<?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-5745041</id><updated>2011-07-02T12:19:46.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kooky Cheez-It Fiend</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm high on Cheez-Its!!! *YUM*</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>173</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-108182146599790767</id><published>2004-04-12T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T19:00:34.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to post in Live Journal from now on. This will be the last Blogger post. The address is www.livejournal/~prncsbkwrm.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday. Well, I'm glad it's over with. Let's see . . . . &lt;br /&gt;Math, I forgot my calculator (which definitely would have come in handy in science too. I'm glad the sub didn't call on me cogh cogh).&lt;br /&gt;Lit, I got my quotes exam back. 104/108. I so rock those tests. Maybe next time I'll even half way study. ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;Chem, Like I said, I had no calculator. And I didn't understand WHY we were doing what we were doing. But I can do it. If I think about it long enough. I'm glad I had a bag of Cheez-Its though.&lt;br /&gt;Mandarin, I must study tonight. If we have another sub, we may not have a quiz tomorrow. (I hope, I hope!)&lt;br /&gt;AP US, it is the beginning of crunch time (aka Hell Month). This will continue until May 7, the day of the exam. Fortuitously, the National Day of Prayer is May 6. This will come in handy.&lt;br /&gt;Bible, yes I am bored. so what else is new?&lt;br /&gt;PE, we had sign ups, and I didn't bring PE clothes! Not my fault! usually we don't have to change into uniform on sign up days! so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I heard a comment about someone else that I could have lived the rest of my life quite happily without hearing. Why do people feel the need to tell you things that you don't especially want to hear? *sigh* Now I'M responsible for it. Joy of joys. I'm not sure where to go with this. I'm going to pray for wisdom. Most likely, I will keep this information to myself. If the person says something more about it, then I will talk to the person. Anyway . . . (that sufficently vague? lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I had to stay at school until six. Not that this is anything new. I really do need to learn how to drive though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is risen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-108182146599790767?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108182146599790767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108182146599790767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108182146599790767' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-108169595301571330</id><published>2004-04-11T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T08:08:41.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HE IS RISEN&lt;br /&gt;CHRIST THE LORD IS RISEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO LONGER DOES DEATH HAVE DOMINION OVER US! HE IS RISEN FROM THE GRAVE! HE IS RISEN! HE IS RISEN! HE IS NOT HERE! HE IS RISEN! HE IS RISEN INDEED! CHRISTO ANESTE! HE IS RISEN! ALL THINGS ARE MADE NEW! EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED! THE OLD WAYS ARE OVER! THE NEW THINGS HAVE COME! HOLY HOLY HOLY IS THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY WHO HAS MADE ALL THINGS NEW! HE IS MAJESTIC! HE IS AMAZING! NO LONGER ARE WE SLAVES TO SIN! NO LONGER DO THE OLD WAYS HAVE TO HAVE DOMINION OVER US! THE MASTER HATH LAID DOWN HIS LIFE FOR THE SHEEP. WE CAN NOW BE RECONCILED WITH GOD. THE NEW COVENANT HAS BEEN ESTABLISHED! IF WE CONFESS OUR SINS, HE IS FAITHFUL AND JUST TO FORGIVE US OUR SINS AND TO CLEANSE US FROM ALL UNRIGHTEOUSNESS! IT IS GOOD! JESUS IS GOOD! WE ARE ALL NEW CREATIONS IN CHRIST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT ONLY THAT, HE IS COMING BACK AGAIN! HE IS COMING BACK WITH ALL THE POWER, GLORY, AND MAJESTY OF GOD. HE IS COMING BACK WITH THE CLOUDS OF MAJESTY! THE ANGELS WILL BLOW THE TRUMPET! AND JESUS WILL COME AND CALL US TO HIS SIDE! OH I LOOK FOR THAT DAY! THE DAY WHEN EVERY KNEE WILL BOW AND EVERY TONGUE CONFESS THAT JESUS CHRIST IS LORD TO THE GLORY OF GOD THE FATHER. OH COME QUICKLY LORD JESUS! COME QUICKLY! WE NEED YOU! OH FATHER! ABBA FATHER! YESHUA! COME TO US NOW OH LORD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy Easter to all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-108169595301571330?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108169595301571330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108169595301571330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108169595301571330' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-108162048893727908</id><published>2004-04-09T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T11:10:56.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good Friday. So this is a highly serious blog. Just wait for Sunday's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, the holy, magnificent, just, loving, merciful, gracious, powerful God that He is . . . became flesh. The glory that was worshipped in heaven became man. This man, Jesus Christ, Jesus bar Joseph, Yeshua, grew up. He was God and man in one body. He took the weight of our sin. We deserved the humiliation. We deserved the flogging. We deserved to be beaten to a pulp. We deserved to hang on a cross with no one to speak in our defense. But He took that upon Himself. He was wounded for our transgressions. By His stripes, we are healed. Why? Because all we like sheep have gone astray. No one is perfect. But Jesus was perfect. And the Lord laid on Him the iniquity of us all. Oh Jesus. . . .He took the sin of all people, past, present, and future. He was on teh cross . . . . and He saw the people for whom He was dying. Including you. Including me. Including the people who nailed Him to the cross. Including Judas Iscariot, who betrayed Him. He died for them. He loved them to the death. What an incredible, powerful love. He wanted to reconcile us with God so that we could be with Him forever. And because of His death, we can be reconciled. And it is this death, two thousand years later, that makes people so angry. He said He did not come for peace. He came to divide. And the death of this man has done that more than any other event in history. The life of Jesus was truly His story. Did you know that at His death, two things happened: the temple curtain seperating the Holy of Holies from everywhere else was ripped in two. This is symbolic that God no longer needed to be seperated from us. The other thing that happened that is missed is that dead people walked around. Happened at His ressurection too. You can check the Book on that. His death shook all the ordinary ways. Because His blood covered our sins, there are no more sacrifices needed. His love paid for our sins. Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-108162048893727908?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108162048893727908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108162048893727908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108162048893727908' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-108145247148942335</id><published>2004-04-08T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T12:30:36.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One more quick lesson (this from the needle-sticker): If you ask for Cliff NOtes on the Gospel, you will get laughed at. Especially if you're in seminary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-108145247148942335?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108145247148942335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108145247148942335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108145247148942335' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-108144751829493438</id><published>2004-04-08T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T11:08:03.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry about yesterday's blog. I was just in one of those moods. Today I had a doctor's appointment. Getting blood drawn twice and stuck with a needle three times is not the most fun thing in the world. I have some lessons to share from the appointment, the party, and the movie but first let me get the serious stuff out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Maundy Thursday! For those of you who don't know what the heck I'm talking about, Maundy Thursday is the day of the Last Supper, where Jesus took the bread and broke it, and then shared the wine. It is the beginning of communion. Where the new covenant was established. Hallelujah. Man was going to be reconciled with God. Painful? You bet. Tragic? Of course. The greatest victory the world has ever seen? You'd better believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the fun stuff! Here's what I learned from the party:&lt;br /&gt;1. Getting high on Cheez-Its is funnnn!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. Home schoolers think differently.&lt;br /&gt;3. If you start talking in Mandarin with people who have never heard the language before, they will not understand you.&lt;br /&gt;4. Seeing The Return Of The King for the third time is rather tedious.&lt;br /&gt;5. RACKO!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;6. I stink at Spoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I learned from the movie The Passion:&lt;br /&gt;1. God loves us a lot.&lt;br /&gt;2. Jesus died for me. He took the whipping and the crucifixion that I deserved.&lt;br /&gt;3. Jesus died for the people whipping Him and nailing Him to a cross.&lt;br /&gt;4. Jesus loves me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;5. Christo aneste!!!! He is risen!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;6. He is risen indeed!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I learned from the doctor's appointment:&lt;br /&gt;1. When you find out about the needle-sticker's dog with pink hair, you have been there too long. Waaaaaaay too long.&lt;br /&gt;2. When they start talking about getting out the garden hose to syphon your blood, it is time to leave.&lt;br /&gt;3. When both needle-stickers are laughing at your expense and talking about taking out more blood, it is past time to leave.&lt;br /&gt;4. Sparkle pencils are cooooollllll.&lt;br /&gt;5. Getting both arms stuck with a needle is not a pleasurable experience.&lt;br /&gt;6. When you don't eat anything for breakfast, you become Godzilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I learned from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-108144751829493438?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108144751829493438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108144751829493438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108144751829493438' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-108138320965351024</id><published>2004-04-07T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T17:16:14.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, since nobody understood part of my April 5th post (at least, such as I gathered from the comments), allow me to explain it in language you can understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad has been switching jobs. He hasn't brought home a pay check for the last three months. Worried does not begin to describe it. The last time we went through this, it turned into an eighteen month stretch with no paycheck. I'm WORRIED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm tired of thinking about issues that require seroius thinking and have no specific right answer. Like courting v. dating. I've heard a lot from people that believe that dating is better. I don't. Not that anyone really cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of acting and feeling like 7 when I am really 17. . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-108138320965351024?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108138320965351024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108138320965351024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108138320965351024' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-108132547360037456</id><published>2004-04-07T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T01:13:57.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm home from Quizchamp's party. I'm tired. And I have a headache. But I'm on Cheez-Its. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, no appointment. Moved to Thursday. Going to Bayfair to watch The Passion again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish life were always like this . . . quiet, calm, and peaceful with a swarm of homeschooled friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-108132547360037456?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108132547360037456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108132547360037456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108132547360037456' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-108126900248642999</id><published>2004-04-06T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T09:32:45.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I looked at livejournal . . . and I really really liked it! Which means that everything through September and part of October is on the site. I won't give it out yet. But soon! But I really don't want to lose anything. So I'm making myself copy it over. *bleh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to see my friend shortly. =) Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a terrific Tuesday everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-108126900248642999?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108126900248642999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108126900248642999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108126900248642999' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-108119912740539281</id><published>2004-04-05T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T14:08:09.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally! A GOOD Monday! hehe. And Sunday's on the way . . . my favorite holiday! Easter! I'm on vacation this week, which means, my friends, that when we go back to school, we will be on a sugar rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small detail I may not have mentioned. Inspector Gadget has been playing Musical Jobs again. He does seem to like that game. I hate it. Instead of being at Help-U-Sell where he had no deals, he is now at Realty World (has been for a week) with no deals. *sigh* I wish he would stop that. It's going to play havoc on my college application. I also wish he would get some deals. That would be nice. Actual money. What a concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow, after I firm up plans, I'll be going to a party for a nice home schooled girl. *smile* Happy 16th Birthday Margaret! Yes, I know it was really on Friday. I also know you don't read this. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I finished my algebra. I need to do my AP US, but that will remain constant throughout the week. I can finish my american lit fairly quickly, so that's actually next on the list. Then, I also have to work on Mandarin, but if I work on it too soon, I know I'll forget it, so that will also remain constant throughout the week. =P American Lit, I have to read (oh darn) and I'll write my AR essay this time. I did the first time, but not the second. hehe. So i'll do it. The subject interests me. =) Christian relationships (i.e. in the subject of dating/courting). Question: Why is everyone discussing this now that the formal is over? Would it not make more sense to discuss it BEFORE the formal? Of course it would. But whoever said school did anything that made sense? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courage, perserverance, and prayer . . . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-108119912740539281?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108119912740539281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108119912740539281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108119912740539281' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-108106182200444013</id><published>2004-04-03T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T22:59:42.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm glad no one bases my sanity off what I put in IM. I'd be deported to Bellvue faster than you could blink. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Until our pain level gets high enough, we probably won't change." And humans do hate pain. We are cowards at heart. We don't want to take responsibility for our actions and actually take the blame upon ourselves. We don't want to grow. We don't want to learn. We don't want to grow up. We don't want to mature. We don't want to be adult. That would be hard. And we don't like hard. We don't like difficult. We don't like being mature or responsible. Humans are incredibly mule-headed about taking on pain. Even for a good cause. We will not take up a cross even though it is strong truth. Interesting, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my weaker moments, college seems an incredible waste of time. You just accululate a great amount of debt, and on't learn anything you can actually apply to the real world. *SIGH* Just skip college and go straight to the mission field! lol. But people say its actually useful. I don't know how. But it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat Cheez-Its. YEs. They are good for your health. Even if there is entirely too much orange to the brain. hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-108106182200444013?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108106182200444013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108106182200444013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108106182200444013' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-108097603586080531</id><published>2004-04-02T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T23:09:55.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay lots of stuff going on at school! For those of you who don't go to my school, just bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math: Logarithim word problems. Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;American Lit: Vocab final. *laughs* that was easy. why did i bother studying?&lt;br /&gt;Chem: *uughh* I hate titration . . . and molarity problems! Exothermic and endothermic . .. which is which again????&lt;br /&gt;Man: Well, it's one of the hardest foreign languages there is. What do YOU think? I learn enough to appease the teacher, but I don't use it outside of school.&lt;br /&gt;AP US: I got a test back today. I did better on the essay than the multiple choice. *WHAM* head to pole *WHAM* head to pole *WHAM* head to pole. &lt;strong&gt;QUIT LAUGHING. IT IS NOT FUNNY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bible: Talking about dating vs. courting. Funny, nobody sides with me. For some odd reason, my classmates don't want their parents involved in their life. I find this rather odd . . . .&lt;br /&gt;PE: I hate PE. It does NOT stand for physical education. It stands for painful endurance. Which is what you have to do w/the class.&lt;br /&gt;CET: Forensics. . . . If the teacher only knew how much time I spent watching Forensic Files and the other forensic shows, I don't think she'd worry as much . . . *smile* lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on to other matters. Spring Break! Whoop, whoop!!!! I'm already high on Cheez-Its! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I plan to stay home and do some actual like WORK. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan to go to a party Tuesday. Just call me party girl! LOL ROFL!!!!!! hardey har har. yeah, that's it . . . I can't even get my classmates to invite me to BURGER KING for goodness' sakes. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, doctor's appt. Lots of blood to draw. Yippe skippe do. I'm so thrilled. NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, more work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, possibly a church service. Then, work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, the work i haven't done yet. Ushering at church???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, church service. Then, finishing work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is boring. But safe. =P "Until our pain level gets high enough, we probably won't change." So, I guess, if we really want to grow, we should pray for pain. . . . Lol. That's insane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-108097603586080531?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108097603586080531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108097603586080531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108097603586080531' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-108086764042727926</id><published>2004-04-01T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T17:03:19.