<?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-8154872383493643026</id><updated>2011-08-01T13:53:24.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>London's Corner</title><subtitle type='html'>My thoughts; concerns; pics; and everyday life!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>London</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R_6_Hi57idI/AAAAAAAAACk/l1dIaocFQsc/S220/100_0629.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154872383493643026.post-284187979164492889</id><published>2009-07-02T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T21:43:04.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chelsea</title><content type='html'>This specific post is for my dearest sister. . .I know that you are missing home, but you'll be home soon enough. We all miss you dearly! You know that I always love you and I hope you are having a blast at the beach! I will make sure to call you from the airport before I leave. I'll call you from California, too. I believe you owe me a few bear hugs when we see each other again! lol. Stay sweet and stay away from those beach boys! Although that kinda makes me a hypicrite. lol. I love you so much and I always will!!!! :)! I can't wait to see my gift you got me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8154872383493643026-284187979164492889?l=londonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/284187979164492889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8154872383493643026&amp;postID=284187979164492889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/284187979164492889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/284187979164492889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/chelsea.html' title='Chelsea'/><author><name>London</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R_6_Hi57idI/AAAAAAAAACk/l1dIaocFQsc/S220/100_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154872383493643026.post-6594567273773628173</id><published>2009-07-02T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T08:15:53.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>China</title><content type='html'>I leave for a different country on July 4th. CHINA!!! I'm going with a government program called People to People. I am very excited. . .but very nervous, too. So much is going to change! If anyone reading this has any tips for traveling please comment! I need all the help I can get. I'm gone for 17 days without my family. I get to see the Tarikota warriors, stay with a Chinese family for a night, meet government officials, visit Chinese schools, see a  silk worm factory. It's going to be amazing!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8154872383493643026-6594567273773628173?l=londonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6594567273773628173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8154872383493643026&amp;postID=6594567273773628173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/6594567273773628173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/6594567273773628173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/china.html' title='China'/><author><name>London</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R_6_Hi57idI/AAAAAAAAACk/l1dIaocFQsc/S220/100_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154872383493643026.post-6063526610608199311</id><published>2009-07-02T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T08:10:36.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtle Beach</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I last posted. I recently started a journal and I thought instead that I could use this blog as one. I'll start with my week long trip at Myrtle Beach. Well. . .to be more specific, a certain part, with a certain guy. :)! His name was Bobby and he was 17!!!! We would sit on the beach for hours at night. He was gorgeous!!! We would sit really close together and just talk. . .until the last night. Nothing extremely bad happened! I was close to him. He continued to compliment me the entire night. It was really windy outside and I got cold, so he gave me his shirt! (He had an undershirt on.) To top the night off. . .He kissed me on my cheek several times!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D!!! Life is amazing! He would've kissed my lips but I had a cold sore. This is where life sucks. lol. Oh well! I had an amazing time!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8154872383493643026-6063526610608199311?l=londonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6063526610608199311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8154872383493643026&amp;postID=6063526610608199311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/6063526610608199311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/6063526610608199311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/myrtle-beach.html' title='Myrtle Beach'/><author><name>London</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R_6_Hi57idI/AAAAAAAAACk/l1dIaocFQsc/S220/100_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154872383493643026.post-8825272179546231097</id><published>2008-12-24T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T14:44:32.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight!</title><content type='html'>So I know by now you have all heard of the series and movie called Twilight. I am obsessed. (To the least.) I am all for Edward but Jacob is up there. It's kind of 60% Edward and 40% Jacob if you know what I mean. If you haven't already read the book (not the movie) than you need to. It is amazing! I have read some terrific books but nothing compares. Once you start you can't stop. The way Stephanie Meyer (the author) describes everything in detail is amazing. Now, personally, I'm not one for the mythical books but I don't even realize that it's about were-wolves and vampires. You will get so rapped up in the book you start to feel the emotions the characters are feeling. I hope you enjoy this series as much as I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8154872383493643026-8825272179546231097?l=londonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8825272179546231097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8154872383493643026&amp;postID=8825272179546231097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/8825272179546231097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/8825272179546231097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight.html' title='Twilight!'