<?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-5430852451024714596</id><updated>2011-07-08T03:31:28.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life is so random...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheygee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430852451024714596/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheygee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rachelgee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dCXH2KYKVg/Sgi5TEKXAYI/AAAAAAAAB6s/66QEeIKCtQ8/S220/Photo+906.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430852451024714596.post-3411913519050797008</id><published>2010-04-21T21:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:15:54.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so I had to write a poem for english.. critique?</title><content type='html'>Love is... A Flower&lt;br /&gt;A seed, small, but surely it is there&lt;br /&gt;As routes grow underneath, it is silent, hidden&lt;br /&gt;It cannot be seen until the timid stem peeps its head out of the soil&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, it grows&lt;br /&gt;The nervous, frail stem it once was gets stronger and boldly stands up-right for all to see&lt;br /&gt;A bud forms&lt;br /&gt;It leisurely develops, but one day, when you least expect it&lt;br /&gt;A brilliantly-lit energetic, vibrant flower blooms&lt;br /&gt;And that is when love has truly formed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430852451024714596-3411913519050797008?l=racheygee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheygee.blogspot.com/feeds/3411913519050797008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://racheygee.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-i-had-to-write-poem-for-english.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430852451024714596/posts/default/3411913519050797008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430852451024714596/posts/default/3411913519050797008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheygee.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-i-had-to-write-poem-for-english.html' title='so I had to write a poem for english.. critique?'/><author><name>rachelgee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dCXH2KYKVg/Sgi5TEKXAYI/AAAAAAAAB6s/66QEeIKCtQ8/S220/Photo+906.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430852451024714596.post-2647065942519906522</id><published>2010-03-28T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T20:54:18.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biology homework...</title><content type='html'>...makes me want to kill myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430852451024714596-2647065942519906522?l=racheygee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheygee.blogspot.com/feeds/2647065942519906522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://racheygee.blogspot.com/2010/03/biology-homework.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430852451024714596/posts/default/2647065942519906522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430852451024714596/posts/default/2647065942519906522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheygee.blogspot.com/2010/03/biology-homework.html' title='Biology homework...'/><author><name>rachelgee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dCXH2KYKVg/Sgi5TEKXAYI/AAAAAAAAB6s/66QEeIKCtQ8/S220/Photo+906.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430852451024714596.post-5203966051764173516</id><published>2009-10-20T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:04:54.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>high school</title><content type='html'>isnt quite as happy as it was in the beginning. there's no drama thank god&lt;br /&gt;...  but there is so much stress. this shit actually counts in life so i need to get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; grades.&lt;br /&gt;my dad like hates me when i dont too. and my mom just says whatever he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like someone though...&lt;br /&gt;and when we talk/hang out well its actually great. lunch, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yearbook&lt;/span&gt;, dance, and &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is the best... and &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;spanish&lt;/span&gt; isnt all that bad either. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that soon life will be less stressful and i will be able to enjoy the little things a bit more... at least how i once did(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430852451024714596-5203966051764173516?l=racheygee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheygee.blogspot.com/feeds/5203966051764173516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://racheygee.blogspot.com/2009/10/high-school.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430852451024714596/posts/default/5203966051764173516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430852451024714596/posts/default/5203966051764173516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheygee.blogspot.com/2009/10/high-school.html' title='high school'/><author><name>rachelgee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dCXH2KYKVg/Sgi5TEKXAYI/AAAAAAAAB6s/66QEeIKCtQ8/S220/Photo+906.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430852451024714596.post-3169441444052401730</id><published>2009-07-22T10:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T10:07:18.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>florida</title><content type='html'>is quite hot. and humid.&lt;div&gt;but its all right with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my cousin julia, aunt iris, and ONE-YEAR-OLD cousin bradley will be joining my sister and grandparents here in florida on saturday. tonight i will be having dinner with my BFFF &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(best friends from florida) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i met them last year and seriously we were meant to be friends though we live on opposite sides of the US.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im super excited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then on friday i will sleepover at their house along with my sister. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im having fun here..... but im starting to get bored here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss my friends so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and worst of all..... i think i reallllllly like a guy, and for some reason it sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im glad that all the drama is behind me and im kind of looking forward to a new school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;highschool hopefully will be fun cause ive got 4 years of it coming on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have texting which highly excites me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i am hoping to stay ing touch with good friends and loose the bad ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye for now but not forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430852451024714596-3169441444052401730?l=racheygee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheygee.blogspot.com/feeds/3169441444052401730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://racheygee.blogspot.com/2009/07/florida.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430852451024714596/posts/default/3169441444052401730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430852451024714596/posts/default/3169441444052401730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheygee.blogspot.com/2009/07/florida.html' title='florida'/><author><name>rachelgee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dCXH2KYKVg/Sgi5TEKXAYI/AAAAAAAAB6s/66QEeIKCtQ8/S220/Photo+906.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430852451024714596.post-8552828640999628144</id><published>2009-06-26T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T18:37:47.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YMCA</title><content type='html'>is fun.&lt;br /&gt;i want to do it next year.. i looooove being a CIT. its just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;my favorite things i have done so far are meeting estelle and tylan[:&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 them&lt;br /&gt;beating up brandon with a water botttle... hahaha (long story, he deserved it MAJORLY)&lt;br /&gt;first day of texting at camp&lt;br /&gt;zoo! (moorpark) hahaha the monkeys&lt;br /&gt;sean and taji&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;WATER FIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;killing like 1,000,000,000 ants... no joke.&lt;br /&gt;lanyards&lt;br /&gt;beads&lt;br /&gt;friendship bracelets&lt;br /&gt;this summer is turning out pretty good so far and its only the 3rd week!&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for florida!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430852451024714596-8552828640999628144?l=racheygee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheygee.blogspot.com/feeds/8552828640999628144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://racheygee.blogspot.com/2009/06/ymca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430852451024714596/posts/default/8552828640999628144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430852451024714596/posts/default/8552828640999628144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheygee.blogspot.com/2009/06/ymca.html' title='YMCA'/><author><name>rachelgee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dCXH2KYKVg/Sgi5TEKXAYI/AAAAAAAAB6s/66QEeIKCtQ8/S220/Photo+906.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430852451024714596.post-5416958622518557457</id><published>2009-06-08T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T18:35:28.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its weird..</title><content type='html'>lately im not happy&lt;br /&gt;or excited for some reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel that im not the hyper little exciting person i once was.&lt;br /&gt;even though summer is close and i say im excited&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel like my emotion switch is just shut off&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how it happened.&lt;br /&gt;nothing HORRIBLE is happening right now.&lt;br /&gt;i mean there's one thing... but i dont think thats it.&lt;br /&gt;whatever. i just hope i get "better".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430852451024714596-5416958622518557457?l=racheygee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheygee.blogspot.com/feeds/5416958622518557457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://racheygee.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-weird.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430852451024714596/posts/default/5416958622518557457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430852451024714596/posts/default/5416958622518557457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheygee.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-weird.html' title='its weird..'/><author><name>rachelgee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dCXH2KYKVg/Sgi5TEKXAYI/AAAAAAAAB6s/66QEeIKCtQ8/S220/Photo+906.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430852451024714596.post-9111027489680142240</id><published>2009-06-01T19:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T19:06:41.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saying goodbye looser...[:</title><content type='html'>wow... so a lot of things have changed in the past two days.&lt;br /&gt;i found out that my "best friend" who i never was really close with was talking behind my back saying that i really 'let myself go' , but atleast i have a pretty face&lt;br /&gt;well shes one to talk&lt;br /&gt;anyways, she never had been a great friend, 7 months later she still hasn't given me a birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;she always makes catty remarks not knowing what she has done wrong&lt;br /&gt;and get pissed at me for no reason. i dont need to surround myself with people as bitchy as her so i decided today that i am forever not her friend anymore.&lt;br /&gt;friends dont gossip saying mean things about another and if they do then they shouldnt be treated as friends.