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, this is really really looooong, so bear with me. You can find it at flooble.com, along with lots of other interesting stuff . . . These are supposedly the business notes that were passed around right before creation. It does help if you know something about the Earth and something about Genesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To: General Director Jehovah &lt;br /&gt;From: Gabriel, Marketing Director &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The market research conducted by our department for the Genesis project, shows that systems of the following configuration will generate the highest level of consumer enthusiasm: &lt;br /&gt;Planet(s): 1 &lt;br /&gt;Radius: 3,000 km &lt;br /&gt;Gravitational pull: 0.5g &lt;br /&gt;Land/Water ratio: 1:1 &lt;br /&gt;Temperature: +24 C &lt;br /&gt;Atmosphere: Oxygen &lt;br /&gt;Oceans/Seas: Fresh Water &lt;br /&gt;Rivers: Milk, Honey &lt;br /&gt;Fauna: Herbivores &lt;br /&gt;Peripherals: 2 luminary bodies, (for day, night). &lt;br /&gt;Orbital Speed: 0.0007 RPM (1 revolution / 24h cycle) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Resolution:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forwarding to the strategy planning department for preparation. &lt;br /&gt;-- Jehovah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To: General Director Jehovah &lt;br /&gt;From: Michael, Strategy Planning Manager &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to minimize the overall project costs, I propose we power both luminary bodies using one energy source, and substitute Nitrogen for Oxygen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comments:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave at least 50% of the oxygen - otherwise we run the risk of user suffocation.&lt;br /&gt;-- Raphael &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25% Should suffice.&lt;br /&gt;-- Jehovah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To: General Director Jehovah &lt;br /&gt;From: Lucifer, Head of System Technology Department &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the course of our work on project Genesis, we have run into some difficulties (specifically in the "Let there be Light" phase of the project): &lt;br /&gt;We do not currently have access to a source of uninterrupted light that can be channeled into two separate luminary bodies. I propose we utilize a standard "Red Dwarf" type light source for daytime illumination, and use a mirror for nighttime light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comments:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upgrade to "Yellow Dwarf". The cost differential is minimal, but aesthetically, the look is far more impressive. &lt;br /&gt;-- Gabriel (Marketing dept.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's a multi-client light source! Why would the user need it for a single-planet system?&lt;br /&gt;-- Lucifer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The marketing department will tell to the user what he needs or doesn't need. &lt;br /&gt;-- Gabriel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucifer, please restrict your comments to questions within the field of your competence. I'm approving the "Yellow Dwarf". &lt;br /&gt;-- Jehovah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, with the level of light output generated by a Yellow Dwarf, we can use a regular planetoid instead of a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;-- Michael &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreed.&lt;br /&gt;-- Jehovah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To: General Director Jehovah &lt;br /&gt;From: Lucifer, Head of System Technology Department &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recent deviations from the specification introduced the following problems into the system: &lt;br /&gt;The mass of the uninterruped light source is significantly greater than the mass of the planet. Due to this, the light source cannot be in orbit around the planet. Instead, it is the planet that is orbiting the light source. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, due to the energy output of the light source, we are observing surface temperature that consistently exceeds the spec. by a factor of 2. However if we move the planet further away from the light source, the overall dimentions of the system will grow significantly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comments:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A larger system will probably benefit us from the marketing standpoint, but the fact that the planet is rotating around a peripheral device may lead to self esteem issues on the part of the user. Could we perhaps change the Gravitational Constant to compensate?&lt;br /&gt;-- Gabriel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing the Gravitational Constant will result in compatibility problems down the line&lt;br /&gt;-- Michael &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What difference is it to the user what orbits what? Let Marketing come up with some kind of theory of Relativity.&lt;br /&gt;-- Jehovah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To: General Director Jehovah &lt;br /&gt;From: Lucifer, Head of System Technology Department &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the increase in the orbital radius, all attempts to accelerate the planet to specified velocity have consistently lead to a system crash. (The planet escapes from orbit into outer space.) &lt;br /&gt;By the way, the nighttime luminary exhibits the same behavior. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comments:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internal behavior of the system is irrelevant. We must deliver on the user experience. Why not make the planet revolve around its own axis? The user will then think that both the Sun and the Moon are orbiting it with the speeds originally specified.&lt;br /&gt;-- Gabriel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't the user catch on?&lt;br /&gt;-- Jehovah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if he does, it won't be til' the project is long delivered.&lt;br /&gt;-- Gabriel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreed.&lt;br /&gt;-- Jehovah &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To: General Director Jehovah &lt;br /&gt;From: Raphael, QA &amp; Support Lead &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initial testing has revealed the following defects: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are observing consistent overheating. &lt;br /&gt;The axis of revolution has shown a 33 deg. declination from the vertical, resulting in cyclic temperature anomalies. &lt;br /&gt;The rivers' throughput falls far short of expectations. &lt;br /&gt;Herbivore fauna (as specified) is missing. &lt;br /&gt;The orbit is unstable. Planet tends to fall into the Sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Resolution:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forwarding to the tech. department for review. &lt;br /&gt;-- Jehovah &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To: General Director Jehovah &lt;br /&gt;From: Lucifer, Head of System Technology Department &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are observing consistent overheating.&lt;br /&gt;What else did you expect with that Land/Water ratio? For proper cooling to occur we need a ration of 1:3 - 1:4. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The axis of revolution has shown a 33 deg. declination from the vertical, resulting in cyclic temperature anomalies.&lt;br /&gt;We're working on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rivers' throughput falls far short of expectations.&lt;br /&gt;This is because milk curdles, and honey crystallizes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herbivore fauna (as specified) is missing.&lt;br /&gt;Hebivores require vegitation, which cannot grow in this heat without water. I propose to put water into the rivers. This should also help resolve problem (3). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The orbit is unstable. Planet tends to fall into the Sun.&lt;br /&gt;We will intoroduce another planet on a larger orbit to serve as a gravitational counterweight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comments:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not enough room to reduce the landmass. We will have to increase the area of the oceans. This will result in a larger diameter and stronger gravitational pull. Plus the extra planet...&lt;br /&gt;-- Michael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's allright, the user will just have to live with it. We will present the extra planet as an added feature. However, we have already announced the Milk and Honey, will have to at least leave them in the most prominent rivers.&lt;br /&gt;-- Gabriel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me remind you that the deadline for this project is fast approaching, and yet you are still beating a dead horse. Speaking of which, why have the designers not come up with a horse concept yet, and are still mucking about with the dinosaurs? Who needs these dinosaurs anyway?&lt;br /&gt;-- Jehovah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally speaking, the user has shown great interest in dinosaurs.&lt;br /&gt;-- Gabriel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. But we must have horses too.&lt;br /&gt;-- Jehovah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To: General Director Jehovah &lt;br /&gt;From: Raphael, QA &amp; Support Lead &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to the unsolved problems with the axis, the planet now has the tendency to fly away into space. &lt;br /&gt;Herbivores are missing again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Resolution:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forwarding to the tech. department for review. &lt;br /&gt;-- Jehovah &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To: General Director Jehovah &lt;br /&gt;From: Lucifer, Head of System Technology Department &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to the unsolved problems with the axis, the planet now has the tendency to fly away into space.&lt;br /&gt;We'll add another counterweight, this time on a smaller orbit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herbivores are missing again.&lt;br /&gt;They seem to have multiplied, ate all the vegitation and died out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comments:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many counterweights do you need?! &lt;br /&gt;-- Michael&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;All in all after the calibration we were able to stabilize the system at nine. &lt;br /&gt;-- Lucifer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I understand correctly? Instead of one planet the user will be getting 9?!&lt;br /&gt;-- Jehovah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what? Eight of them will be uninhabitable anyway.&lt;br /&gt;-- Lucifer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The user doesn't need to know. Half of these planets cannot be seen without a telescope. I suggest ammending the user manual with an 11-th Commandment: "Thou Shalt Not Invent A Telescope".&lt;br /&gt;-- Gabriel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Then they will definitely invent it.&lt;br /&gt;-- Jehovah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, after the orbital radius was increased, the brightness of the night-time light source fell below the specified minimum. I propose using a mirror after all. &lt;br /&gt;-- Raphael &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you before? We just finished balancing the system! Should we start over?&lt;br /&gt;-- Lucifer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be no starting over! The project deadline is in six days! Lucifer, either make it all work or you will be demoted and transferred to a different post.&lt;br /&gt;-- Jehovah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To: General Director Jehovah &lt;br /&gt;From: Lucifer, Head of System Technology Department &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Lucifer, either make it all work or you will&lt;br /&gt;&gt; be demoted and transferred to a different post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it my fault, if I didn't get a proper spec? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... The axis will have to stay angled as it is. The garden of Eden at least, will get +24C, but if the user goes wandering around elswhere, that's his problem. Doesn't look like we'll be able to finish the dinosaurs, but at least the horses will definitely be done. Milk and Honey are out, we made the rivers run with water, although it's bringing salt out into the oceans and seas. We had to introduce some Predators to keep the Herbivores from eating up all the vegetation again. However, we didn't have time to set the predators up to distinguish the users from their prey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, it will all probably work out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comments:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it be so. &lt;br /&gt;-- Jehovah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Epilogue &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The head of System Technology Department, Lucifer, was in the end demoted and transferred, as punishment for unsanctioned assistance lent to the user in the usability testing phase of project Genesis.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-108086764042727926?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108086764042727926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108086764042727926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108086764042727926' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-108086457439629238</id><published>2004-04-01T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T16:38:12.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Greetings to all in blogland. The Lord be with you. The Lord, He is good. He is beyond comprehension. He is beyond all others. He is the restorer. He is the provider. He is the healer. He is beyond everything. . . No matter what the cost, I will follow Christ. He gives me life and that abundantly! I do have a life! And it is in God. My fortress. My stronghold. My gentle comforter, my dearest friend, my loving Savior, my holy judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is the Christ, the Son of the Living God, yet He is God. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus . . . the name is sweet. I do not seek the truth. I have the truth. I am willing to give the truth away. But I have the truth. And the truth has set me free indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was my day? Well, I feel very much better after talking to a dear homeschooled friend of mine yesterday. It helped beyond what mere words can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want my peers to be lost. I want them to go to heaven with me. I do not want them to be eternally seperated from God. And time is not on my side. It is quickly growning ever nearer to the end. Oh, soften your hearts! Seek God, for only then shall you know rest. Please . . . Do not just hear the words. Listen to their message. And then act upon them. Because, ultimately, life is not about grades. Life is not about school. Life is not even about the act of living. Life is what you do with the knowledge of the man, who was more than a man, called Jesus the Christ. That is what life is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-108086457439629238?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108086457439629238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108086457439629238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108086457439629238' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-108079412110420242</id><published>2004-03-31T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T20:37:58.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good friends are hard to come by. They are rarer than jewels. They are without price. They are worth their weight in gold. To have someone willing and wanting to put their arms around you and say, "Welcome!" when they don't have to is a gift beyond all measure. It is priceless. To have someone invite you into their group, to have someone sit next to you during chapel, or on the bus, or just happy to be in your prescence . . . makes the sun shine brighter, it makes the room warmer, and it makes all of life sweeter. The angels sing harmony for a moment, the birds tweet in the trees, and for just a moment, you are not in the arms of a human friend, but in the arms of God. . . being embraced by a loving Father. Acts of love reflect the One who is love. *light bulb* ooohhhh. . . .So, that's why Christ wanted us to love the world as He loved us. To show the world that there IS a better way, the way of life, the way of light, the way of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-108079412110420242?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108079412110420242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108079412110420242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108079412110420242' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-108079209066409557</id><published>2004-03-31T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T20:04:08.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wednesday. Was reminded today, that, in the company of a good sister in Christ, the world looketh not so bleak. In fact, it has a rainbow. *sigh* I miss homeschool. . . And if the opportunity were given to me, I would take it. But God has willed me here for now. May it be glorifying to Him. May I be glorifying to Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Bible, we discussed dating vs. courting. For those of you who do not know my opinion on this, I do side with courting for many reasons. I could probably write a dissertation on the subject, but will not do it now. Perhaps in the summer when I have free time. Perhaps I'll also write how I came to CCS in the first place. But not now. Anyway, everyone else sided with dating. Somehow, this didn't surprise me. What exactly am I looking for? Well, to sum it up in as few words as possible, I'm looking for someone loyal, royal, and pure without heartache or pain finding the person. If God wills that I remain single, I'd be happy with that too. Either married or single, I will praise His name. Though He slay me, yet will I trust in His name. Yet will I praise the almighty God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes. I remain &lt;strong&gt;HIGH ON CHEEZ-ITS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-108079209066409557?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108079209066409557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108079209066409557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108079209066409557' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-108061919241725175</id><published>2004-03-29T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T20:02:28.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, for some even stranger reason, my site looks just fine on this computer. O-o. . . somebody tell me how the idiot thing REALLY looks please. I can't tell. Does the link list have a very nasty split with the links at the bottom of the blog page, below the last post, or is it all together? Silly blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up: that thing parents tell kids to do when the kids are in trouble i.e. "Grow up!". That thing all kids are automatically supposed to KNOW without being told. "You're more grown up than that." *sigh* Growing up is not an age attained. It is a journey. I am told that a family member of mine once said, "You're grown up when you pay your first PG&amp;E bill by yourself." Ahh. Is that truly it? Financial independence? No. Why not? Because you can have financial independence without having any other independence. Is independence growth? No. Why not? Because independence can be mishandled. So what is independence? Maturity is the knowledge you have of God and how much you let Him work in your life. Most of all, it's having the strength not to stick out your tongue at someone when they desperately deserve it, but being willing to help them when they fall down. That is true maturity. When you can do all that, you can truly call yourself grown up. Some adults are not truly grown up, except in the legal sense of the word. With God's help, I hope to become a fully mature follower of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sun shone brightly in the sky today. So part of it was okay anyway. I refuse to get too down. God gives many gifts. Hallelujah. He is a loving Father. Jehovah-Shalom. The Lord is peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace be with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-108061919241725175?