/><author><name>London</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R_6_Hi57idI/AAAAAAAAACk/l1dIaocFQsc/S220/100_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154872383493643026.post-5527847615476823724</id><published>2008-09-05T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T13:16:28.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Latin and Shoes</title><content type='html'>So the first week of school is now over...finally! Today was definitely not the best of the 4 days, though. The bus ride to Latin was really bad. The guy I sat next to rolled his eyes and huffed at me! Then I smiled at a guy I knew and he completely ignored me!&lt;br /&gt;       To top the bus ride off, my shoes made my feet look really wide. Plus it looked like I was wearing slippers.&lt;br /&gt;       I am just glad the week is over and hope that next Friday is a little bit better! I hope everyone's day was better then mine, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8154872383493643026-5527847615476823724?l=londonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5527847615476823724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8154872383493643026&amp;postID=5527847615476823724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/5527847615476823724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/5527847615476823724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/09/latin-and-shoes.html' title='Latin and Shoes'/><author><name>London</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R_6_Hi57idI/AAAAAAAAACk/l1dIaocFQsc/S220/100_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154872383493643026.post-2542999087368947314</id><published>2008-08-29T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T13:05:15.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School!!!</title><content type='html'>I am so excited about school starting! I start the first Tuesday of September. I have most of my supplies and my book bag is so cute! Well, technically its a purse. I am on the same team as one of my best friends and my boy friend, so this year is looking up for me! I hope everyone else is just as excited as me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8154872383493643026-2542999087368947314?l=londonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2542999087368947314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8154872383493643026&amp;postID=2542999087368947314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/2542999087368947314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/2542999087368947314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/08/school.html' title='School!!!'/><author><name>London</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R_6_Hi57idI/AAAAAAAAACk/l1dIaocFQsc/S220/100_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154872383493643026.post-9111891394480204584</id><published>2008-08-11T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T19:04:51.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flobots!</title><content type='html'>The Flobots are the BEST band I have ever heard (and I have heard A LOT of bands)! They send messages through each and every song. The Flobots have a new cd out called "Fight With Tools".  Some of their songs are "Handlebars" "There's a War Going on for Your Mind" "MayDay!!!" and plenty more awesome songs! To check them out go to www.flobots.com or www.flobots.net.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8154872383493643026-9111891394480204584?l=londonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/9111891394480204584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8154872383493643026&amp;postID=9111891394480204584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/9111891394480204584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/9111891394480204584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/08/flobots.html' title='The Flobots!'/><author><name>London</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R_6_Hi57idI/AAAAAAAAACk/l1dIaocFQsc/S220/100_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154872383493643026.post-2501395631296042160</id><published>2008-07-29T07:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T07:10:16.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>I am having a great summer! Mo took me to a DC United game and it was the best time of my life! He gave me a bracelet that I hardly ever take off. Matthew is so freakin hot and sweet and nice. He is like perfect! I made $100. I've gone on some really cool vacations. I am so nervous about 8th grade! I have to ride the high school bus in the mornings because I am taking Latin. I hope you people are having a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fantabulous&lt;/span&gt; time as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8154872383493643026-2501395631296042160?l=londonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2501395631296042160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8154872383493643026&amp;postID=2501395631296042160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/2501395631296042160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/2501395631296042160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>London</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R_6_Hi57idI/AAAAAAAAACk/l1dIaocFQsc/S220/100_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154872383493643026.post-7325666824672561894</id><published>2008-05-24T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T13:54:34.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>party</title><content type='html'>Well it wasn't really a party but Mo came over Friday! He brought one of his friends Liam which was really cool. They came over at 6:00 and left at like 11:30. We played RockBand and went outside to play basketball. then at 10:00 we went outside to watch National Treasure 2. Me and Mo cuddled under the blankets. It was so much fun and I can't wait to do it again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8154872383493643026-7325666824672561894?l=londonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7325666824672561894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8154872383493643026&amp;postID=7325666824672561894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/7325666824672561894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/7325666824672561894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/05/party.html' title='party'/><author><name>London</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R_6_Hi57idI/AAAAAAAAACk/l1dIaocFQsc/S220/100_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154872383493643026.post-2653779480137422329</id><published>2008-05-16T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T15:53:47.