<?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-3700449416481983351</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:10:15.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>penny</title><subtitle type='html'>we're for eachother like a wop ba ba lu mop and wop bam boom.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-7278500875878775433</id><published>2009-01-24T15:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T15:26:03.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet Issues</title><content type='html'>My Internet has been down every morning since two days ago. I called Shaw and everything, but it hasn't been fixed. It lasted longer this morning, the Internet JUST started working. I had nothing to do so I went for a walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 more days 'till Korea.&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-7278500875878775433?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/7278500875878775433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=7278500875878775433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/7278500875878775433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/7278500875878775433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2009/01/internet-issues.html' title='Internet Issues'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-1773738481394270748</id><published>2009-01-21T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:14:58.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not too much happened the last couple of days, except my hubby David came back online! He moved to Saskatchewan and he wasn't on MSN for a while so we just all assumed he was dead. But yeah, he came back! I loves you David. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I lost my purple head band which was very dear to me. Probably somebody stepped on it in the snow, so I'm very sorry purple head band, and please RIP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school today, I wanted to stay after school to watch the basketball practice, but Ms Alyward totally kicked me out, so I was wondering how I would get home, since the bus was gone. I thought about calling my mom, but I decided against that, considering she probably already left for work. So I was just circling the school for a bit, until I spotted Daniel and Brandon waiting at the transit bus stop, so I just walked over. Then Daniel payed for me for the bus (thank you!) and we took it, and I got home safe and sound (: I loves you Daniel! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, that's it for now! &lt;br /&gt;Hope you're well, have a nice day. &lt;br /&gt;[ 15 more days 'till Korea] &lt;br /&gt;Penny :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-1773738481394270748?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/1773738481394270748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=1773738481394270748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/1773738481394270748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/1773738481394270748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-too-much-happened-last-couple-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-7975955740715412099</id><published>2009-01-18T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:54:53.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weirdest Dream</title><content type='html'>I had the weirdest dream, ever. It was kinda creepy but it's one I'd like to remember, just cuz it was so cool. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at school, and I wasn't wearing anything. (Weird, I know!) So I hid in the little corner of the fence, while my friends were helping me cover up. Then, I hear this loud screaming and banging, so I look up and it's the storage room door. The little window on the storage room door is covered with faces. (Our school doesn't have anything like this. Just a dream.) And I have no idea, but I have this instinct to run away from them. So I just grab my brother, and I have towel wrapped around me so I just start running, and there are two people coming after us. This young lady and my grandfather. So we're running and we're running and I'm not running with my brother anymore. It's this girl, a little older than me. I'm not naked anymore either. I'm wearing all white. We keep running until we get to this neighbourhood. Not even a neighbourhood... it's like, a group of townhouses. I have been to this "neighbourhood" before in other dreams. So we're still running away from them, and we know the place better than they do, so we try to lose them by running between streets, until we make it to this big white house with a really big backyard. The girl I'm running with is all like "I think we lost them, we should just curl up here and go to sleep for the night." So we are lying there in the soil, and I remember holding onto my friend really tight. I wake up the next morning and my friend is already awake. She said that "they" came by during the night searching for us but they couldn't see us. Then I'm all scared. [ I don't remember what happens here. ] ... Now we are inside a house, and I am wearing this big poofy blue dress! Weird! We are still running away from my grandad and that lady, and they are in the house. We hide in little corners and stuff. My grandad knows the lady that owns the house, so they are welcome inside the house, but the owner doesn't know we're in there. We sleep inside the house, by the little balcony they have. We wake up, and I hear a toilet flushing in the room beside us, and I get all freaked out. A guy my age comes out of the bathroom, but he doesn't see us. He sits on a rolley chair and he goes on the computer. There's no way that he can't see us, so I just walk up to him and he looks at me, but I don't think he cares. We explain to him what is happening, and he agrees to help us hide from them. So we go inside his little closety thing, and we are just sitting there for a while, talking to the guy. Then my grandad calls out to me from downstairs, and it sounds so familiar, I almost yell back. Then he comes upstairs into the room, and says hi to the guy which is apparently the house owner's son, and he looks around, and i remember scrouching down really low to make sure he couldn't see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was when my brother rammed into my room and woke me up and I got really, really mad at him because I wanted to see how my dream would end. I know it doesn't sound too interesting but it was really pretty cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I didn't do anything, really.