<?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-6312971</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:19:36.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roccia Sopra</title><subtitle type='html'>"When I discover who I am, I’ll be free."-Ralph Ellison


</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rocciasopra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocciasopra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07771852272313985848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312971.post-107919968979790806</id><published>2004-03-13T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T09:45:18.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is gonna be my last post here because I've finally gotten around to moving everything. I'll let all of my contacts know where. If you want know where I moved to and you don't know me,  ask me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107919968979790806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107919968979790806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocciasopra.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107919968979790806' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07771852272313985848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312971.post-107910890209929725</id><published>2004-03-12T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T08:31:51.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;3  Ying and  BrenWoo!! Spring Break!! Uh huh uh huh!! I did absolutley nothing yesterday. There was a pep rally during first hour because the sr. girls are going to the state finals. Whatever. Josh, Kayla, Brandi, Eric, and Myself kept flicking rubberbands at eachother through the whole thing. I flicked one and I missed Eric and it hit some teacher and I thought I was gonna get it but she just</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107910890209929725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107910890209929725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocciasopra.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107910890209929725' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07771852272313985848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312971.post-107889003279709287</id><published>2004-03-09T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T20:03:07.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;3  Ying &lt;- Jason Wade of Lifehouse *sigh*I'm in trouble. Solo-Ensemble is April 3rd and I haven't even looked over my music. Ah, well next week is Spring break so maybe..Anyway, yeah I've got a duet with Heather and a solo. I'm playing something called "Melody" by Shuman with Heather and I'm play the "Theme From Swan Lake".Tomorrow I'm going to see "The Passion of the Christ" again with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107889003279709287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107889003279709287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocciasopra.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107889003279709287' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07771852272313985848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312971.post-107871820844204833</id><published>2004-03-07T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T20:09:36.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>plugs&lt;3 Ying and SuThis is freaky.The Girl Who Feels No Painlol..10 worst album covers of all time. they are REALLY bad</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107871820844204833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107871820844204833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocciasopra.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107871820844204833' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07771852272313985848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312971.post-107861206736152809</id><published>2004-03-06T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T14:33:32.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> plugs&lt;3 YingI got this in an email..Scary Psychological TestRead this question, come up with an answer, and then scroll down tothe bottom for the result. This is not a trick question. It is as itreads.A woman, while at the funeral of her own mother, met this guy whomshe did not know. She thought this guy was amazing, She believed him to be her dream man and she fell in love with him </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107861206736152809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107861206736152809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocciasopra.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107861206736152809' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07771852272313985848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312971.post-107860884072991403</id><published>2004-03-06T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T14:22:07.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think the barbie one is funny because I actually do have blonde hair and blue eyes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107860884072991403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107860884072991403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocciasopra.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107860884072991403' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07771852272313985848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312971.post-107819949804614999</id><published>2004-03-01T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T19:58:50.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Survey.. stolen from ChelseyName: ChelseaNickname(s): Chels, Chalisa, Tahiti and Princess Elizabeth (looong story)Look: blonde, 5'3(shut up), blue-green eyes, ah..I'm waiting for my digital camWhere do u live?: why bother? you've never heard of it..Favorite color(s): dark gray, silver, brick red, midnight blueDo you sleep with a stuffed animal? SometimesZodiac Sign: CancerDo you trust </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107819949804614999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107819949804614999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocciasopra.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107819949804614999' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07771852272313985848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312971.post-107819403923947681</id><published>2004-03-01T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T18:52:41.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>plug&lt;3 Ying, Stefanie, Amy, and Sunny Thanks!I had a long weekend. Friday was Trussie's birthday and I went bowling with her, Josh, Brian, Amanda, Eric, and Justin. Brian was putting our initials into the thing and he put FAG for his and got mine screwed up and put CNM instead of CMN, so he was calling me Cinimin because that's what it sounds like if you say it fast. It sounds like a hamster </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107819403923947681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107819403923947681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocciasopra.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107819403923947681' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07771852272313985848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312971.post-107776794967519515</id><published>2004-02-25T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T20:01:59.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You probably won't get a lot of these. Some of them are inside jokes. I know, inside jokes suck but it would take too long trying to explain them. "Run away little hobbit! Run away!"-Daniel"Zach told me you said that"-Brandi"That's weird.."-me"Did you say it?"-Brandi"Not to him.."