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108061919241725175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108061919241725175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108061919241725175' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-108060673040227448</id><published>2004-03-29T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T16:34:45.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, for some strange reason, blogger has decided to push some of my links down to the bottom of the page. So, until I can figure out how to get that resolved, there will be a split there. Blogger, of course, publishes no help on the HTML stuff. All the template and color stuff I figured out on my own by playing with it and by using xanga's color choices, which included the HTML code for the colors. *growls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Mondays. It started this morning with spilling contents of a box EVERYWHERE, and it has gone downhill from there. I KNEW I should have stayed home today. I want to crawl into my nice warm bed and never leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, that is not what life is all about. Life is not about being comfortable, or doing the safe thing. Life is about taking risks, about growing up. Being a Christian is all about that. Christianity is NOT synamous with the word comfortable. If you want to be comfortable, becoming a Christian is the worst decision you could possibly make. Not to discourage anyone, but seriously. Following Christ demands that you step outside yourself, go beyond your bounds, and get hurt without getting callous. As someone wise who reads this blog once commented, "Life = drama." Indeed it does. Life also = growing. And growing = pain. That's part of life. Growing up, beyond your hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is SO much to be thankful for, it isn't funny. So let us give thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-108060673040227448?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108060673040227448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108060673040227448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108060673040227448' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-108045401948413204</id><published>2004-03-27T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T22:09:33.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Church this evening. That was good. But left me with question: how to reach my classmates? How to give them the life and love they are so depserately searching for? And why do some people know, but I am clueless? I feel unprepared . . . I also feel that something is unjust. I feel really sad too. I want my peers to come with me to heaven. I want them to be with me. And I know that some of them aren't. So sad... What to do, what to do? I don't know. I don't know. I would say I don't know anymore, but that would imply I knew in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, there are many things to be thankful for. Like what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sunset coming up the road towards home . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing people say, "I love you" and know they mean it . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing God is there, and everything is going to be okay . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red roses blooming outside the front door . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memory of the pink flowers inside my room . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The color of green grassy lawns . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gradient blue of the clear sky . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heat waves of the sun across my legs . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiles just for me . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning something you always wanted to know . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having tea with a good friend at lunch . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying with friends . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being truly happy . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading all the books of a particular series from beginning to end . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in the heart . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shedding tears of joy in the heart . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling at someone new . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having all the binders stacked neatly . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having the locker open on the first try . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting the answer right in class . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that people care . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding money on the street . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding a note in your locker from a friend . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raindrops on roses . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whiskers on kittens . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm woolen mittens . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown paper packages tied up with string. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentlenes . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindness . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faithfulness . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-Control . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love . . . yeah. Especially love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-108045401948413204?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108045401948413204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108045401948413204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108045401948413204' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-108041204591278794</id><published>2004-03-27T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T10:31:04.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- flooble become cooler: --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="2" bgcolor="#3B4C55"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A6B7BF" align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size :10px; font-weight : bold; font-family : Verdana; color: #000000;"&gt;This certifies that I, Sarah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size : 32px; font-weight : bold; font-family : Verdana; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have Become Cooler&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size : 10px; font-family : Verdana; color: #000000;"&gt;Than I was Before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size : 10px; font-family : Verdana;"&gt;You too can &lt;a href="http://www.flooble.com/fun/cooler.php" style="font-size : 10px; font-family : Verdana;"&gt;Become Cooler&lt;/a&gt; at&lt;a href="http://www.flooble.com" style="font-size : 10px; font-family :Verdana;"&gt;flooble&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;ahref="http://www.jokes2go.com/"&gt;daily humor, jokes and funny stories at jokes2go&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- flooble become cooler end --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only it really were as easy as pressing a button . . . *sigh* Don't i wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have now discovered that although Xanga will happily accept Blogger cut and paste, Blogger does not like accepting Xanga cut and paste, which was the reason for my frustration. Stupid blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time 4 food. Unless I can find a book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-108041204591278794?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108041204591278794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108041204591278794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108041204591278794' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-108041105656313577</id><published>2004-03-27T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T10:13:29.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. . . for some reason blogger is NOT publishing my stuff. so, i'm gonna try this ONE more time, and then I'm going to withold Cheez-Its from the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I learned at the party last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sitting in the car with an Asian dad driving is a great place to enhance your prayer life dramatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sitting down and shutting up is a very good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. However, if you sit down and shut up long enough, people WILL make you join the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Bamboo floors can be really shiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Admitting you know nothing in Chinese to your friends who know Chinese fluently is rather tiresome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Never try to paint a green leaf on a cat's ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Cheez-Its are the staff of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Trying to go shopping at the last minute is insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you couldn't tell, i had FUN. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-108041105656313577?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108041105656313577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108041105656313577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108041105656313577' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-108027177095511360</id><published>2004-03-25T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T19:34:22.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, everyone like the revamped color scheme? Yes? Well, all except that person in the back row. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Can't please everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after school I was not around. (For those of you who actually, like, noticed). I went to the doctor. That was so not fun. Thanks for any and all prayer. (For those of you who actually, like, do). http://aolsvc.health.webmd.aol.com/hw/womens_conditions/tw9104.asp Go to the web site to see what they think I have, and what I earnestly hope I do not have. I won't go into detail about how THAT affects my self esteem . . . *siiiiiiiiigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I did get a nice shot in the arm today. =) The sophmore girls, and the "honorary sophmore" (me) beat the robot literate guys. All is well with the world. =) Hehe. And we know nothing! That was very interesting. Especially during the 'honorary race' where NOBODY'S robot worked. Ours went in a circle, one spun its wheels, one veered off, and two of them started doing battle bots. It was insane. Technology! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His peace He left with us . . . Thank you dear Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-108027177095511360?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108027177095511360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108027177095511360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108027177095511360' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-10801012292650178</id><published>2004-03-23T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T20:09:38.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeup. Tuesday. And, if we're blessed, our robot MIGHT actually avoid obstacles like it's supposed to. It would be rather humerous if the inexperienced gals beat the robot literate guys. =) hehe. I can dream. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BAM* Head to wall. *BAM* Head to wall. *BAM* Head to wall. *BAM* Head to wall. *BAM*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's kinda what it feels like when I try to study mandarin . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord be with you, now and forever. His grace is sufficent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-10801012292650178?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/10801012292650178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/10801012292650178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#10801012292650178' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-108001117037981234</id><published>2004-03-22T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T19:08:39.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Invisble lines. They're all around us. You can't go beyond certain boundaries. Like in a schoolyard, they have fences to reinforce boundaries. But there are other lines that aren't visible. Like if I see someone talking and they happen to be my friend, I feel this invisible fence between me and the speaker until they're done. Weird. I feel an even stronger one when I see a group of friends together with an empty seat. I'm more likely to flee to the empty table by myself than sit next to them. Doubly weird. I suppose it has to do with fear of rejection. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him. No matter what he wants, I will follow. Be it to the mission field, be it to college, be it to ditch digging, I will gladly follow my Master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,&lt;br /&gt;The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;&lt;br /&gt;The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,&lt;br /&gt;Even so, it is well with my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-108001117037981234?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108001117037981234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/108001117037981234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108001117037981234' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107993118662253070</id><published>2004-03-21T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T20:55:34.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saw blnkppr today! Woah, talk about a flashback . . . Back to public school. That was different. And believe me, that ain't the half of it. LOL. Yeah. . . Each school system (tried public, private, and home) has its own problems and its own benefits. I MISS homeschooling. Sometimes I really think its unfair. My classmates have all the financial resources to do it, don't, and don't WANT to. I'd be happy to take it off their hands! X(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Monday. *groan* But each day has enough trouble of its own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go HOME (and I'm NOT talking about the building in which I reside, though that's cool too).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107993118662253070?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107993118662253070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107993118662253070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107993118662253070' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107988568982069678</id><published>2004-03-21T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T08:17:16.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday. The Lord's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, I actually slept! (I know, what a concept. Sleep. I used to know what that word meant . . . lol). Saturday I went to a seminar on dating all day. That was interesting. I did not really agree with what the speaker had to say (he thought dating was a good thing), but it was still quite informative. Why did I go in the first place? Well, I wanted more information to be better able to pray for my peers who are going through that. I may not be, but they are. Today, I plan to meet one of my friends from public school. (I actually went to public school from K-5. I wasn't homeschooled all my life, unfortunately). Speaking of school, what is up with some people??? They think that I want nothing to do with my parents or Gameboy. If I didn't want anything to do with them, I sure as shootin' wouldn't have spent three years in homeschool. I had other options. Good grief, I like my parents and Gameboy (well, most of the time!) Why do they assume that I want nothing more to do with them now that I'm quote unquote "grown up"? Then again, people are really good at assuming things. They assume a lot, and some things they assume are not neccessarily true. But then, I assume a lot of things too that may not neccessarily be true. Maybe it's part of being human?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've posted my diatribe, I'm off to make preperations to see my friend. TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107988568982069678?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107988568982069678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107988568982069678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107988568982069678' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107975231802611021</id><published>2004-03-19T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T19:14:23.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very few Cheez-Its. Boo. =( But, I am content. Lots to do this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jehovah-Shalom. God is peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107975231802611021?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107975231802611021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107975231802611021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107975231802611021' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107966582185450178</id><published>2004-03-18T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T19:12:46.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thursday. Tomorrows Friday. Whoopee and Hallelujah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Cheez-It high . . . Forecast for tomorrow: Raining Cheez-Its. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan to spring clean my binders and my room this weekend! Also, on Saturday, I'm going to a dating conference (Christian perspective). On Sunday, hopefully I'll be getting together with an old friend. That would be cool. And of course, there's always homework. AHHHHH!!!!! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying NOW for the AP test May 7th. I think next time, I'll begin in September. If there is a next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For He is good, for He is good, for He is good to me. . . Yes He is. . . =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107966582185450178?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107966582185450178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107966582185450178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107966582185450178' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107958150587580394</id><published>2004-03-17T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T19:47:29.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Wisdom is knowing what path to take next. ... Integrity is taking it."&lt;br /&gt;   -- Robyn Elpruhzlein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhha. We must be wise as serpents and gentle as doves! Would that I could attain that combination! 8sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to summer . . . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107958150587580394?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107958150587580394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107958150587580394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107958150587580394' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107956976881686180</id><published>2004-03-17T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T16:31:52.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wednesday . . . thought it was Thursday. =( I wish!!!! But Wednesdays are good too . . . =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am currently at school. Will soon go to piano practice. Unlike many of my peers, I actually LIKE piano practice. (I'm sure this has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that my piano teacher and my best friend are one and the same person . . .lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will not be able to go to Bible study tonight. Boo. &gt;&lt; Stupid AP US quiz. . . But World War II demands my attention. *siiiigh* I personally feel that Bible is much more exciting. But that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God is in heaven, and you are on earth. Therefore, let your words be few." Jesus, I am so in love with You. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107956976881686180?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107956976881686180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107956976881686180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107956976881686180' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107949126568355180</id><published>2004-03-16T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T18:43:27.