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I couldn't come to your birthday party Manpreet!&lt;br /&gt;I went to the mall today and I was just looking around. I bought a book at Coles, and I had brunch. Then I came home and watched a movie. Fun? Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hope you're well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Penny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-7975955740715412099?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/7975955740715412099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=7975955740715412099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/7975955740715412099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/7975955740715412099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2009/01/weirdest-dream.html' title='Weirdest Dream'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-2498552446536939605</id><published>2009-01-16T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T20:21:49.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello (Again)</title><content type='html'>I will be switching back to this blog.&lt;br /&gt;I will try my best to keep this one for a while!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks :)&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-2498552446536939605?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/2498552446536939605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=2498552446536939605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/2498552446536939605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/2498552446536939605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-again.html' title='Hello (Again)'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-3705602008480862154</id><published>2009-01-16T20:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T20:15:44.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY GOSH!</title><content type='html'>(This is extremely detailed, you probably don't want to read it...)&lt;br /&gt;******* HILARIOUS CELEBRITY QUOTES AT THE BOTTOM! + Some pics *******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning, I had my phone with me. I stuffed it in my right hand mitten, and I was flapping it around in people's faces. Brittani told me to take it out, so I did, and I put it in my right pocket of my black jacket from Garage. (Am I being too thorough?). We all went inside, and I walked into my homeroom class with my jacket on. I put my backpack down on my chair and realized I was wearing my jacket, so I took it off and walked to my locker, and stuffed my jacket in my already-crowded locker. I usually don't use my phone in class, except Mr. K's sometimes, but I didn't use it at all that day. Then, we got dismissed from last period and I went to my locker... then I searched for my phone. First I checked my backpack because everything is usually in there... but it wasn't there. So I searched through my locker... and it wasn't there... I checked all my pockets, even the classroom, but it wasn't there, either. I started to panick and everybody helped me look but it wasn't anywhere. I went home on the bus and I worried... as soon as I got home, I called my mom to tell her I lost it. Then, I called Telus to tell them to block off the service from my phone, just in case it got stolen. I never found it that night. The next morning, I planned on checking every class I've been in, I would empty out my locker, I would check the office, I would ask everyone... I was really scared I lost it forever. I love my phone, it's like, my best friend. I can't live without it! I took the bus to school that morning and my bestie Fatima told me that for sure no body stole it, because something like this happened to her before, too. Personally, I didn't believe her because what if it really did get stolen? (Sorry!) Then we came inside, and I put my stuff on my desk, and I went to my locker to empty it out. Fatima was already standing there, my cellphone in her hand. I was so happy! I guess I yelled really loud because everyone was looking at me and everyone kept asking why I yelled in the morning, but I didn't notice. Fatima's so amazing, I love her! Thanks so much! &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say, just listening to Fall Out Boy! I usually don't listen to them, I just kinda... found them today! (: SUGAR WE'RE GOING DOWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Adam Brody. First seen him on the O.C., amazing show! Go watch it! Right now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292012558666420994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SXEBYkI30wI/AAAAAAAAAgc/pt0FtAz3PvQ/s200/adamlg6.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me, Desiree, and President Barrack Obama.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292013089014342834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SXEB3b1q5LI/AAAAAAAAAgk/y2SqU0JvVNM/s200/pizap_com0_9942961549386382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are some hilarious celebrity quotes! I'm putting a lot down, but I hope you read these because they're sure to give you a laugh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;"I get to go to lots of overseas places, like... Canada." -Britney Spears (she lives in America!