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Boyfriends</title><content type='html'>He asked me out! Mo asked me out! He did it in 4th period. I kind of knew because he told one of my friends that he was gonna do it and of course she told me. I was waiting for it all period and he did toward the end! I said yes...of course. I could feel that I was blushing but i wasn't sure if he could tell. I told the girl who was in on everything and asked if my face was red and she said, "It's past red, it's &lt;em&gt;purple&lt;/em&gt;!". I was so embarrassed. Oh well. I'm so happy! This means that he can come over next weekend! I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8154872383493643026-2653779480137422329?l=londonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2653779480137422329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8154872383493643026&amp;postID=2653779480137422329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/2653779480137422329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/2653779480137422329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-boyfriends.html' title='New Boyfriends'/><author><name>London</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R_6_Hi57idI/AAAAAAAAACk/l1dIaocFQsc/S220/100_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154872383493643026.post-3873729361528284331</id><published>2008-05-15T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T14:12:23.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Crushes</title><content type='html'>So I have a new crush. His nickname is Mo and he's really cute! He is in 2 of my classes, sweet, cares, and a soccer player. How hot?! One of my friends told him I liked him (I told her to) and turns out another girl likes him! I just need to persuade him to chose me instead of her. Even if I don't know who &lt;em&gt;she &lt;/em&gt;is. My dad said I could invite him and a few other friends over for movies and games. I hope he asks me out before school ends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8154872383493643026-3873729361528284331?l=londonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3873729361528284331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8154872383493643026&amp;postID=3873729361528284331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/3873729361528284331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/3873729361528284331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-crushes.html' title='New Crushes'/><author><name>London</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R_6_Hi57idI/AAAAAAAAACk/l1dIaocFQsc/S220/100_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154872383493643026.post-6978307458667894376</id><published>2008-04-30T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T16:14:18.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tear Drops</title><content type='html'>Have you ever liked someone and you get really close, but then they get ripped from underneath you. That's how I feel. My best friend new I liked this guy and she liked him too. He was about to ask me out when she came out of no where and stole him from me. I know it's fair game, but she knew I liked him! Now, I hate them both, but I told them I was sorry for being so snappy at them. Every time their on AIM I'm on too and we do a chat. They act as if I'm not there. They talk about how much they love each other and crap like that. Even though they both know that I'm in pain. I feel like crying. I liked him so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8154872383493643026-6978307458667894376?l=londonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6978307458667894376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8154872383493643026&amp;postID=6978307458667894376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/6978307458667894376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/6978307458667894376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/04/tear-drops.html' title='Tear Drops'/><author><name>London</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R_6_Hi57idI/AAAAAAAAACk/l1dIaocFQsc/S220/100_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154872383493643026.post-6975402706438485486</id><published>2008-04-17T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T17:32:28.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>My birthday is in 3 days! My party is this Saturday, on my birthday. How cool? My theme is the red carpet and I get to invite 40 people. M y sisters and their friends are gonna be waitresses and my dad is gonna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DJ&lt;/span&gt;. It's going to be in the backyard during dusk. there's gonna be guitar hero, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;karaoke&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ddr&lt;/span&gt;, a dance floors, and awards to hand out to the best "gamer" and stuff like that. I'll be sure to put up pics. Can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8154872383493643026-6975402706438485486?l=londonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6975402706438485486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8154872383493643026&amp;postID=6975402706438485486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/6975402706438485486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/6975402706438485486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/04/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>London</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R_6_Hi57idI/AAAAAAAAACk/l1dIaocFQsc/S220/100_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154872383493643026.post-5739334883281658205</id><published>2008-03-20T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T14:22:47.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SLOW DANCE-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round? Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight? Or gazed at the sun into the fading night? You better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last. Do you run through each day on the fly? When you ask How are you? Do you hear the reply? When the day is done Do you lie in your bed with the next hundred chores running through your head? You'd better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last. Ever told your child, We'll do it tomorrow? And in your haste, Not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch, Let a good friendship die Cause you never had time To call and say,'Hi' You'd better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last. When you run so fast to get somewhere You miss half the fun of getting there. When you worry and hurry through your day, It is like an unopened gift....Thrown away. Life is not a race. &lt;em&gt;Do take it slower,hear the music...before the song is over.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is so sad!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8154872383493643026-5739334883281658205?l=londonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5739334883281658205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8154872383493643026&amp;postID=5739334883281658205' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/5739334883281658205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/5739334883281658205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/03/slow-dance.html' title='Slow Dance'/><author><name>London</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R_6_Hi57idI/AAAAAAAAACk/l1dIaocFQsc/S220/100_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154872383493643026.post-5412563162834135761</id><published>2008-03-17T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T17:57:40.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;         &lt;strong&gt;This is my family!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R98RSrRn2xI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-Na2Tg7ow14/s1600-h/100_0573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178877109051317010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R98RSrRn2xI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-Na2Tg7ow14/s200/100_0573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R98RpbRn2yI/AAAAAAAAACE/2jlLhFma7ys/s1600-h/100_0595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178877499893340962" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" height="154" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R98RpbRn2yI/AAAAAAAAACE/2jlLhFma7ys/s200/100_0595.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R98QzrRn2wI/AAAAAAAAAB0/B5zNIR-Uux4/s1600-h/IMG_1074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178876576475372290" style="WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" height="199" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R98QzrRn2wI/AAAAAAAAAB0/B5zNIR-Uux4/s200/IMG_1074.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R98SZ7Rn2zI/AAAAAAAAACM/ZR5wHc-nsOc/s1600-h/100_0437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178878333116996402" style="WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="200" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R98SZ7Rn2zI/AAAAAAAAACM/ZR5wHc-nsOc/s200/100_0437.JPG" width="77" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marc&lt;/strong&gt;  (Daddy)         &lt;strong&gt;Darby&lt;/strong&gt;  (Sister)                   &lt;strong&gt;Chelsea&lt;/strong&gt;  (Sister)               &lt;strong&gt;Tammie&lt;/strong&gt;  (Mommy)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R98RSrRn2xI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-Na2Tg7ow14/s1600-h/100_0573.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R98RSrRn2xI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-Na2Tg7ow14/s1600-h/100_0573.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8154872383493643026-5412563162834135761?l=londonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5412563162834135761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8154872383493643026&amp;postID=5412563162834135761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/5412563162834135761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/5412563162834135761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/03/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>London</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R_6_Hi57idI/AAAAAAAAACk/l1dIaocFQsc/S220/100_0629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R98RSrRn2xI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-Na2Tg7ow14/s72-c/100_0573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154872383493643026.post-656708161007889689</id><published>2008-03-10T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T16:16:44.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy Crazy!</title><content type='html'>It's hard to find a decent white boy in 7th grade. I'm not racist... but come on. You have to admit that in 7th grade all the cute boys are into their friends and not into girls or they don't know how to show it. I don't need a guy to make me feel good about myself, but it wouldn't hurt! I did hear that someone was going to ask me out. He is white, cute, and a little imature. If he asks me out I might say yes... I'm still not sure?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8154872383493643026-656708161007889689?l=londonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/656708161007889689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8154872383493643026&amp;postID=656708161007889689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/656708161007889689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/656708161007889689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/03/boy-crazy.html' title='Boy Crazy!'/><author><name>London</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R_6_Hi57idI/AAAAAAAAACk/l1dIaocFQsc/S220/100_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154872383493643026.post-8123006800654429507</id><published>2008-02-28T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T15:27:58.