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your situation greatly depends on your ATTITUDE towards it. If you think you'll like it, you probably will. If you think you'll hate it, you probably will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, your actual situation has SOMETHING to do with it. . . . but Daniel wasn't afriad in the Lion's Den. . . hmm. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So: I have to CHOOSE joy, peace, and contentment. Ahhha . . . &lt;br /&gt;Jesus, help me to show Your love. . . . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107949126568355180?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107949126568355180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107949126568355180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107949126568355180' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107915460144558231</id><published>2004-03-12T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T21:12:20.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday. I think I would be slightly more excited if I didn't have to listen to everyone talk about the formal. I've had enough. Just let me crawl into my corner again with my book. Don't ask me to participate in the social events. I tried that in public school and at CCS. Both times, I got burned before I even really began getting to know people. I'm not stupid. Once I get burned, I refuse to play with fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer sure what to DO. Maybe if I tried again, it would be better. But where is the line between where people have enough of you at school and where they'll actually invite you into their personal life outside of school? How do you cross it? Do I want to? Do they want to? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss homeschooling where all this personal stuff wasn't an issue, and where I was &lt;strong&gt;welcomed&lt;/strong&gt; among my peers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what the point of all this is . . . or if there even is a point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107915460144558231?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107915460144558231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107915460144558231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107915460144558231' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107888617365337241</id><published>2004-03-09T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T18:38:28.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tuesday!!! One less day until the weekend! (Yeah, that's pretty much how I think about it . . . )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math, English, and Chem . . . Yeah. *sigh* gonna be a looong night . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be closer to God and bring others closer to God because time IS ticking away . . . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107888617365337241?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107888617365337241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107888617365337241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107888617365337241' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107879811860567094</id><published>2004-03-08T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T18:10:53.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday. Urgh. Need I say more? No, not really . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now all I need is a safe warm place to curl up and not worry . . . Under the bed, with a blanket, a cold day, hot choclate, toast, marshmellows, really good books . . . *sighs* And maybe a dust bunny or two for companionship. I'd never leave! (Well, maybe to visit the necessary . . . )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to think in this heat . . . takes entirely too much work. Unfortunately, I have a project due tomorrow in AP US that requires an inordinate amount of thinking . . . But then, all AP classes are supposed to take a ridiculous amount of thinking. Blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to crawl into the Father's loving wings, and be pulled into His loving arms . . . and never have to leave. There's no place I'd rather be than in His arms of love. . . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107879811860567094?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107879811860567094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107879811860567094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107879811860567094' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107868884940353610</id><published>2004-03-07T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T11:49:42.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to church Satruday night! God is on the move! He is sparking revival in the hearts and minds of men. My feet are itching! I wanna go to China or Cuba or Nepal, China most of all. Why? I don't know. . . I just feel a pull there . . .You would think that I would have had enough of it by now. Give thanks to the Lord, our God and King. His love endures forever! Oh God, remove the blinders and raise up a generation to bring us back to You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I have a lot of homework. And yes, I am STILL happy. You have to choose to be happy, you know. If you decide to be unhappy, no one can help you. Conversely, if you decide to be joyful, no one can pop your bubble. It is all in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I see myself bowing before the Awesome Throne Of The Only Wise God to whom all other gods bow, and other times I see myself pulled into the arms of Jesus, and still other times, I see myself dancing with Jesus . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time my friends, for the hour is near! We need to have dedicated Christians. Arise o church! Awake from your slumber! Awake! Awake! The hour draweth near! The King is coming! We have to reach out to those who don't know. . . Stop your sleeping! The signs proclaim the hour is drawing near! Keep your eye on the Middle East, especially Israel! Come! It is even now the hour! Arise! Things are moving . . . and the time is coming. Even the sleepiest is awaking. Arise o church!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arise and tell the awesome and amazing story of how much God loves the world. For God so loved the world, that He gave His one and only Son that whoever believes in Him will not perish but have everlasting life! For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through Him. We are no longer under condemnation! We have been set free from sin! Can't you hear God calling you to holiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you think all I've said is loony . . . well, chalk it up to Jesus. The Cheez-Its have nothing whatever to do with it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107868884940353610?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107868884940353610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107868884940353610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107868884940353610' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107853018493753434</id><published>2004-03-05T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T15:45:15.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday! Friday! Friday! Woohoo!!!!!! *rah rah rah!!!!* Yay for Friday!!!!!!! Maybe one of these day's I'll become a cheerleader ha ha. NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day was okay . . . just I'm glad the week is over. Lots of work to do!!! March and April are going to be nutty months. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on The Passion: I find it rather incredible that someone would take that kind of pain for me. God doesn't joke around. When He gives, He swamps (but never sinks!) the boat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I may not always seem to be the happiest person, I am content because I choose joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107853018493753434?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107853018493753434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107853018493753434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107853018493753434' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107845757475954674</id><published>2004-03-04T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T19:35:05.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got back from watching The Passion. Wow . . . I'd say the movie effectively laid to rest three contemporary theories: 1. that Jesus was a liar (would you go through all that for a lie? I think not). 2. that Jesus was a lunatic (The Sanhedrin NEVER denies Jesus has power, they only question the source. Does a lunatic have miraculous powers? Again, I think not). and 3. that Jesus "swooned" on the cross. (He looked like He'd been through a meat grinder. Wow. What amazing love. . . . I can't think why God would come to earth to do that for me and for everyone who whipped Him . . . wow. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad it's Thursday!!! Woohoo!!!! =) MUCH better day today (and I NEEDED it!) Hmm . . . Cheez-Its are calling my name . . . g2g.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107845757475954674?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107845757475954674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107845757475954674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107845757475954674' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107836110485469858</id><published>2004-03-03T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T16:47:13.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ai yah! as my classmates would say or Oi vey! as SingingBird would say. My word! I don't know whose day it was today, but it wasn't mine! (I suspect it belonged to the Murphy of the infamous Murphy's Law). What happened today? Well . . . &lt;br /&gt;1. Forgot my Bible at home. Ahhhh!!!! How on earth could I forget that???&lt;br /&gt;2. Forgot my American Literature vocabulary in my locker. (Turned it in later)&lt;br /&gt;3. Forgot my science book at home.&lt;br /&gt;4. Forgot my science homework somewhere. I had the book &lt;strong&gt;Of Knights and Fair Maidens&lt;/strong&gt; by Jeff and Danielle Meyers (wonderful book by the way) and my AP US review book (well, a not quite so wonderful book, but hey, at least it's a book) in my backpack, but was my science homework in there??? NOOOoooo. Of course not. I started hitting my head, worrying a teacher. . . I'm sure there's some irony in there . . . but I can't think where.&lt;br /&gt;5. Needlessly made my Mandarin teacher irritated by totally understanding one concept she taught and totally missing the next one.&lt;br /&gt;6. Made my AP US teacher more than a little irritated by not only forgetting my vocab (already several days late) at home, but also entirely forgetting to do the Cornell notes due today.&lt;br /&gt;7. I &lt;strong&gt;WAS &lt;/strong&gt;going to have a prayer meeting with some other students (hallelujah! it can happen!) but one left without telling me and the other (who is really in charge) decided not to have it because a. the leader wasn't prepared to pray about countires around the world (not that this preson will ever be prepared while in this school) and b. the other person wasn't there. I &lt;strong&gt;THINK &lt;/strong&gt;we decided to do it on Friday . . . *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there was a good side of course.&lt;br /&gt;1. Thanks to Inspector Gadget loaning me a pair of pliers, my group in robotics class will NOT have to write essays tomorrow. I also have a few Phillips screwdrivers! NOW let's see if we can't pass up at least one of the other groups!&lt;br /&gt;2. Found something that belongs to someone else I thought I lost! *whew*&lt;br /&gt;3. The rain came right in time for PE! (God is a loving Father).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it feel so much like FRIDAY????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, draw me close. Closer Lord to You. Let the world around me fade away . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107836110485469858?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107836110485469858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107836110485469858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107836110485469858' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107827845323180942</id><published>2004-03-02T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T17:49:41.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tuesday. It would have been better had one of the juniors actually wanted to sit next to me during lunch, (not that I don't appreciate the offer made by the sophmores). And I need to bone up on some of this chemistry stuff before I get completely lost. Light hw tonight! Whoop! Whoop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God grant me serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107827845323180942?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107827845323180942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107827845323180942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107827845323180942' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107818896283696573</id><published>2004-03-01T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T16:58:09.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday. Eurgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math is borrring.&lt;br /&gt;American Lit is work . . . ehh.&lt;br /&gt;Chem boring squared. Alice in the Looking Glass. Everything is exactly the opposite of what you would like it to be. &lt;br /&gt;Mandarin haarddddd *whine*&lt;br /&gt;AP US - 44 full school days until the test! 44 full school days until the test! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bible intersting (but i'm personally biased :) )&lt;br /&gt;PE stinks. I hate looking like a giant blueberry.&lt;br /&gt;CET is challenging. Must remember the battery (i don't expect any of my team mates to actually remember and bring it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good all the time . . . even when you'd rather be in your nice warm bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107818896283696573?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107818896283696573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107818896283696573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107818896283696573' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107809752598205765</id><published>2004-02-29T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T15:34:12.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I have been on less that usual. I have been spending more time with my family (silly me, imagine wanting to actually BE with my family).  Speaking of weird:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wxplotter.com/ft_weird.php"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wxplotter.com/thetester/images/php/wq.php?val=5366"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is Sunday. We did not go to church today (neither of my parents were feeling well).  I miss that . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just studying and reviewing for homework. Finally, a quiet weekend! =) Nice. Been using it to the full to explore Monte Cristo, laugh until my sides ached, and fly in between on a dragon. I wonder what kind I'd impress . . . On second thought, do I really want to know if I'd impress a green? Hmmm . . . Still, anything that would get me up in the air couldn't be all bad . . . Flying . . . *sigh* I'm scared of heights, but I'd still like to fly. The feeling of freedom must be most magnificent . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my homeschool friends . . . I wonder how they are . . . Staring out the window and wondering while I'm in school does not seem to help any. Mmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God You are my God and I will ever praise You . . . My life, my heart, my soul, my being belongs to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107809752598205765?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107809752598205765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107809752598205765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107809752598205765' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107784261422408448</id><published>2004-02-26T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T16:45:37.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thursday: I have been so insanely busy lately! I don't know why . . . It just is! Especially yesterday! My goodness!!! What happened was at the last minute, my piano teacher decided she wanted to go see The Passion with her brother. Cool. But, she decided to do it right after piano, making things a little nuts for me. I had planned to go see it today, but because of $ issues (not having any), we won't go until next Tuesday (but we will go as a family - probably the best way in this case).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish things were black and white and that there was a clear and simple answer to everything, but the reality is that there are many shades of gray in the world. Sometimes there is no clear answer, and the lines blur, such as the decision where to go to college, what to major in, what to become, etc., etc. The Rule Book does not clearly state, "Thou shalt do this." *sigh* And then, again, sometimes there are very easy decisions to make that the Rule Book is quite specific on. For example, whether or not we should believe in God. There is love (and peace) in the red letters . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the weather is being true to CA style and changing every five minutes. Two quotes should suffice here. "In California, if you don't like the weather, hang around for a while and it will change." (No idea who said that or if indeed that was actually what they said. If you truly must know, you could always check Bartlett's!) "The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco." Mark Twain. Now, if you are something like, oh I don't know, say an AP teacher who has taught me to throughly analyze my quotes after I use them, don't go postal on me here. I'm just talking about the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Waited For the Lord&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I waited for the Lord on high&lt;br /&gt;I waited and He heard my cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He holds me close in my despair&lt;br /&gt;And shows me where to walk&lt;br /&gt;From fear into security&lt;br /&gt;From quick sand to a rock&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a new song in my heart to sing&lt;br /&gt;A new song, praises for my King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And He is my Jesus, my Savior, my Secret Keeper, my Heart Guarder, my Friend, my Adonai, my El Elyon (God most high), my Jehovah-Jireh (provider), my El Roi (God who sees), my Fortress, my Yaweh, the Morning Star, my Righteous King, my Lord, and of course, the great I Am. (I actually have a list of the names of God that I have found . . . but I won't regale you with it . . . unless, of course, you ask nicely!) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful day in God's grace! (Remember: Friday's tomorrow! Woop! Woop!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107784261422408448?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107784261422408448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107784261422408448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107784261422408448' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107758596656307365</id><published>2004-02-23T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T17:28:06.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, PE class was a complete waste of my time. I'm sorry, but being two heads taller than most people and about half a head taller than the taller ones makes basketball . . . well, interesting. Now, I do know shorter people who are better at it than me, but they tend to move around a lot. These are kids who don't really want to be there and thus don't move. So I am stuck with the job of batting the ball away from whoever isn't on my team and throwing the ball down court to whoever happens to be there. This gets really annoying really fast for both sides. *sigh* Ahh, I'd trade two inches to be more like them!!!! Shoot, I'd trade two FEET of height . . . Ah, well. "There are some things we can't change. If we can't change them, we might as well embrace them and celebrate them!!!!" Liz Curtis Higgs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Jesus rock my world . . . and help me rock mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107758596656307365?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107758596656307365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107758596656307365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107758596656307365' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107741507998178505</id><published>2004-02-21T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T17:59:57.