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What's WalMart?! They sell like, wall stuff?" -Paris Hilton&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Smoking kills. And if you're killed, you've lost an important part of your life." -Brooke Shields&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Gay marriage should be between a man and a woman." -Arwald Schwarzenegger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"You guys, line up alphabetically by height." -Bill Peterson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"I think war is a dangerous place." -President Bush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"I owe a lot to my parents, especially my mother and father." -Greg Norman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Whenever I watch TV and see those poor starving kids all over the world, I can't help but cry. I mean I'd love to be skinny like that but not with all those flies and death and stuff" -Mariah Carrey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Predictions are difficult. Especially about the future." -Yogi Berra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They misunderestimated me." -President Bush&lt;br /&gt;"Facts are stupid things." -Ronald Reagan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"I may be dumb, but I'm not stupid." Terry Bradshaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"It isn't pollution that is hurting the environment, it's the impurities in our air and water that are doing it" -Dan Quayle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"I've never had major knee surgery on any other part of my body." -Winston Bennett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"Outside of the killings, Washington has one of the lowest crime rates in the country." -Marion Barry (Mayor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I've never really wanted to go to Japan. Simply because I don’t like eating fish. And I know that's very popular out there in Africa." -Britney Spears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pitching is 80% of the game. The other half is hitting and fielding." -Mickey Rivers&lt;br /&gt;"I love California, I practically grew up in Phoenix." -Dan Quayle&lt;br /&gt;"Put the 'off' button on." -President Bush&lt;br /&gt;"Food is an important part of a balanced diet." -Fran Lebowitz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"If it weren't for electricity we'd all be watching television by candlelight." -George Gobel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"I'm not anorexic. I'm from Texas. Are there people from Texas that are anorexic? I've never heard of one. And that includes me." -Jessica Simpson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Question: If you could live forever, would you and why?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: "I would not live forever, because we should not live forever, because if we were supposed to live forever, then we would live forever, but we cannot live forever, which is why I would not live forever." -Miss Alabama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"China is a big country, inhabited by many Chinese." -Charles De Gaulle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;lmao! Had a good laugh finding these! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'll write tomorrow, hope you're all well :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Penny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-3705602008480862154?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/3705602008480862154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=3705602008480862154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/3705602008480862154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/3705602008480862154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-my-gosh.html' title='OH MY GOSH!'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SXEBYkI30wI/AAAAAAAAAgc/pt0FtAz3PvQ/s72-c/adamlg6.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-2394457990954195607</id><published>2008-11-09T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T13:15:25.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>I haven't been posting much because, believe it or not, I've been studying for the exams. They are coming up this week, two at a time! How much pressure are they trying to put on us? It's really stupid because we have to finish a science project, too. And we have to finish stories for English! I've been studying extra hard the last two days, so I decided not to do anything at all today, but now I feel guilty for not studying. Ugh. And I'm in a group with Kayla and Brittani and Dean for the science projects, and Dean is definitely not going to do anything. I really don't know what's happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Report cards are on the 21st and I really need to get good grades this term. &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get off the computer.&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-2394457990954195607?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/2394457990954195607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=2394457990954195607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/2394457990954195607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/2394457990954195607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/11/exams.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-9114656076498278151</id><published>2008-11-04T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:10:06.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mezzo Spruce: The Amazing Tree&lt;br /&gt;  Once upon a time, a long, long time ago, when Earth did not even exist, there was a planet called Semkake. It was a very civilized planet. There were amazing technologies that you would not even dream of, and the citizens of this small planet were literally capable of doing anything. But out of all these wondrous, unimaginable technologies, there was a mechanism called the Mezzo Spruce that awed everybody. &lt;br /&gt;  An old inventor named Max Alexander Mezzo first created the Mezzo Spruce. He was fascinated by the future, and all his life, he wondered what would happen five, fifty, five hundred years from now. He devoted his entire life experimenting and trying to invent something incredible, which would, one day, show him the future. It took him nearly his whole life, but he never gave up, and sooner or later, he had invented something that nobody even thought of, something you would expect in a boring science fiction book. Max Mezzo died soon after constructing the Mezzo Spruce.