfortunate destiny&lt;br /&gt;They dog me out then be next to me&lt;br /&gt;Just cause I am what some choose to envy&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;People say I act a little funny&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't change not for no money&lt;br /&gt;I'll be a friend as long as you're a friend to me (yeah, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Even though I might seem easy&lt;br /&gt;It don't give you no cause to deceive me&lt;br /&gt;It's not the way that I want my friends to ever be&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al the people I call Friends have tuned on me and I have never really been able to trust any one like i want to. I really want to be able to trust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058053251876478140-5094679635706543676?l=boona10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/feeds/5094679635706543676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8058053251876478140&amp;postID=5094679635706543676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/5094679635706543676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/5094679635706543676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/2008/05/frends.html' title='frends'/><author><name>Time With Boona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665665129584963152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SzjYSvufMfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CAaKshg31ss/S220/bjcc+094.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058053251876478140.post-7073979564416513831</id><published>2008-05-06T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T10:26:06.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some days i fell like I'm on top of the would, and others I fell like I just done matter, but today when I woke up the world was siting on top of me and it just wont get off of me. Me fell sad and left all alone and no body's there."Hello is anybody there"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058053251876478140-7073979564416513831?l=boona10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/feeds/7073979564416513831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8058053251876478140&amp;postID=7073979564416513831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/7073979564416513831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/7073979564416513831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/2008/05/some-days-i-fell-like-im-on-top-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Time With Boona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665665129584963152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SzjYSvufMfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CAaKshg31ss/S220/bjcc+094.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058053251876478140.post-1391337132115079102</id><published>2008-05-05T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T07:18:08.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The person that has influenced me is my mama because she has been though a lot in the last 18 years behind me. she was the cheerleader and and the pick up and drop off. the calm and cool and the hell raiser my every thing. my mama has done so much and gone so fair for me at time i just want to cry for her because she is so strong and beautiful my mama is the only true number one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mama is my hero every day she is the meanse the world to me. like the time i toke the blame for someing and didnt do it and there is time were i do wrong and she doesnt tell me dad. my mom is a very fair person and she is fair with ever one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although just about ever teen has there preant as a cheerleader&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058053251876478140-1391337132115079102?l=boona10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/feeds/1391337132115079102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8058053251876478140&amp;postID=1391337132115079102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/1391337132115079102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/1391337132115079102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/2008/05/person-that-has-influenced-me-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Time With Boona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665665129584963152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SzjYSvufMfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CAaKshg31ss/S220/bjcc+094.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058053251876478140.post-5628368106542356441</id><published>2008-04-25T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T10:50:17.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thinking Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There is a place were I go to think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is a spa of its ours because I can sit and glance at myself and play in the water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I go there when I need time to myself to recenter and find myself when needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then I can be free and stay in my birthday suit and just lie in the tub and be left alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There is a place were I can stretch my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It allows me to be creative because I can open my mind and, let my mind go wild, and take me exotic places. I go to this place when I need a friend. when its quiet and clean I travel to places I've never seen. If only if only you could see the things I dream, you would love you bathroom too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058053251876478140-5628368106542356441?l=boona10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/feeds/5628368106542356441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8058053251876478140&amp;postID=5628368106542356441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/5628368106542356441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/5628368106542356441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-thinking-place.html' title='My Thinking Place'/><author><name>Time With Boona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665665129584963152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SzjYSvufMfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CAaKshg31ss/S220/bjcc+094.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058053251876478140.post-5579932492142523768</id><published>2008-04-24T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T11:08:24.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rose that Grew from Concrete by tupuc</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? Proving nature's law is wrong it learned to walk with out having feet. Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams,it learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from concretewhen no one else ever cared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058053251876478140-5579932492142523768?l=boona10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/feeds/5579932492142523768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8058053251876478140&amp;postID=5579932492142523768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/5579932492142523768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/5579932492142523768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/2008/04/rose-that-grew-from-concrete-by-tupuc.html' title='The Rose that Grew from Concrete by tupuc'/><author><name>Time With Boona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665665129584963152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SzjYSvufMfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CAaKshg31ss/S220/bjcc+094.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058053251876478140.post-2473527798102349692</id><published>2008-04-14T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T10:53:39.