&lt;br /&gt;so goodbye looser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel better knowing that im not faking a friendship any longer because i never liked her that much, i was mainly her friend only because it is rare that she is capable making new friends because of her habbits. i know its kinda mean but i only tell the truth on my blog[:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430852451024714596-9111027489680142240?l=racheygee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheygee.blogspot.com/feeds/9111027489680142240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://racheygee.blogspot.com/2009/06/saying-goodbye-looser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430852451024714596/posts/default/9111027489680142240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430852451024714596/posts/default/9111027489680142240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheygee.blogspot.com/2009/06/saying-goodbye-looser.html' title='saying goodbye looser...[:'/><author><name>rachelgee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dCXH2KYKVg/Sgi5TEKXAYI/AAAAAAAAB6s/66QEeIKCtQ8/S220/Photo+906.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430852451024714596.post-8024893938345931971</id><published>2009-05-26T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T15:57:52.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick.</title><content type='html'>being sick isnt fun.&lt;br /&gt;the best part, is when you get to miss school but the older you get the less fun even that is cause you have to make up so much work.&lt;br /&gt;hmm i left at lunch today.&lt;br /&gt;13 days of school left&lt;br /&gt;i just straightened my hair&lt;br /&gt;im gonna get a new gift for promotion&lt;br /&gt;drama is okay&lt;br /&gt;im in summer health but online&lt;br /&gt;saturday was the best day of my life in a long long time&lt;br /&gt;i love amy&lt;br /&gt;i love taylor&lt;br /&gt;i love andrea&lt;br /&gt;im gonna see tegan and sara july 5&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for june 8th oh i hope i got into dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;random thoughts i know, but if you have a problem with that then you should read my blog![:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;hmmm life sucks just a little bit right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430852451024714596-8024893938345931971?l=racheygee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheygee.blogspot.com/feeds/8024893938345931971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://racheygee.blogspot.com/2009/05/sick.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430852451024714596/posts/default/8024893938345931971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430852451024714596/posts/default/8024893938345931971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheygee.blogspot.com/2009/05/sick.html' title='sick.'/><author><name>rachelgee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dCXH2KYKVg/Sgi5TEKXAYI/AAAAAAAAB6s/66QEeIKCtQ8/S220/Photo+906.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430852451024714596.post-8729622378135198475</id><published>2009-05-20T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:36:48.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an ode to sandcastles</title><content type='html'>not really, i SOOO cannot do poetry, well heres my hypothetical lesson of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sandcastles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are horrible&lt;br /&gt;i mean i always have a picture on how its gonna look, my obviously my skills in making sandcastles are limited.&lt;br /&gt;and all that time spent on making it for what??&lt;br /&gt;just to see a wave engulf it and turn it back into a great big pile of mush?&lt;br /&gt;theres no magic like you see in the movies&lt;br /&gt;but how can you become a pro at making them when you have no experience?&lt;br /&gt;oh well, but right now... its too young to learn for it all means nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;anyone who reads this... if your confused, then you have a right to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-RCG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430852451024714596-8729622378135198475?l=racheygee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dCXH2KYKVg/Sgi5TEKXAYI/AAAAAAAAB6s/66QEeIKCtQ8/S220/Photo+906.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430852451024714596.post-3885490639913298946</id><published>2009-05-17T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T10:53:17.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my batmitzvah</title><content type='html'>was a year ago..&lt;br /&gt;its so weird thinking that it was a year ago already.&lt;br /&gt;that went so fast.&lt;br /&gt;when i start thinking about that, i feel so old though im only 14&lt;br /&gt;too bad i never have an excuse to wear my beautiful dress i bought :(&lt;br /&gt;heehee, i sometimes though like randomly.&lt;br /&gt;my sisters party was so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;omg. i loved it and i hope i can have a party like that!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha it was so cute and surprisingly my sister has some pretty kickass friends&lt;br /&gt;they are going to be SOO much fun to hang out with when their drunk... jk&lt;br /&gt;but they were acting like they were.. its the fruit punch i guess.&lt;br /&gt;the only bad part was that amy wasnt there but were gonna make it up and roxie and her are going to have to go to the mall sometime soon[:&lt;br /&gt;love you!!&lt;br /&gt;-RGC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430852451024714596-3885490639913298946?l=racheygee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheygee.blogspot.com/feeds/3885490639913298946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://racheygee.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-batmitzvah.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430852451024714596/posts/default/3885490639913298946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430852451024714596/posts/default/3885490639913298946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheygee.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-batmitzvah.html' title='my batmitzvah'/><author><name>rachelgee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dCXH2KYKVg/Sgi5TEKXAYI/AAAAAAAAB6s/66QEeIKCtQ8/S220/Photo+906.