&lt;br /&gt;  The Mezzo Spruce was designed to be indestructible. Nothing, no force at all, could destroy it. It would start off as a dull gray color, looking like something that you would pick up off the floor and put into the garbage. Then, after about a year of being fed and watered, it would turn into a little sprout. Then, it would start growing very rapidly into a tree. There was an extremely high-tech camera in the bark of the tree that would see everywhere on Earth, which would last forever. Although Max Mezzo could not witness the future himself, it became very useful to the next generations of people in the future.&lt;br /&gt;  There were only three exact copies of the Mezzo Spruce in the entire universe. One was kept on the planet of Semkake, one was sent to another planet close by, and the final one was sent to Planet Earth. It would be hundreds, thousands, millions of years before the Mezzo Spruce would even reach Earth, but better send them now then later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Billion Years Later On Earth&lt;br /&gt;“Ahh,” Prince Freddy yawned in his sleep.&lt;br /&gt;  Freddy was a small young boy of only eight, but he was very much respected, for he was the King’s only child. He was very handsome, with curly blonde hair and light hazel eyes, just like his father, and he had his mother’s pure skin and fit figure. Everybody was good to him, and he was unquestionably spoiled. Prince Freddy was a wonderful little boy who was in desperate need of a normal childhood. He did not know how to run and play like all the other little boys, he did not know how to have fun. &lt;br /&gt;  It was a hot day in mid July and it was the Prince’s ninth birthday. What a wonderful day it would be! He would wear his best clothes, be served the best food, and receive gifts from all around then country. &lt;br /&gt;  “Prince Freddy Sir, please wake up! It is your birthday today and I do not want you to miss this special day in your sleep! There are already a couple dozen packages addressed to you at the door, would you like me to bring them up? Please wake up Sir!” Barbara the maid called to him through his bedroom door.&lt;br /&gt;  “Thank you Barbara, I am up. Please bring the gifts up, and I will be downstairs very soon,” answered Prince Freddy.&lt;br /&gt;  “Yes, sir,” replied Barbara.&lt;br /&gt;  The Prince enjoyed his birthday dearly. It started with a delicious pancake breakfast served by his mother, followed by family company, then there was a big feast for lunch, of cakes, fruit, meat, and drinks, all imported from different parts of the world. After a filling lunch, there was a lot of time left for Prince Freddy to go talk to his family visitors. He often went outside to check if any more packages had arrived, and there was always some more at the door. Finally, just before he went to bed, he opened all of his hundreds of gifts. &lt;br /&gt;  For his birthday, Prince Freddy received enough money to make a poor man rich, enough clothes to dress a hundred naked men, loads and loads of children’s toys and games that would keep a child busy for a lifetime, and a new humongous bed that could fit seven grown men. He had also got a million knew knickknacks that he knew he would never play with, and a million new books that he knew he would never read. &lt;br /&gt;  After he thought he was finished opening the majority of his gifts, he looked around the room and spotted a small, cube shaped box with sparkly red paper and a golden ribbon tied around it. It had no label, but it was just human instinct to open it. So, Prince Freddy slowly took off the golden ribbon and carefully unwrapped the red paper to discover a polished wooden box. He opened the lid of the box to find a seed. It was in the shape of a teardrop and had a magical glow to it. He didn’t know it, but that seed would become something magnificent one day!&lt;br /&gt;  Prince Freddy ran outdoors, the seed carefully embraced in his tightly held fist. He got to the garden, and found a spot in the ground where nothing else grew, where the soil was rich and fertilized, where he had easy access to, to water it every day, and where the Sun would never be blocked out. He dug a perfect sized hole, gave the seed a quick kiss for good luck, and carefully lowered the seed into the Earth. &lt;br /&gt;  It took about a year for the seed to grow into a small sprout, and until that day, Prince Freddy came outside to play around it, and take care of it. After the sprout, it started to grow very rapidly into a large tree. It did not grow fruit, or flowers. After about a month, it did started to grow leaves, lots and lots of leaves. They were all of identical shape, and it was definitely something stupendous, a magical tree for sure! It was so abnormally perfect, flawless!