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wanted change? New hairstyle, make-up or clothes? I do. I can't help feeling that I'm not the best I could be. That there's something missing. I know I'm beautiful. I try different things but none of it works! I'm getting sick of the same old me. I want to start fresh. So, when I walk by people go "Who was that?" (in a good way). I just don't know what to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8154872383493643026-8123006800654429507?l=londonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8123006800654429507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8154872383493643026&amp;postID=8123006800654429507' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/8123006800654429507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/8123006800654429507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/02/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>London</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R_6_Hi57idI/AAAAAAAAACk/l1dIaocFQsc/S220/100_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154872383493643026.post-7907185423901776305</id><published>2008-02-26T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T14:09:58.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;It really works! I know someone my age shouldn't be stressed out, but I am. So everyday when I get home from school each day... I do yoga. I don't feel stressed anymore and I have the energy to finish out the rest of the day. You should try it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8154872383493643026-7907185423901776305?l=londonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7907185423901776305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8154872383493643026&amp;postID=7907185423901776305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/7907185423901776305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/7907185423901776305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/02/yoga.html' title='Yoga'/><author><name>London</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R_6_Hi57idI/AAAAAAAAACk/l1dIaocFQsc/S220/100_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154872383493643026.post-3734865594709822128</id><published>2008-02-19T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T13:48:39.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;I went to a birthday party and we went to the Shotpump mall to "shop till we drop"! I spent $280 at Hollister,Aeropostale, and PacSun. To top it off we arrived and departed in a white,strech limo... how cool is that? After we were done shopping we all went back to her house to sleep over. I had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8154872383493643026-3734865594709822128?l=londonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3734865594709822128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8154872383493643026&amp;postID=3734865594709822128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/3734865594709822128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/3734865594709822128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/02/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>London</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R_6_Hi57idI/AAAAAAAAACk/l1dIaocFQsc/S220/100_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154872383493643026.post-4846084905805420291</id><published>2008-02-05T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T15:57:27.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;I found out who made the basketball team! Some of the people didn't even want to try out, but they still made the team. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; think the scores were rigged. Oh well, I did not make the cuts but I still have next year. I am going to practice my heart out and go to camps in the summer. I am going to make the team next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8154872383493643026-4846084905805420291?l=londonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4846084905805420291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8154872383493643026&amp;postID=4846084905805420291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/4846084905805420291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/4846084905805420291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/02/cuts.html' title='Cuts'/><author><name>London</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R_6_Hi57idI/AAAAAAAAACk/l1dIaocFQsc/S220/100_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154872383493643026.post-5721739272257780900</id><published>2008-02-04T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T15:59:53.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>final shots</title><content type='html'>Today was the last day of basketball try-outs! My best friend said that she didn't think me or her was ging to make it. Plus, my other friend said I had an "off" day. I think I did okay! I am so nervous because they make cuts tomorrow. There are a lot of good girls. I just have to think positive. Even if I don't make it... this was a great experience. Now I know what I need to practice over the summer too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8154872383493643026-5721739272257780900?l=londonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5721739272257780900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8154872383493643026&amp;postID=5721739272257780900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/5721739272257780900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/5721739272257780900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/02/final-shots.html' title='final shots'/><author><name>London</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R_6_Hi57idI/AAAAAAAAACk/l1dIaocFQsc/S220/100_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154872383493643026.post-1081053464314263918</id><published>2008-01-29T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T14:46:07.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try-outs</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;My school's basketball try-outs are this Thursday. I don't know why I am so nervous. I have played for seven yrs. I am excellent at deffense but I totally &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;suck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at offense! I can't shoot. There are a lot of girls I know who are trying out. They are all incredible! Oh well, wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8154872383493643026-1081053464314263918?l=londonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1081053464314263918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8154872383493643026&amp;postID=1081053464314263918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/1081053464314263918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/1081053464314263918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/01/try-outs.html' title='Try-outs'/><author><name>London</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R_6_Hi57idI/AAAAAAAAACk/l1dIaocFQsc/S220/100_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154872383493643026.post-7385151592341389517</id><published>2008-01-19T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T15:08:56.