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430852451024714596.post-3473430981179952594</id><published>2009-05-15T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:35:50.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beach was fun</title><content type='html'>i just made brownies and they smell yummy[:&lt;br /&gt;i REALLY want some but imma wait till tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt want to go into the water cause it was cold... but i went in 2 times. and my body was numb&lt;br /&gt;but i loved it. and i got super hyper and screamed a bunch&lt;br /&gt;fun. fun. fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 the beach so much&lt;br /&gt;sarah's party tomorrow im excited so much cause roxie and .. uhh, AMS *wink, wink*&lt;br /&gt;is coming over. yay!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430852451024714596-3473430981179952594?l=racheygee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheygee.blogspot.com/feeds/3473430981179952594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://racheygee.blogspot.com/2009/05/beach-was-fun.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430852451024714596/posts/default/3473430981179952594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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cause the beach trip wasnt that much fun... and cause im a bad-ass&lt;br /&gt;heehee&lt;br /&gt;but in 6th grade i only lost 1 point and being a goody-two-shoes-kiss-up-sixth-grader i made it up.. and i went on the beach trip&lt;br /&gt;this year though, i mean its my last but i lost no points lol&lt;br /&gt;so im going and im gonna get a tan!&lt;br /&gt;cause im in desperate need for one&lt;br /&gt;ugh, middle school has so much drama and pointless relationships (im not pointing my finger at someone in particular)&lt;br /&gt;i think its just so stupid and it doesnt mean a thing, i mean its not like your gonna marry you middle school "sweetheart". whatever&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note i CANNOT WAIT FOR SATURDAY, theres gonna be some major partying in mah houseeee lol... sortof jk. but not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-RGC&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dCXH2KYKVg/Sgi5TEKXAYI/AAAAAAAAB6s/66QEeIKCtQ8/S220/Photo+906.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430852451024714596.post-4628401530300896822</id><published>2009-05-13T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:49:55.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so i took a quiz</title><content type='html'>on what religion i should be based on my beliefs, and i got that i should be a &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Theravada Buddhist&lt;/span&gt;, and now i think im going to look it up[:&lt;br /&gt;i never heard of one before but i think that these kind of quizes are cool.&lt;br /&gt;mostly because there are tons of people who are a certain religion only because they were born into it and then they are told what to believe. my family is pretty lax about religion and im pretty lucky to be able to chose things like this.&lt;br /&gt;so here ya go... its the link:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.beliefnet.com/Entertainment/Quizzes/BeliefOMatic.aspx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its pretty interesting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430852451024714596-4628401530300896822?l=racheygee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheygee.blogspot.com/feeds/4628401530300896822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://racheygee.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-i-took-quiz.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430852451024714596/posts/default/4628401530300896822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430852451024714596/posts/default/4628401530300896822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheygee.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-i-took-quiz.html' title='so i took a quiz'/><author><name>rachelgee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dCXH2KYKVg/Sgi5TEKXAYI/AAAAAAAAB6s/66QEeIKCtQ8/S220/Photo+906.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430852451024714596.post-230089381025328093</id><published>2009-05-11T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:23:43.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel good,</title><content type='html'>i just helped someone&lt;br /&gt;so here's what happened.... (its a long story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my best friend roxie* was dating matt* for like 3 months&lt;br /&gt;and i didnt find out untill about a month after they started dating&lt;br /&gt;matt was a little bit obsessed with roxie and after a while she couldnt handle it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;she didnt say yes to him in the first place because she felt bad if she said 'no' or just&lt;br /&gt;because they were friends... infact up until his whole problem, she didnt regret dating him&lt;br /&gt;im still not sure that she does.&lt;br /&gt;now roxie is one of the nicest people anyone is sure to meet, i mean you could search the world and never find someone quite as nice as her. and its not just that... she funny, smart, has a great personality, kind heart, and if that wasnt enough, shes quite pretty if i do say so myself. and i have had the pleasure of knowing her since 2nd grade. [:&lt;br /&gt;matt on the otherhand, is smart, can be funny, and a super nice person too. but i didnt know him until 7th grade so only about 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;he adored her, i mean whats not to like about roxie??&lt;br /&gt;but he was more like a lost puppy than a boyfrien. yes, he gave her a cute stuffed animal for valentines day and was a good boyfriend. but pretty soon... she was tired of the random awkward scilence that would fill the room randomly and him following her around 24/7. she knew that she had dragged it out far too long. and that she had to end it and that it would hurt him but continueung ut woulld be just that much worse. so one day... she ended it.&lt;br /&gt;from then on, he has been totally depressed. he quit track, which was one of his favorite things to do. and started swearing... but i dont know much details about that. he skipped school .... mostly because he had the flu... but i think part of the time he was underthe weather but not from being sick.