&lt;br /&gt;  Just a year after the tree stopped growing, Prince Freddy played around the tree all the time. He was becoming more active and had a lot of fun with the tree. But after a month of sheer happiness, Prince Freddy died after a long fight with the flu. It was a sad day. His family decided to bury him by his tree, because everybody knew he loved that tree more than anything else, and made his last couple years the best they could be. It was indeed a very sad day, and it was too bad that he passed away before knowing the secret to his beloved tree. &lt;br /&gt;    His tree was the Mezzo Spruce on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;  The people on Semkake were ecstatic to find out that their Mezzo Spruce had finally reached Earth. It had taken a little bit longer than expected. It was extremely interesting to them to see how Earth worked, and how people acted so differently. It almost surprised them when they saw how stupid the people could be. Everything was working out perfectly, and the people on Semkake could not be happier. &lt;br /&gt;  Over the years, the people of Semkake had noticed that the people on Earth had gotten smarter. They discovered new ways to do things, and invented new things that would help them in life. They still weren’t even close to being as smart as them, but they were getting a lot closer. They had even got a television, computers, and flying automobiles! &lt;br /&gt;  The people got more and more civilized. After a couple more years, it got boring for the people of Semkake. The people on Earth did not seem very interesting anymore. They didn’t do the stupid things they used to do, and they were a lot smarter now, and they kept getting smarter. They all came to an agreement to not watch Earth for exactly one hundred years.&lt;br /&gt;                                                         100 Years Later&lt;br /&gt;  It was a long time after the people of Semkake stopped watching Earth, and they decided to check up on it. They opened the screen, and were shocked to see how horrible it was. There was horrible pollution; they obviously did not know how to handle fossil fuels! It was getting hotter and hotter, global warming had struck and they clearly did not know how to handle that either. There were far too many people and the plants were all in a dying state. They could just hear the animals calling for help. It was frustrating for them because they could not do anything about it. &lt;br /&gt; The people on Earth were very calm. They did not seem to care what would happen to their planet. They just did what they did before, except some certain people. Some people were working so hard to get the Earth back to the way it used to be, but the majority were the people who didn’t care, and they majority was too big! The people of Semkake decided they would do something about it; they would try to help Planet Earth… but how? &lt;br /&gt; They all got together to brainstorm ideas to try and save Planet Earth, but none of the ideas that they thought of seemed very possible… except one. They decided they would take their special rocket that had never been used before. It would go seven hundred thousand times the speed of light, and was very dangerous. It was very doubted that the people who got sent would survive all the way, but it was worth a try. It was the best idea they had, after all. It would take them about three years to get to Earth, and all the supplies necessary had to be provided in the rocket. It was worth a lot of money, and it took a while to get ready for it. They chose the healthiest people on the planet to go on their expedition, a man of nineteen-called Kody, a man of twenty-four named Kyle, and a man named Jasper of thirty years old. When they got to Eath&lt;br /&gt;Three Year Later&lt;br /&gt; “What was that?!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-9114656076498278151?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/9114656076498278151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=9114656076498278151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/9114656076498278151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/9114656076498278151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/11/mezzo-spruce-amazing-tree-once-upon_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-720116454322075503</id><published>2008-11-03T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:09:19.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mezzo Spruce: The Amazing Tree&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, a long, long time ago, when Earth did not even exist, there was a planet called Semkake. It was a very civilized planet. There were amazing technologies that you would not even dream of, and the citizens of this small planet were literally capable of doing anything. But out of all these wondrous, unimaginable technologies, there was a mechanism called the Mezzo Spruce that awed everybody. &lt;br /&gt; An old inventor named Max Alexander Mezzo first created the Mezzo Spruce. He was fascinated by the future, and all his life, he wondered what would happen five, fifty, five hundred years from now. He devoted his entire life experimenting and trying to invent something incredible, which would, one day, show him the future. It took him nearly his whole life, but he never gave up, and sooner or later, he had invented something that nobody even thought of, something you would expect in a boring science fiction book. Max Mezzo died soon after constructing the Mezzo Spruce.&lt;br /&gt; The Mezzo Spruce was designed to be indestructible. Nothing, no force at all, could destroy it. It would start off as a dull gray color, looking like something that you would pick up off the floor and put into the garbage. Then, after about a year of being fed and watered, it would turn into a little sprout. Then, it would start growing very rapidly into a “tree”. There was an extremely high-tech camera in the bark of the tree that would see three miles all around, which would last forever. Although Max Mezzo could not witness the future himself, it became very useful to the next generations of people in the future.&lt;br /&gt; There were only three exact copies of the Mezzo Spruce in the entire universe. One was kept on the planet of Semkake, one was sent to another planet close by, and the final one was sent to Planet Earth. It would be hundreds, thousands, millions of years before the Mezzo Spruce would even reach Earth, but better send them now then later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Billion Years Later On Earth&lt;br /&gt; “Aahhh…,” Prince Freddy yawned in his sleep.