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Won't stay single 4 long!</title><content type='html'>I won't stay single 4 long. There's this guy... (let's call him J) who I know 4 a fact that he likes me. I like him 2!One little prroblem, he won't ask me out! I don't know why because he knows I like him. Infact he was looking 4 me at school to ask me out. Then I come face to face with him and he doesn't say anything! Not even hey. I can hook my friends up, but I can't get a guy 4 myself. How wierd is that? Oh wel, things always work out 4 the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8154872383493643026-7385151592341389517?l=londonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7385151592341389517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8154872383493643026&amp;postID=7385151592341389517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/7385151592341389517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/7385151592341389517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/01/wont-stay-single-4-long.html' title='Won&apos;t stay single 4 long!'/><author><name>London</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R_6_Hi57idI/AAAAAAAAACk/l1dIaocFQsc/S220/100_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154872383493643026.post-2835994951587669779</id><published>2008-01-19T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T15:01:16.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Single</title><content type='html'>I'm single baby! I broke up with my boyfriend last week. I feel so free! I do feel bad though, because he liked me so much. He said he &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;loved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me. I broke up with him because I just didn't like him anymore. Our "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roller coaster&lt;/span&gt;" was over and it was time to find a new ride. It was hard, but I didn't want to lie to him anymore. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gotta&lt;/span&gt; do what you gotta do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8154872383493643026-2835994951587669779?l=londonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2835994951587669779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8154872383493643026&amp;postID=2835994951587669779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/2835994951587669779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/2835994951587669779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/01/single.html' title='Single'/><author><name>London</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R_6_Hi57idI/AAAAAAAAACk/l1dIaocFQsc/S220/100_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154872383493643026.post-4827904906571269086</id><published>2007-12-08T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T08:07:33.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>good times</title><content type='html'>He came over to my house yesterday! We just talked. He brought over his best friend (who is also my friend too). We had a great time. I looked at my boyfriends photos on his camera and scared the boys so bad. I had a great time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8154872383493643026-4827904906571269086?l=londonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4827904906571269086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8154872383493643026&amp;postID=4827904906571269086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/4827904906571269086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/4827904906571269086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/2007/12/good-times.html' title='good times'/><author><name>London</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R_6_Hi57idI/AAAAAAAAACk/l1dIaocFQsc/S220/100_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154872383493643026.post-5945414440146897060</id><published>2007-11-28T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T15:10:43.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>Finally! The guy I've liked since the begging of the year...asked me out! Well, sort of. He asked someone to ask me out for him...but that's ok. He's on the basketball team, tall, smart, and cute. He's PERFECT! I'm so excited. I said yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8154872383493643026-5945414440146897060?l=londonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5945414440146897060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8154872383493643026&amp;postID=5945414440146897060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/5945414440146897060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/5945414440146897060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/2007/11/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>London</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R_6_Hi57idI/AAAAAAAAACk/l1dIaocFQsc/S220/100_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154872383493643026.post-7577893849086817859</id><published>2007-11-16T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:12:11.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Boyfriend</title><content type='html'>I have decided between the 2 guys. I only like the one I haven't gone out with. I t turns out there's a rumor that he likes me too. I think he's going to ask me out. Ahhh, I am soooo nervous and excited. If he does ask me out I'm going to say yes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8154872383493643026-7577893849086817859?l=londonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7577893849086817859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8154872383493643026&amp;postID=7577893849086817859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/7577893849086817859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/7577893849086817859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/2007/11/future-boyfriend.html' title='Future Boyfriend'/><author><name>London</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R_6_Hi57idI/AAAAAAAAACk/l1dIaocFQsc/S220/100_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154872383493643026.post-3701006917433010056</id><published>2007-11-16T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:06:18.