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in School</title><content type='html'>Im back in school to day and i dont want to be here and can wait to get to seventh period but i can wat a few more hours i guess. I loved spring brake it was funn sitin at home doing nothing and eating watching tv and moving frome one house to an other .my new home is great and it was a hard move and then my grand mother got sick and my mom left a hole week and my daddy was with us and daddy it easy going he just wanted the house to stay clean and the portch and deck strept and sanded and stand and siled but it was funn we had five sanders and a hole bunch of help but i had fun moving i just can wait for seventh period to tell everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058053251876478140-2473527798102349692?l=boona10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/feeds/2473527798102349692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8058053251876478140&amp;postID=2473527798102349692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/2473527798102349692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/2473527798102349692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/2008/04/back-in-school.html' title='Back in School'/><author><name>Time With Boona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665665129584963152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SzjYSvufMfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CAaKshg31ss/S220/bjcc+094.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058053251876478140.post-5016793104794125493</id><published>2008-03-26T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T11:06:23.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today at School</title><content type='html'>Today at school i had a fair day it was kind of boring and i didnt n what to do with my self to day and it was ok becouse i have good  teacher and friends some dys i juat want to talk to my eachers and others my riends at scool and whn my buddy make me mad then i talk to my good friend ty and she is a big help we are around the same ae but she is slitly younger but it is all good oh and i was just very  up set  with ever body to day and a lot of people were acting lik little kids to day and it just got on my last never&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058053251876478140-5016793104794125493?l=boona10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/feeds/5016793104794125493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8058053251876478140&amp;postID=5016793104794125493' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/5016793104794125493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/5016793104794125493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/2008/03/today-at-school.html' title='Today at School'/><author><name>Time With Boona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665665129584963152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SzjYSvufMfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CAaKshg31ss/S220/bjcc+094.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058053251876478140.post-2569319772234087075</id><published>2008-03-25T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T11:10:26.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Seventh Period Class of The Day</title><content type='html'>I love my last class ofthe day. Everybody is just cool in there own way, and I love that about my class. Of course we talk and get off task, but be for the bell rings we have it all done.  My favorit techer Mrs. Al she is just as funny as ever one elso, and Ant is just crazy, and Ty is the book warm, and Mike is the doodle bug, and Dareis is the jock, and Jamaica is the layed back one, and Malcom is the broherly love one, and Nat is the chater box, and me im the big sister in the class, but I love my class we are not like any other class we are a family and we all love each other no matter what.  Im happy that I end the day in a class like this one some are not as lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058053251876478140-2569319772234087075?l=boona10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/feeds/2569319772234087075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8058053251876478140&amp;postID=2569319772234087075' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/2569319772234087075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/2569319772234087075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-seventh-period-class-of-day.html' title='My Seventh Period Class of The Day'/><author><name>Time With Boona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665665129584963152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SzjYSvufMfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CAaKshg31ss/S220/bjcc+094.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058053251876478140.post-5795039451316317984</id><published>2008-03-25T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T10:53:41.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Five Great Things in My Day</title><content type='html'>My whole day has been blessed.&lt;br /&gt;The first thing is I woke up happy,&lt;br /&gt;Two I seen every body that loves me,&lt;br /&gt;Three I got a hug from Mrs. al,&lt;br /&gt;Four I sang in class to day,&lt;br /&gt;Five I love every body in my seventh preiod class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058053251876478140-5795039451316317984?l=boona10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/feeds/5795039451316317984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8058053251876478140&amp;postID=5795039451316317984' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/5795039451316317984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/5795039451316317984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/2008/03/five-great-things-in-my-day.html' title='The Five Great Things in My Day'/><author><name>Time With Boona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665665129584963152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SzjYSvufMfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CAaKshg31ss/S220/bjcc+094.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058053251876478140.post-8917961578293578626</id><published>2008-03-24T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T10:57:33.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I just got these really great pair of red and gray pumps. They and so cute and i were them on ester day with my red and gray dress and my gray legings. It was so cut and everbody loved the pumps. That i hade on. It was up in till my sister spiled punch on my shoe. My day just went bad from about and hour and then my best friend chris gorit ff my show and thy still look fadulous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058053251876478140-8917961578293578626?l=boona10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/feeds/8917961578293578626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8058053251876478140&amp;postID=8917961578293578626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/8917961578293578626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/8917961578293578626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-shoes.html' title='my shoes'/><author><name>Time With Boona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665665129584963152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SzjYSvufMfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CAaKshg31ss/S220/bjcc+094.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058053251876478140.post-3381462277628681413</id><published>2008-03-20T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T10:44:43.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my first love</title><content type='html'>My first love is music. I think music is the base of live and you just can go a day without listening to it. There are also there are all kinds of it like hip hop and jazz and modern and rock pop ect.just to name a few. Me I like it all because it  just isn’t a enough to stick to one and it’s the cheese to my macaroni the stringing to my grate and the keys to my piano. I just love it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8058053251876478140-3381462277628681413?l=boona10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/feeds/3381462277628681413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8058053251876478140&amp;postID=3381462277628681413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/3381462277628681413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8058053251876478140/posts/default/3381462277628681413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boona10.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-first-love.html' title='my first love'/><author><name>Time With Boona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17665665129584963152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gdo8T12beI/SzjYSvufMfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CAaKshg31ss/S220/bjcc+094.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