&lt;br /&gt; Freddy was a small young boy of only eight, but he was very much respected, for he was the Kind’s only child. He was very handsome, with curly blonde hair and light hazel eyes, just like his father, and he had his mother’s pure skin and fit figure. Everybody was good to him, and he was unquestionably spoiled. Prince Freddy was a wonderful little boy who was in desperate need of a normal childhood. He did not know how to run and play like all the other little boys, he did not know how to have fun. &lt;br /&gt; It was a hot day in mid July and it was the Prince’s ninth birthday. What a wonderful day it would be! He would wear his best clothes, be served the best food, and receive gifts from all around then country. &lt;br /&gt; “Prince Freddy Sir, please wake up! It is your birthday today and I do not want you to miss this special day in your sleep! There are already a couple dozen packages addressed to you at the door, would you like me to bring them up? Please wake up Sir!” Barbara the maid called to him through his bedroom door.&lt;br /&gt; “Thank you Barbara, I am up. Please bring the gifts up, and I will be downstairs very soon,” answered Prince Freddy.&lt;br /&gt; “Yes, Sir,” replied Barbara.&lt;br /&gt; The Prince enjoyed his birthday dearly. It started with a delicious pancake breakfast served by his mother, followed by family company, then there was a big feast for lunch, of cakes, fruit, meat, and drinks, all imported from different parts of the world. After a filling lunch, there was a lot of time left for Prince Freddy to go talk to his family visitors. He often went outside to check if any more packages had arrived, and there was always some more at the door. Finally, just before he went to bed, he opened all of his hundreds of gifts. &lt;br /&gt; For his birthday, Prince Freddy received enough money to make a poor man rich, enough clothes to dress a hundred naked men, loads and loads of children’s toys and games that would keep a child busy for a lifetime, and a new humongous bed that could fit seven grown men. He had also got a million knew knickknacks that he knew he would never play with, and a million new books that he knew he would never read. &lt;br /&gt;After he thought he was finished opening the majority of his gifts, he looked around the room and spotted a small, cube shaped box with sparkly red paper and a golden ribbon tied around it. It had no label, but it was just human instinct to open it. So, Prince Freddy slowly took off the golden ribbon and carefully unwrapped the red paper to discover a polished wooden box. He opened the lid of the box to find a seed. It was in the shape of a teardrop and had a magical glow to it. He didn’t know it, but that seed would become something magnificent one day!&lt;br /&gt;Prince Freddy ran outdoors, the seed carefully embraced in his tightly held fist. He got to the garden, and found a spot in the ground where nothing else grew, where the soil was rich and fertilized, where he had easy access to, to water it every day, and where the Sun would never be blocked out. He dug a perfect sized hole, gave the seed a quick kiss for good luck, and carefully lowered the seed into the Earth. &lt;br /&gt;It took about a year for the seed to grow into a small sprout, and until that day, Prince Freddy came outside to play around it, and take care of it. After the sprout, it started to grow very rapidly into a large tree. It did not grow fruit, or flowers. After about a month, it did started to grow leaves, lots and lots of leaves. They were all of identical shape, and it was definitely something stupendous, a magical tree for sure! It was so abnormally perfect, flawless!&lt;br /&gt;Just a year after the tree stopped growing, Prince Freddy played around the tree all the time. He was becoming more active and had a lot of fun with the tree. But after a month of sheer happiness, Prince Freddy died after a long fight with the flu. It was a sad day. His family decided to bury him by his tree, because everybody knew he loved that tree more than anything else, and made his last couple years the best they could be. It was indeed a very sad day, and it was too bad that he passed away before knowing the secret to his beloved tree. &lt;br /&gt;His tree was the Mezzo Spruce on Earth.&lt;br /&gt; The people on Semkake were ecstatic to find out that their Mezzo Spruce had finally reached Earth. It had taken a little bit longer than expected. It was extremely interesting to them to see how Earth worked, and how people acted so differently. It almost surprised them when they saw how stupid the people could be. Everything was working out perfectly, and the people on Semkake could not be happier. &lt;br /&gt; Over the years, the people of Semkake had noticed that the people on Earth had gotten smarter. They discovered new ways to do things, and invented new things that would help them in life. They still weren’t even close to being as smart as them, but they were getting a lot better. For a while, there was a stage where all the people seemed to disappear, there was nobody in sight. Then they came back, and then they were gone again. &lt;br /&gt; The people got more and more civilized. After a couple more years, it got boring for the people of Semkake. The people on Earth did not seem very interesting anymore. They didn’t do the stupid things they used to do, and they were a lot smarter now, and they kept getting smarter. They decided not to watch Earth for a while.&lt;br /&gt;100 Years Later&lt;br /&gt; It was a long time after they stopped watching Earth, and they decided to check up on it. They opened the screen, and were shocked to see how horrible it was. There was horrible pollution; they obviously did not know how to handle fossil fuels! It was getting hotter and hotter, global warming had struck and they clearly did not know how to handle that either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-720116454322075503?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/720116454322075503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=720116454322075503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/720116454322075503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/720116454322075503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/11/mezzo-spruce-amazing-tree-once-upon.html' title=''/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-9201914495115055485</id><published>2008-10-22T14:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T14:20:29.