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Details on the dance</title><content type='html'>It finally came. Today was the dance. I went with a bunch of my friends and had the best time of my life! They played my favorite songs ever. They played Kiss Kiss and Soulja Boy. Who needs guys to have fun. I can't wait for the next dance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8154872383493643026-3701006917433010056?l=londonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3701006917433010056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8154872383493643026&amp;postID=3701006917433010056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/3701006917433010056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/3701006917433010056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/2007/11/details-on-dance.html' title='Details on the dance'/><author><name>London</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R_6_Hi57idI/AAAAAAAAACk/l1dIaocFQsc/S220/100_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154872383493643026.post-6455172643050338872</id><published>2007-11-12T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T14:29:14.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance</title><content type='html'>The school dance is this Friday. I'm so excited! I don't have a date but my friends and I are going together. We are going to have tons of fun. I might go with a guy as friends only! I'm still not fully sure yet. I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8154872383493643026-6455172643050338872?l=londonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6455172643050338872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8154872383493643026&amp;postID=6455172643050338872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/6455172643050338872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/6455172643050338872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/2007/11/dance.html' title='Dance'/><author><name>London</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R_6_Hi57idI/AAAAAAAAACk/l1dIaocFQsc/S220/100_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154872383493643026.post-4990373236976095013</id><published>2007-11-07T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T13:13:40.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyfriends</title><content type='html'>Seems like everyone has a boyfriend now a days. Holding hands, kissing, hugging... all that good stuff. All my buds are unavailable or taken (not that I want to go out with them). I feel so left out. I know that my life is so hectic and that a boyfriend would only get in the way. I just want someone to rely on to trust, sometimes your b.f.f's aren't the only one's you need to talk to. Oh well, my mom says that guys come when your not even looking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8154872383493643026-4990373236976095013?l=londonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4990373236976095013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8154872383493643026&amp;postID=4990373236976095013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/4990373236976095013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/4990373236976095013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/2007/11/boyfriends.html' title='Boyfriends'/><author><name>London</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R_6_Hi57idI/AAAAAAAAACk/l1dIaocFQsc/S220/100_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154872383493643026.post-7915519286884905373</id><published>2007-10-22T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T16:55:09.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear Fest</title><content type='html'>I went to Fear Fest at Kings Dominion... and it was the scariest place ever! If you have ever been to Kings Dominion and rode the antique cars, they had that ride all spooked out ad people would jump out at you all dressed up. They had a haunted house and teens came out of that screaming bloody murder! There was also really scary people dressed up walking around coming up to me scaring them but if you screamed and ran then they would chase you. If you love being scared then this is the place to be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8154872383493643026-7915519286884905373?l=londonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7915519286884905373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8154872383493643026&amp;postID=7915519286884905373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/7915519286884905373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/7915519286884905373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/2007/10/fear-fest.html' title='Fear Fest'/><author><name>London</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R_6_Hi57idI/AAAAAAAAACk/l1dIaocFQsc/S220/100_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154872383493643026.post-781557922752815397</id><published>2007-10-19T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T12:39:12.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends?</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't typed in a long time. I think I like another boy but not sure? He is definitely a great friend but &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not sure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I want to date him? I know it wouldn't last long, but it would be interesting. I'm not sure if he likes me or not, but we definitely friends. I don't want it to ruin our friendship. I think I'll just wait to see what he does then make my decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8154872383493643026-781557922752815397?l=londonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/781557922752815397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8154872383493643026&amp;postID=781557922752815397' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/781557922752815397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/781557922752815397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/2007/10/friends.html' title='Friends?'