&lt;br /&gt;but IT WASNT ROXIE'S FAULT!&lt;br /&gt;i mean what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; she to do?&lt;br /&gt;she though he would get over her but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three weeks past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and that brings me to today.&lt;br /&gt;i was talking to matt on facebook today.&lt;br /&gt;he told me that he couldnt get over her and he still wont... he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adores&lt;/span&gt; her.&lt;br /&gt;literally that was the EXACT word he used.&lt;br /&gt;not knowing him very well made it a little bit awkward. and even though hes still obviously depressed, i think my little lame-therapist-impression may have worked just a bit.&lt;br /&gt;i told him that getting over roxie would be difficult and though people expect it to just happen, it doesnt work that way. everyone will have a different rate that their reactions happen just like chemicals. and you cant force a chemical reaction. you just have to let the chips fall where they may. matt will get over roxie... but only time can tell. so i think im going to ask mr. second hand just when that is. now im going to post this before it gets any longer and before i sound anymore like a fortune cookie :D&lt;br /&gt;goodnight my love&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;-RGC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fake code names&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430852451024714596-230089381025328093?l=racheygee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheygee.blogspot.com/feeds/230089381025328093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://racheygee.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-feel-good.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430852451024714596/posts/default/230089381025328093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430852451024714596/posts/default/230089381025328093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheygee.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-feel-good.html' title='i feel good,'/><author><name>rachelgee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dCXH2KYKVg/Sgi5TEKXAYI/AAAAAAAAB6s/66QEeIKCtQ8/S220/Photo+906.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430852451024714596.post-288153602040732194</id><published>2009-05-11T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T16:47:41.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first day of star testing...</title><content type='html'>was kinda weird.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno... so many rules!&lt;br /&gt;i mean they spend like 15 mins telling how to fill in a bubble...&lt;br /&gt;i mean god! we are in what now? 8th grade?&lt;br /&gt;and we have been testing since 2nd grade... i think by 6 years they dont need to spend a half an hour telling us how to write our teacher and school name on the paper.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever enough of my complaining.&lt;br /&gt;the test wasnt too bad, we started on english today.&lt;br /&gt;but they gave us way too much time.&lt;br /&gt;i finished and there was still and hour and a half left until we were released.&lt;br /&gt;and we only started on what was supposedly part one. but that was only 35 questions.&lt;br /&gt;i wish we just got all of the english over with.&lt;br /&gt;well tomorrow we start on math so that should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;i like math and this year.... im good at it!&lt;br /&gt;so whatever im excited[:&lt;br /&gt;-RGC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430852451024714596-288153602040732194?l=racheygee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheygee.blogspot.com/feeds/288153602040732194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://racheygee.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-day-of-star-testing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430852451024714596/posts/default/288153602040732194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430852451024714596/posts/default/288153602040732194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheygee.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-day-of-star-testing.html' title='first day of star testing...'/><author><name>rachelgee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dCXH2KYKVg/Sgi5TEKXAYI/AAAAAAAAB6s/66QEeIKCtQ8/S220/Photo+906.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430852451024714596.post-8764838915764064419</id><published>2009-05-10T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:58:45.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my first post</title><content type='html'>so my name is Rachel Cohen&lt;br /&gt;i am in my last year of middle school and i am 14 years old&lt;br /&gt;i dont know much about life but what i can infer is that nothing is truly simple&lt;br /&gt;when it is... then your doing something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i dont really like writing that much, but who knows?&lt;br /&gt;this blog might just help me change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;this is just for me, a private place to write my thoughts so maybe i can look back at this someday.&lt;br /&gt;im probally not going to write in this very often but ill see.&lt;br /&gt;who knows what life will bring me next...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430852451024714596-8764838915764064419?l=racheygee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://racheygee.blogspot.com/feeds/8764838915764064419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://racheygee.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-first-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430852451024714596/posts/default/8764838915764064419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430852451024714596/posts/default/8764838915764064419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://racheygee.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-first-post.html' title='my first post'/><author><name>rachelgee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dCXH2KYKVg/Sgi5TEKXAYI/AAAAAAAAB6s/66QEeIKCtQ8/S220/Photo+906.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