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rasa frasa Amazon!!!! I was going to make a fellow Pern fan very unhappy by acquiring all the books for under $30 . . . but that was before they added $60 shipping!!! Inspector Gadget, being the pernicious fellow he is, refused to cough up. =P Stupid e site . . . *growl and grumble!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, I showed him off too . . . at open house to all those teachers who assumed all I had was a mom. ;) You were wrong. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after that, we went to Wendy's and had another dating discussion. Interestingly, it is about a year since we had the last one and it was in the same spot . . . hmm. . . Inspector Gadget has "interesting" views on that (please do not ask), as do I (you can ask if you want . . .).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Amazon fight . . . *siiigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to dinner and hw. . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life doesn't change much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107741507998178505?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107741507998178505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107741507998178505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107741507998178505' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107740644760809582</id><published>2004-02-21T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T15:36:05.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://bluepyramid.org/ia/tmwd.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Georgia Ref, Book Antiqua, Garamond" size="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're &lt;i&gt;The Dictionary&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;by Merriam-Webster&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;You're one of those know-it-all types, with an amazing amount of&lt;br /&gt;knowledge at your command. People really enjoy spending time with you in very short&lt;br /&gt;spurts, but hanging out with you for a long time tends to bore them. When folks &lt;br /&gt;really need an authority to refer to, however, you're the one they seek. You're an&lt;br /&gt;exceptional speller and very well organized.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://bluepyramid.org/ia/bquiz.htm"&gt;Book Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the &lt;a href="http://bluepyramid.org"&gt;Blue Pyramid&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay. you can stop laughing now . . . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107740644760809582?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107740644760809582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107740644760809582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107740644760809582' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107732972492154231</id><published>2004-02-20T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T18:17:22.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How do you explain? How do you describe a love that goes from East to West and runs as deep as it is wide. We will use the words we know to tell You what an awesome God You are but words are not enough to tell You of our love, so listen to our hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107732972492154231?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107732972492154231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107732972492154231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107732972492154231' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107732954260516158</id><published>2004-02-20T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T18:14:20.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Want to drown deep in God's love . . .I want to be more and more like Him. I want to SMELL like Him. I want to know Him more and more and more . . . Because, as J. Vernon McGee said, "I cannot explain the intensity and the fullness of God's goodness. If I could, it would break your heart and it would break mine if I fully understood. All I can say is that God loves you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take a dive into the goodness and grace of God. What's the problem? Don't people want goodness? The problem is that people cannot understand. Their minds and hearts are veiled. They cannot see because they do not wish to see. Therefore, they cannot understand. oh Lord, remove the blinders from their eyes . . . Open my eyes so I can take you in!!! Wake me up so that I can see Your glory. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God. God is good all the time and desires to do great things. Lord, make me a vessel for You in which You flow through to the ends of the earth . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107732954260516158?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107732954260516158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107732954260516158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107732954260516158' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107732663632042665</id><published>2004-02-20T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T17:25:53.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FRIDAY!!!!! WOOP! WOOP!!!! lol No school today!!! Really really happy!!! *Does a dance* =) This is what it USED to be like when I was homeschooled. . . . ahhh well . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain came down and the floods came up . . . seriously, what is up with all this rain??? And where are the rainbows??? I think we got shortchanged somewhere in here!!! A few days ago it was nice and sunny!!!! Where did the sun go???? CA, home of the weird (and if you doubt it, just go to SF). =P What ARE they thinking????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a bit better now . . . Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I look forward to my heaven home . . . where the King and I shall dance . . . *smile*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107732663632042665?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107732663632042665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107732663632042665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107732663632042665' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107717006367763613</id><published>2004-02-18T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T21:56:19.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wednesday. Will the week move ON already???? Come on, come on!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I want to be &lt;strong&gt;STOKED&lt;/strong&gt; and on&lt;strong&gt; FIRE &lt;/strong&gt;for You. Make me a &lt;strong&gt;LIGHT&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;SALT&lt;/strong&gt; to the nations!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107717006367763613?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107717006367763613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107717006367763613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107717006367763613' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107691120017648350</id><published>2004-02-15T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T10:19:11.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spoke too soon. Got flowers and candy from my daddy. =) Hey, admit it. It would put a smile on YOUR face too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of stuff to do for open house. Blehhhh!!!! URgh!!!!! yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God of holiness, we come into this place,&lt;br /&gt;Paralyzed with compromise, we hide in shame&lt;br /&gt;Though You've shown Your love and set us free from all our sin&lt;br /&gt;We remain in unlocked chains again, again, and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, take our lives we are not our own&lt;br /&gt;Take control, take control yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;Our spirits unite, we are not our own&lt;br /&gt;Take control, take control &lt;br /&gt;Take control, take control yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God of Israel, You are present in this place&lt;br /&gt;In Your eyes there's no compromise and no more shame&lt;br /&gt;You've removed the chains and set us free from all our sin.&lt;br /&gt;You have proven faithful and true again, again, and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, take our lives, you own us,&lt;br /&gt;Lord take our lives, control us&lt;br /&gt;Jeff Zabel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more chains!!!! I'm free!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107691120017648350?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107691120017648350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107691120017648350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107691120017648350' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-10767184948390225</id><published>2004-02-13T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T16:30:05.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday and because it's almost Valentine's Day there were flowers passed out at school. Both the good and bad news is that the junior guys apparently feel no need to impress me with personal flowers. =) =( Mixed feelings, but for the most part, I will focus on the one who gave me the best Valentine ever! I'd call sending your one and only son to die for the whole earth a pretty big card. . . I don't think you can wrap that . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And He calls me His own . . .I find that really hard to wrap my mind around. . . Why on earth am I worth so much to Him?? My life has not been worthy of such amazing love. But He gives it anyway . . .Amazing love how can it be that You, my King, have died for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-10767184948390225?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/10767184948390225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/10767184948390225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#10767184948390225' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107663279072830547</id><published>2004-02-12T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T16:41:39.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! Thursday! And I am STILL out of my mind with homework! Blasted mandarin especially! =P Yick! Although oxidation is not exactly all fun and games either . . . And don't get me started on my thesis statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling somewhat in a muddle. Sort of a "What now? Where do I go from here? Which way is up again?" feeling. Good thing I know someone who promised He'd lead me all the way. He didn't promise a road map, but He did promise that He would show me the way. Gotta start wearing out the knees of those jeans! Hey, it's better than wearing out the knees of my uniform pants (believe me). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love You Lord and I lift my voice to worship You . . . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107663279072830547?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107663279072830547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107663279072830547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107663279072830547' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107647303335489147</id><published>2004-02-10T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T20:19:00.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyos!!! It's Tuesday and not Monday (for which I am extremely greatful). No time to chat. Have to do actual work. *Pants*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He plunged me to victory beneath the cleansing flood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107647303335489147?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107647303335489147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107647303335489147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107647303335489147' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107627911463155617</id><published>2004-02-08T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T14:26:59.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday . . . a beautiful day of peace and quiet. Harmony. . . Melody . . . maybe heaven isn't so far away after all . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am to worship, Here I am to bow down, Here I am to say that You're my God . . . and that is the reason I am where I am. That really hit me today. I am at CCS to worship God. To honor God. To bring glory to Him. And if I do that, then my God is pleased. Praise His holy name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107627911463155617?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107627911463155617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107627911463155617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107627911463155617' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107611842774830732</id><published>2004-02-06T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T17:48:50.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday!!! Woohoo!!!! The week is over!!!! yay!!!!!! (and I AM glad!!!) Now we start a new semseter (a wee bit scary . . . but I'll take it one day, one assignment, one hour at a time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found ANOTHER annoying survey (ripped off a xanga, ripped off another xanga he he):&lt;br /&gt;1) Name: Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;2) Hair Color: Brown.&lt;br /&gt;3) Eye Color: Dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;4) Height Currently: 5'9".&lt;br /&gt;5) Glasses/Contacts: No.&lt;br /&gt;6) Sign: Aquarius.&lt;br /&gt;7) Siblings: One younger brother.  &lt;br /&gt;8) Siblings Age: 15.  &lt;br /&gt;9) Location: Castro Valley,or San Leandro CA depending.&lt;br /&gt;10) College Plans: Well, the plan right now is to major in history (I can hear laoshi laughing . . . ) and eventually to become a history teacher (stop that!) or some form of teacher (now they're all laughing!).&lt;br /&gt;11) Any Piercings: Earlobes.&lt;br /&gt;12) Best Friends: Gina, Alisha, Kimberly, Margaret, Carmen L., Carmen R., Sarah K., Deborah, Christy L., Tammi, John G., John R., Noah, Jedidiah, my family.&lt;br /&gt;13) Boyfriend/Girlfriend: No. Don't want one, don't need one. (This is how it's pretty much going to be).&lt;br /&gt;14) Current Crush: No one.&lt;br /&gt;15) Hobbies: Reading, writing (stories), reading, journaling, reading, playing piano, reading, cross-sitiching, reading chatting online, reading, basketball, reading, volleyball, reading, badmiton, taling to my friends one-on-one over a cup of tea and something sweet to eat, reading, God, and oh yeah, did I mention reading?&lt;br /&gt;16) Are You Center Of Attention Or Wallflower: Depends. When I'm in the classroom, center! When I'm one-on-one or have to find a group I melt into the floor.&lt;br /&gt;17) What Type Of Automobile Do You Drive: I don't drive yet. (Yeah, yeah. I'll get there).&lt;br /&gt;18) Are You Timely Or Always Late: Five minutes early. (I drive my teachers NUTS).&lt;br /&gt;19) Do You Have A Job: Being a student is a full time job. Being a techer's kid while being a student is a full time job and a half. In that respect, yes.&lt;br /&gt;20) Do You Like Being Around People: I like being ALONE. Although I do enjoy my friends, I'd rather sit in my corner quietly reading my books or praising God.&lt;br /&gt;21) Have You Ever Loved Somebody You Didn't Have A Chance With: No.&lt;br /&gt;22) Are You Lonely At The Moment: Nah. I don't feel lonely by myself. I do feel lonely when I'm in a room of crowded people, they're asked to group together, . . . and I'm the one left out.&lt;br /&gt;23) Ever Afraid You'll Never Get Married: No. A life of singleness is a GOOD thing.&lt;br /&gt;24) Do You Want To Get Married: Eh, not really. But if God says yea, I won't say nay.&lt;br /&gt;25) Do You Want Kids: Not really. I'm not good with kids, especially really young ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F A V O R I T E . . . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Room: There's this prayer room at First Pres. Church in Hayward . . . Also, my bedroom!!! Or any room with books.&lt;br /&gt;27) Type Of Music: Contemporary Christian, Hymns, Classical, Jazz, and occasionally a little rock stuff.&lt;br /&gt;28) Current Song: Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven. The man was a genius.&lt;br /&gt;29) Memory: Probably those I have of walking side by side with my friend Gina with nothing else in the world to bother us . . . and talking about the King of the Universe.&lt;br /&gt;30) Day Of The Week: Friday!!! (Or Wednesday). Definitely NOT Monday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;31) Color: Pink, purple, dark green, blue, red.&lt;br /&gt;32) Perfume Or Cologne:  The smell of new and old books! (Too bad they can't bottle that . . .).&lt;br /&gt;33) Flower: Pink roses.&lt;br /&gt;34) Month: I honestly haven't thought about it before. . . I suppose . . . May???&lt;br /&gt;35) Season: Winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I N T H E L A S T 72 H O U R S H A V E Y O U : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Cried: In my heart but not out loud.&lt;br /&gt;37) Bought Something: No.&lt;br /&gt;38) Gotten Sick: Not unless you count of school.   &lt;br /&gt;39) Sang: Yeah. (Not to a group though).&lt;br /&gt;40) Said I Love You: A few times. (To my family).&lt;br /&gt;41) Met Someone New: No. You basically see the same people day after day in school.&lt;br /&gt;42) Moved On: From what?&lt;br /&gt;43) Talked To Someone: Yeup. (Can you imagine someone answering NO to this question?!?)&lt;br /&gt;44) Had A Serious Talk: . . . Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;45) Missed Someone: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;46) Hugged Someone: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;47) Kissed Someone: I think so . . . (curly cheez-its!!)&lt;br /&gt;48) Fought With Your Parents: Yeah. *siiigh*&lt;br /&gt;49) Had A Lot Of Sleep: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!! At our school, even the slackers are sleep deprived!!!                                             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I N T H E F U T U R E : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) What Do You Want To Do When You Grow Up:  Be a teacher (STOP laughing I say!), read a lot (such a surprise), continue with piano, actually master Mandarin, learn how to draw, learn how to sing, grow closer with God, learn how to make wise decisions, learn how to manage money well, go to college, get a Ph.D. in history (STOP that!!!), write, pray, play, eat, breathe, sleep, be a really cool Christian!!&lt;br /&gt;51) Where Will You Live: Eventually Heaven. Until then, as long as it's God's will, I do not care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W H I C H O N E ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52) Coke/Pepsi: Pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;53) Pen/Pencil:  Pencil.&lt;br /&gt;54) Vanilla/Chocolate: Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;55) Hug/Kiss: Depends on who it is. Probably hug.&lt;br /&gt;56) Lights On/Off: Off.&lt;br /&gt;57) Dark/Light: Light.&lt;br /&gt;58) Rose/Lily: Rose.&lt;br /&gt;59) Dr. Pepper/Mountain Dew: E-yuck. Neither. I'd rather drink tap water.&lt;br /&gt;60) McDonalds/Burger King:  McDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;61) Sandals/Shoes: If I had a choice, barefoot!&lt;br /&gt;62) Cd/Tape: CD.&lt;br /&gt;63) Phone/Computer: Computer.&lt;br /&gt;64) Skittles/M&amp;M's: M&amp;M's (no peanut butter ones). Gotta love the chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;65) Rich &amp; Unhappy/Happy &amp; Poor:  I choose happiness and being poor!!! (Does anybody seriously know anybody who would answer the former?? Oh, wait . . .just thought of about all my classmates. Nevermind).&lt;br /&gt;66) Tootsie Pops/Blow Pops: Tootsie Pops. Choclate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F A V O R I T E S : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67) Food: Pasta and choclate.&lt;br /&gt;68) Music Group: I really don't keep up with the music industry. DC Talk or The W's I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;69)Solo rapper/ singer: Currently Rebecca St. James.&lt;br /&gt;70) Movie: Ever After, Meet Me in St. Louis, The Sound of Music, Fiddler On The Roof, My Fair Lady, The Amazing Panda Adventure, The King and I (and I DO NOT mean Anna and the King), The Wizard of Oz, Singin' in the Rain, Kiss Me Kate, Annie Get Your Gun, The Birds, The Pajama Game. (If you don't recognize these titles, it's because they are older movies. I don't really like a whole bunch of contemporary stuff).&lt;br /&gt;71) Tv Show: I almost never watch TV. Unless you count the news.