/><author><name>London</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R_6_Hi57idI/AAAAAAAAACk/l1dIaocFQsc/S220/100_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154872383493643026.post-7866301464473721616</id><published>2007-10-11T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T12:28:08.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Break up</title><content type='html'>Problems solved! My boyfriend broke up with me and I know I'm supposed to feel bad, but I don't. I feel relived. He was an okay guy but I got caught up in the moment and said I would go out with him. I was actually going to break up with him too, so it worked out! We are still friends. Nothing else really happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8154872383493643026-7866301464473721616?l=londonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7866301464473721616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8154872383493643026&amp;postID=7866301464473721616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/7866301464473721616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/7866301464473721616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/2007/10/break-up.html' title='Break up'/><author><name>London</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R_6_Hi57idI/AAAAAAAAACk/l1dIaocFQsc/S220/100_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154872383493643026.post-8942517904513503121</id><published>2007-10-10T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T16:20:11.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumor</title><content type='html'>I found out who started the rumor. It was my neighbor! How mean. Anyway, Nothing really excited happened today. I went to a football game and we lost. Oh well, keep reading for tomorrows post. LATER!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8154872383493643026-8942517904513503121?l=londonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8942517904513503121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8154872383493643026&amp;postID=8942517904513503121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/8942517904513503121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/8942517904513503121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/2007/10/rumor.html' title='Rumor'/><author><name>London</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R_6_Hi57idI/AAAAAAAAACk/l1dIaocFQsc/S220/100_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154872383493643026.post-7788097805572871614</id><published>2007-10-09T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T14:21:41.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Out</title><content type='html'>A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;RUMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; got started at school that me and my boyfriend made out! It is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; not true. Everyone keeps coming up to me asking if it's true but it's not! I have know idea who started all of this but I definitely going to get to the bottom of this. I'll keep you guys posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8154872383493643026-7788097805572871614?l=londonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7788097805572871614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8154872383493643026&amp;postID=7788097805572871614' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/7788097805572871614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/7788097805572871614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/2007/10/make-out.html' title='Make Out'/><author><name>London</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R_6_Hi57idI/AAAAAAAAACk/l1dIaocFQsc/S220/100_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154872383493643026.post-1735188826390757383</id><published>2007-10-08T07:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T07:37:35.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;I&lt;/span&gt; have a ton of homework. In civics I have to create my own Declaration of Independence, in Science I have to create a test for me to study with, and in language I have to write purssuasive essay. Plus, it's all due this Wed.!I finished my Science and Language, I'm "supposed" to be working on my Civics homework. Oh well, wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8154872383493643026-1735188826390757383?l=londonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1735188826390757383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8154872383493643026&amp;postID=1735188826390757383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/1735188826390757383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/1735188826390757383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/2007/10/homework.html' title='Homework'/><author><name>London</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R_6_Hi57idI/AAAAAAAAACk/l1dIaocFQsc/S220/100_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154872383493643026.post-6880786137578024289</id><published>2007-10-07T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T18:29:57.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused?</title><content type='html'>I like this guy who is really cool, infact he and I are going out. I went to a party and him and I talked and had a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;GREAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; time. He isn't like that at school though, he is actually really rude. So I don't know if I should dump him or not? I don't know whether or not he is going to continue to be rude or if he is going to be real boyfriend material. If you have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;ANY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; advice at all leave a comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8154872383493643026-6880786137578024289?l=londonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6880786137578024289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8154872383493643026&amp;postID=6880786137578024289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/6880786137578024289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8154872383493643026/posts/default/6880786137578024289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonscorner.blogspot.com/2007/10/confused.html' title='Confused?'/><author><name>London</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NtYCQDZzojo/R_6_Hi57idI/AAAAAAAAACk/l1dIaocFQsc/S220/100_0629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