-me"Let it all out! Go 'grrr!!!!' "-Krestin"Mufasa!!!"-me"Oooh! Say it again! Say it again!"-Krestin"Oh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107776794967519515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107776794967519515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocciasopra.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107776794967519515' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07771852272313985848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312971.post-107776597191718950</id><published>2004-02-25T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T19:30:53.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>plugs&lt;3 Ying and Su Really, everyone go see  "The Passion of the Christ". My mom saw the 4 o'clock and she came home crying and started saying how much she never wanted to see it again and that's the exact same thing Mr. Mincer said. Well, still you should go see it. Everyone should experience that at least once. I still haven't seen it yet, but I know I'm going twice. I'm still going Saturday </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107776597191718950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107776597191718950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocciasopra.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107776597191718950' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07771852272313985848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312971.post-107759451421239809</id><published>2004-02-23T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T19:57:58.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>plugs&lt;3 Jenni, Su, and Ying Whoa! The colors! Yeah, gray and white did something to my eyes. I don't like this very much. I hate pink.I made lots of MSN display pics.Did you know that little horns grow out of onions when they get old? I didn't!! I was cleaning out the fridge and I found something wrapped in aluminum foil, opened it, and practically fainted. Those things are scary looking! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107759451421239809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107759451421239809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocciasopra.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107759451421239809' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07771852272313985848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312971.post-107750471352770008</id><published>2004-02-22T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T19:30:59.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>plugs&lt;3  Ying and Su and go see Sunny. She's got a new layout.I'm drinking a cappuccino and am full of energy, so this could be a long post.Have you ever met one of those people that just copy other people's personality? It's like, they don't have any opinions or anything of their own they just agree with people that are close to them. Those kind of people drive me insane!! They should just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107750471352770008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107750471352770008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocciasopra.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107750471352770008' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07771852272313985848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312971.post-107734330641556419</id><published>2004-02-20T21:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T22:06:28.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>plugs&lt;3  Sunny and  YingI'm so tired. Kayla wanted me to help her with a webpage for her msn profile so I've been working on that. It still looks like crap, but I don't care. She can learn how to do it.Have you ever said something over and over until it just sounded really strange to you? Just a second ago I was reading and came across the word 'daughter'. I said it and was like "hey, that's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107734330641556419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107734330641556419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocciasopra.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107734330641556419' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07771852272313985848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312971.post-107730188374281736</id><published>2004-02-20T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T20:32:59.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>plugs&lt;3 Sunny and  SuI'm so bored. I'm not at school because of teacher inservice or whatever. Kayla is in the living room watching CMT..*shudders*Yesterday, Amanda was here and we went outside to see Maggie. Amanda threw Maggie's ball in the pool and I reached over to get it and looked down and there was a dead squirrel floating right by my hand!! I thought it was a cat or something and I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107730188374281736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107730188374281736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocciasopra.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107730188374281736' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07771852272313985848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312971.post-107707413361715887</id><published>2004-02-17T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T20:34:39.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>plugs&lt;3 SunnySORRY. Yeah um whoever gueesed the song, I'm sorry, but I accidentally deleted it. You might wanna send it back..I don't really have anything to blog about except I've had this stuck in my head. Kayla let me copy her CD."All Of This"-Blink182With all of this I know nowEverything inside of my headIt all just goes to show howNothing I know changes me at allAgain I wait for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107707413361715887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107707413361715887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocciasopra.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107707413361715887' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07771852272313985848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312971.post-107688077126232067</id><published>2004-02-15T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T13:37:05.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Somewhere In Between-LifehouseI can't be losing sleepover this, no I can'tand now I cannot stop pacinggive me a few hoursI'll have this all sorted outif my mind would just stop racing cause I cannot stand stillI can't be this unsturdythis cannot be happening this is over my headbut underneath my feetcause by tomorrow morningI'll have this thing beatand everything will be back to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107688077126232067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107688077126232067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocciasopra.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107688077126232067' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07771852272313985848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312971.post-107673246403928481</id><published>2004-02-13T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T20:26:23.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Friday the 13th and Happy early Valentine's Day. I probably won't blog tomorrow. Whoa, that's scary. Friday the 13th and then Valentine's Day?"The Siamese Cat Song" from "Lady and the Tramp"We are Siameez if you please, We are Siameez if you don't please, We are former residents of Siam, There are no finer cats than we am, We are Siamese with very dainty claws, Please observing paws, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107673246403928481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107673246403928481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocciasopra.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107673246403928481' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07771852272313985848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312971.post-107664161867686380</id><published>2004-02-12T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T19:14:51.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't remember who I stole this from..What's the story behind your blog name? It supposedly means Rock On in ItallianHave you ever witnessed death? NopeDo you write poetry? Yes. I also write short stories and screenplaysWhat's the longest time you've stayed out of the country/where? never leftOne thing you're grateful for today. My cell phoneDescribe your dream wedding. Uh... i dunno.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107664161867686380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107664161867686380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocciasopra.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107664161867686380' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07771852272313985848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312971.post-107654262334034688</id><published>2004-02-11T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T15:39:33.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate the dentist.  I had to go back and get two more fillings. The left side of my mouth and my tongue is numb. I sound funny. This is so gross! My mouth feels all rubbery..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107654262334034688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107654262334034688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocciasopra.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107654262334034688' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07771852272313985848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312971.post-107638445584259242</id><published>2004-02-09T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T19:43:23.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lol, I was talking to Brandi and told her that I wanted to get my nose pierced, I was kidding because I would probably never do that. Yeah, anyway she got hers done! I haven't seen it yet because school was canceled again. Msn is ticking me off. It won't let me get into my email or my IM!Oh yeah, go look at the 'stuff' over there -&gt;I worked on it a  lot today.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107638445584259242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107638445584259242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocciasopra.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107638445584259242' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07771852272313985848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312971.post-107629891220513662</id><published>2004-02-08T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T19:57:38.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the last hour I have managed to take a shower, do my current event, write a rough draft for my dinosaur extinction theories report, clean out binder, burn a CD,  microwave and consume a hot pocket, and feed puppies. That's a lot if you're like me. I went to Brandi's Thursday night, she came here Friday night, and Amanda was here last night. I went to church with Amanda tonight. They were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107629891220513662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107629891220513662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocciasopra.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107629891220513662' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07771852272313985848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312971.post-107595282285071178</id><published>2004-02-04T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T19:49:23.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow. I have to do a paper on different theories about why  dinosaurs are extinct. There are some really messed up people out there. Here are few stupid ones I found.The dinosaurs never existed, and all of the bones found were planted by aliens for a jokeThe development of suicidal factors, perhaps in a similar way to lemmings, who are meant to commit mass suicide if overcrowded and stressed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107595282285071178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107595282285071178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocciasopra.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107595282285071178' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07771852272313985848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312971.post-107560907478970727</id><published>2004-01-31T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T20:22:01.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just got off of the phone with Brandi, Tasha, and a guy Brandi likes named Matt. It was funny. Brandi called Tasha, Tasha 3 wayed me, and I added Matt. Matt didn't know that Tasha and I were on the phone and he said something really bad and Tasha and I both starting cracking up. He was so confused it was really funny..*sigh*I took two rolls of pictures I took one day during P.E. to get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107560907478970727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107560907478970727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocciasopra.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107560907478970727' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07771852272313985848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312971.post-107543454250206017</id><published>2004-01-29T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T19:19:04.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been a really long day. I went to the dentist and had to get a filling. After that, I went to Sonic. It's pretty hard trying  to drink coke out of a straw when the whole right side of your mouth is numb, let me tell ya. I got it all over myself. I don't have school tomorrow!! Teacher Inservice or something. I'm so happy..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107543454250206017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107543454250206017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocciasopra.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107543454250206017' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07771852272313985848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312971.post-107521201419658448</id><published>2004-01-27T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T06:02:23.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not fair! It didn't snow enough and I've still gotta go to school. I didn't finish my paper!!!!!! The buses are running an hour late, so maybe I've got enough time to do it..... have a nice day</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107521201419658448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107521201419658448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocciasopra.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107521201419658448' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07771852272313985848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312971.post-107516473517466090</id><published>2004-01-26T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T16:55:27.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>8 Facts About Penguins1.) There are at least 18 different species of penguins. There may be as many as 100 million penguins in the world2.) They don't fly. They swim.3.) They lay 2 eggs, but raise 1 chick.4.) They eat krill, fish or squid.5.) Penguins live in large groups called colonies or rookery.6.) All penguins live in the Southern Hemisphere. Some live in Antarctica, Coast of South </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107516473517466090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107516473517466090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocciasopra.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107516473517466090' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07771852272313985848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312971.post-107516316040994144</id><published>2004-01-26T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T19:19:37.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blah! Homework..I have to write a composition on The Tollund Man for science and then a legend for english and something for history. There probably won't even be school tomorrow anyway. It's snowing!!!! I'm not going to put it off, though. My New Year's resolution is to stop procrastinating. In science I was sharing a computer with Brittany, Kendra, and Dana and we were looking up something </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107516316040994144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107516316040994144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocciasopra.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107516316040994144' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07771852272313985848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312971.post-107508584495484514</id><published>2004-01-25T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T19:20:20.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I finally got to see The Return of the King last night. It was very good, Kayla was crying by the end of it. She's such a dork. After the movie, I went home with Kayla and this morning I went to church with her. When we got back we were bored and decided to make oatmeal masks. It turned out she didn't have anything we needed so we just threw a bunch of stuff into a bowl and added hot water and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107508584495484514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107508584495484514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocciasopra.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107508584495484514' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07771852272313985848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312971.post-107491491569693851</id><published>2004-01-23T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T19:21:33.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have no idea what I did wrong.  I've been crying a lot lately. This is so complex. I thought everything was going to be perfect, but I don't guess I should be too surprised. I haven't been right about much lately. I can sort of relate to this song right now..Rest in Pieces-SalivaLook at me, my depth perception must be off againCause this hurts deeperthan I thought it didIt has not healed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107491491569693851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107491491569693851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocciasopra.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107491491569693851' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07771852272313985848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312971.post-107431869266573095</id><published>2004-01-16T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T19:22:04.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Oh yeah, it's Friday.."Hi"-Manda"Bye"-Trussie"I'm hi not bye!"-me"are you..?"-Justin   Justin being a perv"Look, there's Mr. Mincer"-Brandi"Really? I thought he died.."-me*Brandi gives me a strange look*"...or maybe I dreamed that.."-me"Who's got study hall?!"-me"We've got study hall!!"-almost everyone in study hall   "I'm not letting you cut, you cutter!"-me"Fine! I won't let </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107431869266573095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107431869266573095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocciasopra.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107431869266573095' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07771852272313985848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312971.post-107431141263679421</id><published>2004-01-16T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T19:22:31.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There was a pep rally today during 3rd period. When everone stood up to sing the Alma Mater, several people including myself stayed seated and when it was over the hs principal said that he "Needs to see everyone that didn't stand up in his office right now!" I didn't go, but he caught up with me later and gave me a little speech. He banned everyone that didn't stand  from every pep rally for the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107431141263679421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107431141263679421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocciasopra.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107431141263679421' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07771852272313985848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312971.post-107413903942294757</id><published>2004-01-14T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T19:22:58.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I went to the eye specialist guy yesterday. I don't have Glaucoma! The dr. was really weird. I walked in and he was all "Why helloooo, it's good to see you." and he kept calling me Darling. He was funny though. Anyway, he dilated my eyes and did a lot of tests that had to do with bright lights right in my eye and then I got pictures taken of the backs of my eyes. Not fun. I couldn't see anything</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107413903942294757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107413903942294757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocciasopra.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107413903942294757' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07771852272313985848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312971.post-107387431947302297</id><published>2004-01-11T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T18:25:40.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My life is rated PG.What is your life rated?Okay, I'm going to bed now. I promise.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107387431947302297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107387431947302297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocciasopra.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107387431947302297' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07771852272313985848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312971.post-107387373439895520</id><published>2004-01-11T17:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T19:23:49.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm sick of saying it doesn't matter when it means so much to me.8:07pmI woke up this morning and my throat was so sore. I think it's because I went to Tasha's party Friday night and I had to ride with the guys on the way back from the bowling alley so Colleen could ride with Tasha and Amanda because she got there late. Anyway, we were riding around with the windows rolled down and it was like</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107387373439895520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312971/posts/default/107387373439895520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rocciasopra.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107387373439895520' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07771852272313985848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