&lt;br /&gt;72) Beverage: Water, tea, uhh . . . pink lemonade. Ahhh . . . &lt;br /&gt;73) Topic of Conversation: God and books.&lt;br /&gt;74) Teacher: I enjoy laoshi and Mrs. Okui, but my all-time favorite would have to be my mom.&lt;br /&gt;75) Store In The Mall: The ones with books.  &lt;br /&gt;76) Radio Station: Radio?? What's that???&lt;br /&gt;77) Book: (After the Bible) uh . . . I dono. . . there are too many to choose from!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;78) Holiday: Easter&lt;br /&gt;79) Sport:  I'm not a sports person.&lt;br /&gt;80) Fast Food: Pizza.&lt;br /&gt;81) Color To Wear: Blue.&lt;br /&gt;82) Number: 1,3,7,9&lt;br /&gt;83) Ice Cream Flavor: Choclate chip cookie dough. Mmmm.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H A V E Y O U E V E R . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84) Been In A Fight (If So, How Many Times): Twice where another person has actually hit me with their fist (public school kids liked me so much . . .NOT. I didn't hit back either time . . . I'm much more of a "go over their head to the powers that be" type than a "hit back hard" type.&lt;br /&gt;85) Skinny Dipped: No . . .and I find this a rather strange and disturbing question . . . &lt;br /&gt;86) Stayed Home On A Saturday: All the time. So . . . what?&lt;br /&gt;87) Toilet Papered Someone's House/Car: No.&lt;br /&gt;88) Paintballed Someone's House/Car: No.&lt;br /&gt;89) Got Toilet Papered: No.&lt;br /&gt;90) Got In Trouble With The Police: No.&lt;br /&gt;91) Broken A Bone: Once but I was so young that my bones were still like rubber. I remember wearing a bright pink cast on my right arm in pre-school and that was about it.&lt;br /&gt;92) Fell Asleep In Class: No. I'm tired, but not that tired. I'm afraid I'll fall asleep and not be able to wake up in time for my next class. &lt;br /&gt;93) Gone To Jail/Juvenile: No. (Gee, my life is boring. And gee I'm glad for that).&lt;br /&gt;94) Been In The Hospital: Not unless you count for the broken arm.&lt;br /&gt;95) Flashed Someone: Ewwwww. . . *shudders* no. *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;96) Kissed Someone Of The Same Sex: Um, no, not unless my mom counts.&lt;br /&gt;97) Gotten Lost On A Vacation: Yeah, but not for an extended period of time.&lt;br /&gt;98) Do You Think You Will Ever Get Your Dream Car: My dream car is anything that drives.&lt;br /&gt;99) Do You Wish You Were Older/Younger: Younger.&lt;br /&gt;100) Do You Smoke: Don't smoke, don't drink, don't do drugs, don't chew, and don't go with guys.&lt;br /&gt;101) Do You Cuss: I make a concious effort not to. VERY rarely, and then it's usally a borderline word.&lt;br /&gt;102) Do You Consider Yourself Attractive: No. I've seen attractive, and I am not it.&lt;br /&gt;103) Do You Consider Yourself A Nice Boy/Girl: Uh, yeah, sure, most of the time. No one's perfect.&lt;br /&gt;104) Do You Have A CD Burner: My dad might have one somewhere, but I personally do not.&lt;br /&gt;105) What Did You Do Yesterday:Went to school, went home, did homework.&lt;br /&gt;106) What Are You Doing Tomorrow: Resting, possibly going out to dinner, possibly going shopping.&lt;br /&gt;107) What Are You Doing This Weekend: Tomorrow IS the weekend. Going shopping for a nice dress, a book for school, and going out to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;108) What Did You Do Last Weekend: Don't remember. Think I stayed home and studied.&lt;br /&gt;109) What Are You Gonna Do When This Is Over: Hopefully go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107611842774830732?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107611842774830732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107611842774830732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107611842774830732' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107603673339487778</id><published>2004-02-05T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T19:07:15.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apparently being 17 is not as easy as it looks. In a 24 hour period, I have managed to make all my immediate family members irritated at me in one way or another. &gt;&lt; But it wasn't all my fault!!!!! meeeehhhhhk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the mountains to the valleys, hear our praises rise to You. From the heavens to the nations, hear our singing fill the air!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107603673339487778?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107603673339487778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107603673339487778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107603673339487778' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107594753594528781</id><published>2004-02-04T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T18:20:37.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wednesday. February 4, 2004. My seventeenth b-day (if anyone reading this cares). =) New books. yay!!!!!!!! Party!!!!!!! LOL i'm not usually much of a party person (trust me on this!), but books do something to me . . . I dono . . . maybe there's something that takes me out of my world into a new one. *smiles and sighs dreamily* Yeah, i'm a dreamer . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kingdom of this world will become the Kingdom of our Lord and of His Christ and He shall reign forever and ever!!! Amen, even so come quickly Lord Jesus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107594753594528781?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107594753594528781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107594753594528781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107594753594528781' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107585571594338385</id><published>2004-02-03T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T16:50:15.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it's Tuesday and I'm back in school. meh. =P Got some finals stuff back and . . . why is finals sutff always just a little worse than your bare minimum hope??? I wanna go home. . . . I'm tired of being at SCHOOL!!!!! I have had ENOUGH. . . and the realization that I have to put up with at LEAST five more years of this stuff is not helping . . . garrrrgh. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that I have a Jehovah-Shalom, the God of peace, who is always with me. Peace in the midst of the storm, peace at the ultimate crisis, peace in the midst of calm. Always, He gives perfect peace. Jehovah-Shalom. . . Jehovah-Shalom . . . just saying the name brings a feeling of beautiful peace, like you're in a green meadow with your friends not getting grass stains and having all the time in the world to talk . . . Jehovah-Shalom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107585571594338385?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107585571594338385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107585571594338385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107585571594338385' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107567468884291346</id><published>2004-02-01T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T14:33:06.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There! The coment system is up and running! yay!!!!!! (Not that anyone actually USES it lol). Anyway, yesterday I was kept pretty busy. I was risen at 8 to go watch Gameboy's b-ball game. *Yawn* Then, we went to go watch a Celtic festival in Paulo Alto. Lots and lots of bagpipes. We got home at 10, and I went to bed, but in the back of my head I heard . . . bagpipes!!!!!!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the amazing grace of the Master be with you now and always. May you stay blameless until He comes. May the love of our Lord be with you forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107567468884291346?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107567468884291346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107567468884291346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107567468884291346' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107558833608789421</id><published>2004-01-31T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T14:33:53.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have deleted the comment system (after painstakingly copying all the comments into a text file). I was just planning to go straight from BlogSpeak (which switched to HoloScan) to HoloScan, but apparently before the switch, BlogSpeak deleted my old account. Growl. So, I have lost all my early comments. Bah humbug. I'll just sign up anew with HoloScan and put what I have in there. It will take some time, but it will eventually get done. For now, either go to my Xanga website or e-mail me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that finals are over. I was really dreading them. Especially that Mandarin one. I ended up writing some 70 sentances in mandarin, about the equivalent of two or three essays. Yick. =( I'd rather write a Euro DBQ. Those aren't as painful. Of course, I'd take either over Stoichiometery. Double yick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the words of my mouth and the mediations of my heart, be pleasing to You, my God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107558833608789421?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107558833608789421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107558833608789421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107558833608789421' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107541996275939443</id><published>2004-01-29T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T15:47:37.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We continue to shout our praise even when we're hemmed in with troubles, because we know how troubles can develop passionate patience in us, and how that patience in turn forges the tempered steel of virtue, keeping us alert for whatever God will do next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 5:3,4 (The Message)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this verse and since I'be been trying to develop patience (and wisdom, and hcarity, and kindness, etc.,etc.) but patience especially, I found it interesting. Patience develops virtue. Virtue keeps us alert to God. So being patient essentially brings you closer to God. I want to be really close to God, so I'll keep on going. Bite by bite, little by little, you conquer your mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two finals today. Lots of opportunity to develop patience right there! ha ha ha. *smile* Two more tomorrow . . . lol Patience . . . paaatience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107541996275939443?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107541996275939443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107541996275939443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107541996275939443' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107525302348221004</id><published>2004-01-27T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T17:25:16.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is Tuesday. It rained today. If that sounds boring, that's because it was. Zzzzzz. I would have prefered to stay home and take a nice nap while reading a book. School only leaves me slightly mentally derranged . . . yeah. uh-huh. (there are those that would argue that you really can't tell &gt;&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rain came down and the floods came up . . . And the house on the Rock stood firm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107525302348221004?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107525302348221004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107525302348221004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107525302348221004' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107516387325157416</id><published>2004-01-26T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T16:39:25.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey All! Well, it's Monday. Ughhhh. Next Monday I don't suppose I'll mind (no school) =) Maybe one of those rare times I'll get to think aobut something OTHER than school. lol. I also plan to start moving to a new comment system. Don't worry, I'll save all the old ones. I just have to find time to save them. It won't take long, just one of those things I have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a friend we have in Jesus . . . =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107516387325157416?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107516387325157416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107516387325157416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107516387325157416' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107500502727754221</id><published>2004-01-24T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T20:31:57.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My friend and I spent the day talking to each other and watching &lt;strong&gt;My Fair Lady&lt;/strong&gt;. An excellent movie if you've never seen it, although I strongly reccomend reading Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw. For those that pray, another friend and spiritual warrior has been diagnosed with cancer. She seriously needs prayer. She does so much for God and for kids. She did a lot for me when I was a young Christian. Pray. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "'I have appeared unto thee for this purpose.' Acts 26:16&lt;br /&gt;   "The vision Paul had on the road to Damascus was no passing emotion, but a vision that had very clear and emphatic directions for him, and he says, 'I was not disobedient to the heavenly vision.' Our Lord said, in effect, to Paul - Your whole live is to be overmastered by Me; you are to have no end, no aim, and no purpose but Mine. &lt;strong&gt;'I have chosen him.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "When we are born again we all have visions, if we are spiritual at all, of what Jesus wants us to be, and the great thing is to learn not to be disobedient to the vision, not to say that it cannot be attained. It is not sufficient to know that God has redeemed the world, and to know that the Holy Spirit can make all that Jesus did effectual in me; I must have the basis of a personal relationship to Him. Paul was not given a message or a doctrine to proclaim, he was brought into a vivid, personal, overmastering relationship to Jesus Christ. Verse 16 is immensely commanding, 'to make thee a minister and a witness.' There is nothing there apart from the personal relationship. Paul was devoted to a Person not to a cause. He was absolutely Jesus Christ's; he saw nothing else, he lived for nothing else. 'For I determined not to know anything among you, save Jesus Christ, and Him crucified.'" - Oswald Chambers. My Utmost for His Highest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be taken over by Christ. I want to be committed to Him, not to His cause. Although the cause and the teaching is important, having the relationship is much more so. If I bring the whole world to Christ and know everything in my head about God but have no personal saving relationship with Him, it means nothing for me. The relationship is everything. It is the difference between Heaven and Hell. I once heard someone say, "There are exactly 18 inches between Heaven and Hell." They then proceeded to point to the head and then the heart. If its in your head, but not your heart, what difference does it make? It has to be in the heart. It has to start there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, thank You for the chance for that relationship so that we can come into a saving relationship with You. Thank You for giving Your Son on the cross so that we might know You. In Jesus name, Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107500502727754221?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107500502727754221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107500502727754221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107500502727754221' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107492347647539964</id><published>2004-01-23T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T21:52:45.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>   My week has actually been pretty good, especially yesteday. I would have posted, but AOL wouldn't let me. grrr. I got a good grade on my AP term paper (thanks Laoshi) and my English paper. Woohoo!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;    "2 Corinithians 3:18 - 'We all, with open face, beholding as in a glass the glory of the Lord, are changed into the same image.'&lt;br /&gt;   "The outstanding characteristic of a Christian is this unveiled frankness before God so that the life becomes a mirror for other lives. By being filled with the Spirit we are transformed, and by beholding we become mirrors. You always know when a man [sic] has been beholding the glory of the Lord; you feel in your inner spirit that he is the mirror of the Lord's own character. Beware of anything which would sully that mirror in you; it is nearly always a good thing, the good that is not the best.&lt;br /&gt;   "The golden rule for your life and mine is this concentrated keeping of the life open towards God. Let everything else - work, clothes, food, everything on earth - go by the board, saving that one thing. The rush of other things always tends to obscure this concentration on God. We have to maintain ourselves in the place of beholding, keeping the life absolutely spiritual all through. Let other things come and go as they may, let other people criticize as they will, but never allow anything to obscure the life that is hid with Christ in God. Never be hurried out of the relationship of abiding in HIm. It is the one thing that is apt to fluctuate but it ought not to. The severest discipline of a Christians life is to learn how to keep 'beholding as in a glass the glory of the Lord.'"&lt;br /&gt;Oswald Chambers&lt;br /&gt;   Dear Jesus, make me a mirror to reflect Your glory. Help me to abide in You. Oh Lord I want to be a reflection of Your glory. I want You to look at my life and be pleased with how I honor You. I want You to look at me and smile. I want my life to be pleasing to You. Oh Lord . . . Make me a reflection of Your glory. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107492347647539964?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107492347647539964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107492347647539964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107492347647539964' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107474397839411527</id><published>2004-01-21T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T20:01:05.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And now, we take you live to the scene of CCS early this morning. Algebra was mind-numbing. American Lit was . . . "Interesting" (for sure). Chemistry . . . My brain is on Stoich. (Not a good sign). Mandarin: I am still at a loss for the possible use I will have for it later. AP US is difficult. Always! I enjoy Bible (perhaps because I think it's interesting) and I have yet to do much actual work (unless you count watching boring videos) in college planning. So, it's been . . . Easy. For a change. Which is nice. But I don't trust easy. I don't think I ever will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Almighty Lord for His marvelous name has given us many blessings. Praise the Lord, all you who worship Him! Praise the Lord by serving the Lord. Honor the Lord with all you do and with all you say. He has shown thee oh man what is good and what the Lord requires of you. But to do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy God. Why am I willing to do this? I see the Lord seated on the throne, exalted, and the train of His robe fills the temple with glory and the whole earth is filled, and the whole earth is filled, and the whole earth is filled with His glory. So I sing holy, holy, holy, holy, holy is the Lord. I sing holy, holy, holy, holy, holy is the Lord of Lords. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107474397839411527?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107474397839411527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107474397839411527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107474397839411527' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107464286351655186</id><published>2004-01-20T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T15:55:49.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, its was a very interesting weekend. I had one of my friends over (and enjoyed watching &lt;strong&gt;The Music Man&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Lady Hawke&lt;/strong&gt; with her. =) Then there was the job thing which kept us all on our knees. And now it's back to school. Back to sitting in desks, moving to the sound of a bell every forty-five minutes. Sometimes it really feels like all school is preparing us for is prison. ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God is for me, who can be against me? If God is on my side, of whom shall I be afraid? The Lord is my fortress. A mighty bulwark is our God! His love and His protection are endless. His mercy is renewed every morning. Great is the Lord. He is faithful and true. Blessed be the name of the Lord Almighty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107464286351655186?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107464286351655186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107464286351655186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107464286351655186' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107446089470089811</id><published>2004-01-18T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T13:22:58.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Surprise, God anwers prayer. Inspector Gadget is working again. Sorta. He's walked into the realm of full time real estate agent. He's waiting to see whether or not God will bless it. We shall see. It's hard to take things by FAITH. But, by faith we believe what we do not see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have tomorrow off. (Woohoo!!!) And I have a nice big box of Cheez-Its along with some books begging to be read. It's going to be a very nice Monday for a change. =) I plan to spend it curled up with my books. ahhhhhh. Right after I finish my homework. Blat. After that, I have to study for finals. argh. A student's work is never done. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in church, we learned about how we are more than conquerors through Him who loves us! But we sure don't act like we're more than conquerors. Some days we don't even act like we're more than assistant pig keepers through Him. lol. Praise be to the Father who shows us incredible mercy, grace, and who raises us up to be heroes and conquerors!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107446089470089811?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107446089470089811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107446089470089811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107446089470089811' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107436303693224032</id><published>2004-01-17T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T10:12:00.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For those of you who pray, and understand Inspector Gadget lost his job. *sigh* Here we go again. . . .Let's see, last time I ended up at CCS. Maybe this time public school? Who knows . . .? It's good to know God does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about Jesus, the King of Kings is He. The Lord of Lords supreme throughout eternity. The Great I AM, the Way, the Truth, the Life, the Door. Let's talk about Jesus more and more! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, give me the boldness to take a verbal stand for you and to share with my classmates the wonderful news that You came to die for them! Let my words be what they need to hear! May I point them to You, the living water! Because I know that You are Lord, I praise You for the wonderful things You have already done and the wonderful things You are going to do! I submit all those people who can't see to You. I ask that You would wake them up and show them Your glory. Oh Lord, do this mighty thing! In Your name, amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107436303693224032?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107436303693224032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107436303693224032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107436303693224032' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107421343599363417</id><published>2004-01-15T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T16:38:37.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello all you happy people out there in BlogLand! (I took one of Gameboy's Happy Pills today. I TOLD him to keep them locked up, but does he ever listen to ME?!? Noooooooo. =) ) I know it wasn't the Cheez-Its, as I haven't had any today. The CAA finally caught up to me. (That would be the Cheez-It Addict Anonmyous group for those of you who don't know). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer, from Christians, goes from us to the highest court ever, where the Supreme Judge and the One Who Is Love hears our cry . . . totally awesome. . . I get to talk to the Almighty God of the Universe!!!!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PTL (Praise the Lord) and Maranatha (The Lord is coming).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107421343599363417?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107421343599363417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107421343599363417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107421343599363417' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107413706335972433</id><published>2004-01-14T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T19:28:30.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogging is fun! But sometimes, I get so wrapped up in other people's blogs, I forget to write my own. Oops. =) he he. I have Cheez-Its on the brain I guess. . .lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to hang out w/my friend from homeschool tonight. That was fun!! =) School was not quite so fun when I realized that for the third day in a row I'd forgotten to do my English hw. oops... Anyway, school is . . .well, it's still there! (Too bad. I wish it would LEAVE. And not come back.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that I have a friend who sticks closer than a brother who never leaves me nor forsakes me and always, always sticks by my side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107413706335972433?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107413706335972433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107413706335972433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107413706335972433' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107404812412321251</id><published>2004-01-13T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T18:43:23.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a long day. Yet it did have its good points. Such as . . . the end. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of work to do. (I went to SLEEP last night). aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh. it never ends . . . nooooooo. I'm still really really really tiiiired. *siiiiigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107404812412321251?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107404812412321251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107404812412321251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107404812412321251' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107397117418439044</id><published>2004-01-12T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T21:20:52.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is your brain, This is your brain when you stay up until 6 working on your term paper. *sizzle* But I did survive. Praise the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked Bible class (I usually do). Today, we were talking about the Millenial Reign, and I read ahead (well, how do you think I got the nickname bookworm?!?) all about the New Jerusalem . . . It's so beautiful. I have a very loving, artistic creator God. It is very awesome to know that one day . . . good will triumph over evil. As it should be. The very awesome ending to this story. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107397117418439044?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107397117418439044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107397117418439044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107397117418439044' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107386166767328689</id><published>2004-01-11T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T14:55:44.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have sooooooo much to do, I probably shouldn't be blogging. AP US paper, Algebra, AP US paper, English, AP US paper, Mandarin, and did I mention my AP US paper? ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really glad that His yoke is easy and His burden is light!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107386166767328689?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107386166767328689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107386166767328689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107386166767328689' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107370358421635119</id><published>2004-01-09T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T11:43:01.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is Friday! Today is Friday! Whoohoo!!!!!!! I like Fridays! I don't like having an 8-10 page ap us argumentative open prompt time-specific term paper hanging over my head . . . *gaaaaaaak*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it that I don't know when to shut up in class, but I'd eat frogs before I talk to my classmates one on one? What is up with that?? God, grant me the boldness to open my mouth when I need to, the knowledge to know when to shut it, and the wisdom to know the difference. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really glad that I have a great God and righteous King on my side! For if my God is for me, then who can stand against me???? =) He's a totally awesome friend. Give me the boldness to make me a hero!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107370358421635119?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107370358421635119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107370358421635119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107370358421635119' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107361726313684417</id><published>2004-01-08T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T11:43:42.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought this was cool:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/dphenreckson/1049378093_numenorean.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107361726313684417?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107361726313684417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107361726313684417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107361726313684417' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107353243504570226</id><published>2004-01-07T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T19:28:28.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AP US test yesterday, Chem quiz today, Alg II test tomorrow. School is now in session. In other school news, somehow I rated the opportunity to "find out more" (i.e. they think you're good) about the Regional Science Bowl. Serves me right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good!!!!!!!! (And more! Come quickly Lord Jesus!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107353243504570226?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107353243504570226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107353243504570226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107353243504570226' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107343998840253938</id><published>2004-01-06T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T17:47:40.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was like Cheez-It Day at our school . . . CCS should think of implementing one! he he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In not so hot news, there was a loong AP test today. When I came out, I could barely pry the pen out of my hand. Not a good sign. *siiiiiigh* Good thing I had some Cheez-Its in my lunch so that I could smuggle some into class inside my jacket pocket. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It came to pass." PTL (Praise The Lord).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107343998840253938?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107343998840253938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107343998840253938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107343998840253938' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107335720272040853</id><published>2004-01-05T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T18:47:53.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reading Revelation ch. 19 today. Bad for those still left. Really good for those who are already gone. But, that's kind of the premise of Revelation. . . *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news: Our sin cuts us off from God . The good news: Jesus died to save us so that we could be with God. And that is what it all comes down to. The rest is nice, but next to salvation, it's worth is diddly squat. REALLY hard to remember that when you're staring at a lousy grade . . . *sigh* God IS good! and so much more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107335720272040853?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107335720272040853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107335720272040853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107335720272040853' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107315769997807910</id><published>2004-01-03T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T11:22:49.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And the time moves on, each second bringing us closer to the end. . .For everything, there is a season. So it says in the book of Ecclesiasties. Actually, though I've been reading Numbers. Anybody up for a book that will send you to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't feel well. Arrrrrrrgh. *sniff* Pray 4 me please. And may God's blessings be upon you all. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107315769997807910?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107315769997807910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107315769997807910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107315769997807910' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107307706322992388</id><published>2004-01-02T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T12:58:51.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Always work to do. But that's a good thing. Or so they say . . . (Who the heck is "they" anyway?!?) Reading qualifies as work, right? he he he. Maybe not . . . Yup, I think I've had one too many Cheez-Its. That's the end of my blog for today. I don't feel well. Praise the Lord anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107307706322992388?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107307706322992388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107307706322992388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107307706322992388' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107290367966911509</id><published>2003-12-31T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T12:49:05.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The old things have passed away! The old year draws to a close, and I sit here, reflecting. Much has happened, much will happen. But always, I will praise the name of my God. He is Jehovah-Jireh, my provider. He is my mighty bulwark, my protection. He is Jehovah-Nissi, my banner. And a whole host of other things as well. He is my Savior. He is my God. He is my friend. It's amazing to think how the Creator of the whole universe likes to hear me talk to Him. . . Mind boggling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't actually started my homework yet. *sigh* It is a never ending battle. It doesn't help to realize that after you finish school, you have to go to a job where you get never ending work. Is there no balm in Gilead? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord without ceasing, for His mercy endures forever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107290367966911509?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107290367966911509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107290367966911509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107290367966911509' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107275406054288113</id><published>2003-12-29T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T19:15:25.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to an adoption court proceeding today. Life is just plain insteresting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah to the Lord of heaven and earth!&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah to the Lord of heaven and earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surrender all.&lt;br /&gt;I surrender all.&lt;br /&gt;All to Thee&lt;br /&gt;My blessed Savior&lt;br /&gt;I surrender all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107275406054288113?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107275406054288113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107275406054288113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107275406054288113' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107247930247408117</id><published>2003-12-26T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T14:56:03.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;To the King of All Creation:&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone reading this blog:&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been very nice, turning my mind into a knot trying to figure out the whys and hows of the reason for the holiday. WHY and HOW the King of All Creation, YWHW, Abba, Alpha and Omega came to the earth. =) It has also been nice being with my family. I'm one of those weirdo teenagers who LOVES being with her FAMILY, especially her parents. We had a lot of fun playing Life and Uno. =) I miss homeschool. Too bad they can't gift wrap THAT for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have yourself a merry little Christmas . . . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107247930247408117?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107247930247408117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107247930247408117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107247930247408117' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107230494347414215</id><published>2003-12-24T14:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T15:03:34.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#E0FFFF" border=1 width="50%"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;big&gt;you are lightcyan&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br&gt;#E0FFFF&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size=-1&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your dominant hues are green and blue. You're smart and you know it, and want to use your power to help people and relate to others. Even though you tend to battle with yourself, you solve other people's conflicts well.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your saturation level is very low - you have better things to do than jump headfirst into every little project. You make sure your actions are going to really accomplish something before you start because you hate wasting energy making everyone else think you're working.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your outlook on life is very bright. You are sunny and optimistic about life and others find it very encouraging, but remember to tone it down if you sense irritation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://spacefem.com/colorquiz"&gt;the spacefem.com html color quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about all this, but I saw this quiz, and I thought it was kind of a for fun thing. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In more explanation of being high on Cheez-Its, my friends Quizchamp and Freyja were talking about about a student conference they went to. I thought that it was some weirdo thing where the speaker had talked about being high on Cheez-Its. (Which, if you know Quizchamp and Freyja, is not all that odd). That is, I thought that until Freyja asked me if I was high on Jesus. And I finally heard it correctly. "I thought you guys were talking about being high on Cheez-Its!" We all had a really good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to re-watch LOTR III and we laughed about all the characters being high on Cheez-Its. &lt;br /&gt;"Look at that big old hairy spider! I think it's had one too many boxes of Cheez-Its."&lt;br /&gt;"You know, instead of having that little bitty flashlight thing, it would be far more helpful to have a REALLY BIG can of Raid right about now. And a box of Cheez-Its too!"&lt;br /&gt;"Look at those people! They're laughing out of fatigure! And there's a few Cheez-Its in there."&lt;br /&gt;The biggest laugh came when we brought Quizchamp home. As she said goodbye, she said, "Now don't get too high on Cheez-Its." Her dad said, "WHAT?!? You guys got high on WHAT?!?" Freyja answered, "Cheez-Its. Bye." She closed the door, and we took her home. After we made sure that Gameboy's friend Psychodude was certain of the fact that I was a weirdo, we took him home too. Vans are very nice to have. =) Except for the fact they hold too many Cheez-Its. *grin* Bookworm needs to go back to school where her keepers er teachers can keep a closer straight jacket er eye on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To My Bestest Friend:&lt;br /&gt;Zhou ni shengri qui le&lt;br /&gt;Zhou ni shengri qui le&lt;br /&gt;Zhou ni shengri qui le&lt;br /&gt;Zhou ni shengri qui le!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107230494347414215?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107230494347414215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107230494347414215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107230494347414215' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107220582596936665</id><published>2003-12-23T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T10:58:04.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday at the mall was very much fun. Not that we bought anything. Reason # 1,143 for occasionally getting your ears cleaned out: you won't hear your friends talking about being high on Cheez-Its when actually they're talking about being high on Jesus. We laughed about that all through re-watching LOTR III. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The presents are wrapped in the closet with care . . . :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107220582596936665?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107220582596936665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107220582596936665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107220582596936665' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107203923752826324</id><published>2003-12-21T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T12:41:33.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going Christmas shopping tomorrow with Freyja and Quizchamp! Can't wait to see you! :) Before that though, I have to clean my room, do homework, clean the car, and hopefully even deck the halls a little. Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for saftey, for health, and (of course) for peace on earth . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107203923752826324?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107203923752826324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107203923752826324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107203923752826324' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107196249606265066</id><published>2003-12-20T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T15:22:31.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School's out at last! Horray! Finally get to do fun stuff (like see LOTR) instead of that pesky stuff (like homework). Happiness is starting a vacation. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got all your shopping done yet? And trimming the tree? I haven't even started cleaning my room so I can put up decorations. (Not that decorations matter; it has to be cleaned anyway - it's getting so I can't move around because there's too many books. Not a bad problem to have. But still, it has to be fixed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the fun of holidays is not only the business in preperation, but the quietness that comes when the holiday finally comes around. If only the loving spirit would stay . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107196249606265066?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107196249606265066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107196249606265066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107196249606265066' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107179427705682473</id><published>2003-12-18T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T16:38:50.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I just changed my blog, so please excuse the site. Hopefully, I'll have it fixed before Christmas vactation is over. :) They talked about how God affects SCIENCE today in chapel . . . yes, I heard laoshi. And I payed attention too! *grin* I recant, I recant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other fantastic news, the english teacher actually LIKED my thesis statment, a "mere" miracle at CCS. Trust me. I had her in ninth grade and I never thought I would hear those words in that order about my essay! Another "mere" miracle was that I actualy won the Mandarin contest today . . . (I think the teacher was being kind). Still, will wonders never cease? :) Isn't cool how God surprises you with stuff like that when you least expect it? *total smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of school draweth nigh! :) Happy, happy, joy, joy! Off to the holidays! It's the most craziest time of the year . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the tree . . .(not the Christmas tree . . . the tree at Calvary) :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107179427705682473?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107179427705682473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107179427705682473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107179427705682473' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107163746971696330</id><published>2003-12-16T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T21:05:21.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Well, it's . . . Tuesday. I only have to make it to Friday! Then VACATION!!!! Hallelujah, praise the Lord! Maybe I"ll actually get something done! (ha ha) Just one day at a time . . . one day at a time . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord, He lives!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107163746971696330?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107163746971696330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107163746971696330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107163746971696330' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107154880458829071</id><published>2003-12-15T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T20:45:03.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;                 What to Do with Saddam&lt;br /&gt;1. Strap him on a plane, purposefully hijack the plane, and run it into the ground. &lt;br /&gt;2. Tie him to a chair, and force him to listen to Bible teaching until he explodes.  &lt;br /&gt;3. Make him listen to the Barney song until he explodes  &lt;br /&gt; 4. Make him do community service for the families whose loved ones he hurt until he dies. &lt;br /&gt;5. Make him go about Iraq preaching the gospel of Christ. &lt;br /&gt;6. Make him beg forgiveness until he gets it.  &lt;br /&gt;7. Make him hop on one leg, singing the praises of God to the end of a narrow room, then make him turn around, hop on the other leg, apologizing for his actions to the end of his natural life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107154880458829071?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107154880458829071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107154880458829071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107154880458829071' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107154740997297019</id><published>2003-12-15T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T20:04:21.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>April 8, 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The “Crash Heard ‘Round the World” (WTC)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The “crash heard ‘round the world”&lt;br /&gt;Was the start of Iraqi freedom&lt;br /&gt;And when we hear the death knell&lt;br /&gt;Sounding Sadaam’s death&lt;br /&gt;Then we will hear in that tone&lt;br /&gt;Freedom for Iraq!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then shout from the rooftops&lt;br /&gt;And sing from the trenches&lt;br /&gt;For that day will be your liberation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Let Freedom Ring!&lt;br /&gt;Long and Loud&lt;br /&gt;Let Freedom Ring!&lt;br /&gt;Soft and Slow&lt;br /&gt;Let Freedom Ring!&lt;br /&gt;In all the bells&lt;br /&gt;And Let Freedom Ring!&lt;br /&gt;In every heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be free at last!&lt;br /&gt;Free at last!&lt;br /&gt;On that day, thank God Almighty&lt;br /&gt;Because you will be free at last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never forget the price your freedom was bought with&lt;br /&gt;More than three thousand Americans&lt;br /&gt;Plus some more who went to fight for you&lt;br /&gt;Plus your own brave men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you never forget the price of your freedom,&lt;br /&gt;If you remember to what it is due&lt;br /&gt;If you give thanks to the one who gives it,&lt;br /&gt;Then all others will remember too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107154740997297019?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107154740997297019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107154740997297019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107154740997297019' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107154506027113418</id><published>2003-12-15T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T19:25:11.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It was a Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad, Day today. I hate Mondays! It started with Math and went downhill from there. I'm glad it came to pass. I feel for the poor people who are sick. (You have my prayers!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't understand the will of God. O.k., most of the time I don't understand the will of God. Well, if you want the absolute honest truth, it is a miracle sent by God if at any particular time I understand even in the smallest way, the will of God. But then, "a comprehensible God is no god at all". So I'm glad my God is so awesome, and mind-boggling that I'm going to have all eternity to try and understand Him. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107154506027113418?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107154506027113418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107154506027113418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107154506027113418' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107133628844859052</id><published>2003-12-13T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T12:55:21.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Well, science bowl was . . . interesting. Not terribly surprising though. I realized that I know zilch about bio. . . a problem I will attempt to remedy next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to let go of my friends . . . yet, as life moves on, so do they . . . but the good thing is that I'll meet most of them again some day. (Whether that be here, there, or in the air . . . I can't say). I can't wait for all the introductions. Speaking of introductions, last night i introduced Inspector Gadget to a good many of my classmates. We ran across each other in the mall . . . I decided instead of waiting for the long way around, I'd just go ahead and introduce them right there. he he. That was . . . interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some trust in chariots, and some in horses, (and some in a 4.0 gpa), but we will remember the name of the Lord our God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107133628844859052?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107133628844859052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107133628844859052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107133628844859052' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107119204954474854</id><published>2003-12-11T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T17:21:36.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Three guesses as to where I'm posting from today! Well, maybe you only need one. I really get sick of school. Fast. *sigh* I spend more time in this room than I do in my own room at home! Good grief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am worried about one thing more and more lately: if I cannot even comprehend what the teachers want from me now, what on earth makes me think I can do the work in college? If I cannot measure up now, what will change so that I can measure up later? *sigh* This is a very defeating train of thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not by might, nor by power, but by my Spirit says the Lord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107119204954474854?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107119204954474854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107119204954474854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107119204954474854' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107110735696694665</id><published>2003-12-10T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T17:50:02.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I have now made up my mind that science is about the most useless profession on the face of planet earth. No disrespecting any science people, but seriously. Science thought the earth was flat, thought the universe revolved around the earth, and has since changed their mind on just about any subject you can think up. Now what on earth brought that on? you may be asking. Just the irritating fact that they have no idea what's going on . . . ever. ARGH! I'm not going to get more specific than that. We'll just leave it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad to be HOME. I never, never, never want to leave. *sigh* The problem is that tomorrow morning around 7:30ish I'm going to have to. That's the bane of school. You have to leave home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've complained long enough, I really do have to go prepare for my AP US Civil War presentation tomorrow. I'm presenting on the battle of Shiloh, which was basically only notable for the number of people killed (around 23,000). Zzzz. When, pray tell, is the last time YOU had someone come up to you and say, "For $30,000, how many people died at the Battle of Shiloh?" Three out of four people would stare at you blankly and ask what the Battle of Shiloh was. . . Sometimes I really wonder if ANY of this stuff comes in handy. Enough! I said I was done complaining! Really, I am now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jesus, make me a gentle and quiet person who praises all day long instead of complains. Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107110735696694665?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107110735696694665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107110735696694665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107110735696694665' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107101955362795695</id><published>2003-12-09T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T17:26:38.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Math test today and AP Quiz. Did I say Monday was bad? I hate Mondays cleverly disguised as Tuesdays too! he he. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at peace and I am content, though the storm flies about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a friend we have in Jesus, all our sins and griefs to bear . . . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107101955362795695?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107101955362795695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107101955362795695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107101955362795695' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107093717485153100</id><published>2003-12-08T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T18:33:38.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I loathe and despise Mondays. Really! I got to school late today (Inspector Gadget drove (Teacher was sick . . . for those who have ears to hear). . . he can be kinda OBLIVIOUS at times . . . REALLY!) I thought I had a Mandarin test all first three periods . . . Learned I had an algebra test tomorrow (along with an AP US quiz . . .)ARGH!!!! Then, I get to Mandarin 4th period, start seriously studying it, until, after about 15 minutes of working on the workbook and not the test, it dawns on me that TUESDAY and NOT Monday is the day for the test . . . *sigh* On a happier note, I was prepared for AP class!!!!!! I was much less prepared for the Bible quiz (but I still passed . . . not exactly hard when you've studied the book about seven times). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be pleasing to You, pleasing to You. May the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be pleasing to You, my God. That is what the Christian faith is all about: pleasing God. May He be highly peased with me, and with you, the reader. :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107093717485153100?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107093717485153100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107093717485153100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107093717485153100' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107084919127678395</id><published>2003-12-07T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T18:07:14.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Today (being close to Christmas) the pastor preached about Christ's birth. Sunday . . . more specifically, communion Sunday. I partook of communion . . . Christ's life and death all in one. . . He came to die that hideous death with the whip ripping out his flesh, his head being hit again and again, big SCARY thorns pushed down on his head, nailed to wood beams with iron . . . That's what He came to do . . . for love . . . See from His head, His hands, His feet, sorrow and love flow mingled down Did e'er such love and sorrow meet? Or thorns compose so rich a crown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, this child, after 2000 years of His death . . . is still talked about. Why? Why should we care? Because He didn't stay dead. He rose again. And now is seated at the right hand of the throne of God. . . He is the only way to make it into heaven. That's why we still care. That's why we still sing His praise. That's why we will sing His praise forever and ever. Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107084919127678395?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107084919127678395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107084919127678395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107084919127678395' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107073598493758403</id><published>2003-12-06T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T10:40:26.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Today is Saturday . . . And if you could drink the Spirit of God, oh boy would I have a nasty hangover from last night. I cannot tell you how refreshing it felt to be among people who WANTED to worship God. . . (which says volumes about my Christian school chapel . . . Unfortunately). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just planning to kind of kick back, relax, and do homework today . . . Yeah. Not much has actually been going on lately (besides school-related stuff). Just kind of quiet . . . Which is nice, but I fear it may be the quiet before the storm . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have peace and joy in Christ. I run to His loving arms, and just stay there. It's quiet and peaceful and holy there. . . I have nowhere I'd rather be. . . Than in His arms of love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107073598493758403?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107073598493758403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107073598493758403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107073598493758403' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745041.post-107067276733191577</id><published>2003-12-05T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T17:06:48.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Once AGAIN I'm posting from school . . . *sigh* At least Boris, the little man who lives in my sock drawer says I'm normal. (Don't pay any attention to that last sentance. I'm merely being strange(r than usual)). ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am once again growing gray hair due to an AP class . . . those things can b very detrimental to your sanity . . .Somehow, though, God always sees me through (for which I am eternally grateful :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not by might, nor by power, but by my Spirit says the Lord . . . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5745041-107067276733191577?l=saved1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107067276733191577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5745041/posts/default/107067276733191577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saved1.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107067276733191577' title=''/><author><name>Bookworm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16680445631102518281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