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there was a young boy named Carter. Carter was a nice little boy who always listened to his parents, did well in school, and had a lot of friends. He had honey brown, sandy hair, bright blue smiling eyes, and cute rosy red cheeks. He was only 7 years old, but he was very mature for his age and wasn’t involved in all the mischief that his other little friends got into. He was a wonderful, loved little boy.&lt;br /&gt; One hot summer day, Carter was walking back home from school. On his way home, we went to the local corner store where his aunt worked and bought himself a water bottle because he was very thirsty. He drank it all in one gulp and carelessly threw the empty bottle onto the ground, and blankly continued on his way back home. &lt;br /&gt; Little did Carter know that one day in the future, that that empty plastic water bottle would cause so much damage, and change the fate of planet Earth and the human being’s lifestyle so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;500 Years Later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Earth was a horrible place to be! It was over civilized; there were too many people, too much garbage, and too many buildings! The pollution was unbelievable and everybody was sure that the world would come to an end very, very soon. It was all because of a careless, stupid person who had decided to throw out their garbage on the Earth, and the Earth couldn’t take it anymore. This of course, was Carter from 500 years ago. Some of the greatest scientists on the planet were quickly trying to find a way to save the human race and their beloved planet Earth, but it wasn’t a smart mind that saved the world in the end. &lt;br /&gt; Rafael was just a teenager boy who had to make a short movie for school. His story was about how a super hero saved the fate of planet Earth. He mentioned how they could grind up all the garbage on the Earth and pack it down, how they could use electricity to power all the plants and the weather, and everything else. How there would be a King that could control everything, even the weather and the seasons. How people would not live in houses, but a giant, humongous building where everybody would live that was called the Great Building.&lt;br /&gt;The president of the United States watched this short movie that Rafael had created. The people had worked so hard to make this come true, and after seven years of manual labor, experiments, and doing things over and over again… it came true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 Years Later &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am proud to pronounce as king of wonderful, beautiful, planet Earth, King Max Raffi!” King Max was so proud to be king, waving for the cameras, flashes popping everywhere. He would now control every other human being on the planet; he would control everything that happened on it. He would choose what happened to whom, who would die, and who would be born again. &lt;br /&gt;The truth was King Max only wanted to be king so that he could try and save the world. Scientists said that the Earth would only last so long if they kept this up. The fuel needed for electricity would soon run out, and day by day, it was getting harder and harder for the people to breathe, for the air was getting so polluted. The lifespan for the human being had cut down from seventy-five to forty-five. The Earth was getting too artificial and nobody had to be told to know that the world would end very soon.&lt;br /&gt;King Max was a specialist in history. He spent his whole life studying the history of the Earth, the government, the holidays, how the people lived, how they survived, what they ate, how they dressed… a lot of people thought it was silly, actually, but he only did it for the fate of everybody else. King Max had made a pact to try and change the Earth’s ways around to the way it used to be, because nobody liked it how it was now. &lt;br /&gt;King Max had a great family. He had a loving wife and 7 children. Their names were Lauren, Lilly, Lila, Lora, Raffi, Ron, and Rufus. Except for Lora, none of the other children, although they loved their father, they did not agree with him to make the Earth like it used to be. They thought that they didn’t need to care how the world would end; for they would probably all die before that. They lived on the twentieth floor of the Great Building, in room 73337. They had the biggest room in the whole building, as king’s privilege. &lt;br /&gt; Lora&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-9201914495115055485?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/9201914495115055485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=9201914495115055485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/9201914495115055485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/9201914495115055485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/10/once-upon-time-there-was-young-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-412580891893642289</id><published>2008-10-09T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T06:24:57.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bah, Humbug</title><content type='html'>I'm getting sick. This morning I felt like a piece of poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we lost our Timberlea volleyball game by 2.&lt;br /&gt;And WE WON OUR GAME AGAINST GREELY. WHOOOO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neway, it's been pretty boring lately. Nothing to do. Yesterday I just watched Mean Girls (again) with Audrey. It was pouring rain yesterday! And it was the worst possible day for it, too. And this morning, it's supposed to snow. Like, wtf. It's only the first week of October. I should get going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have this thing in French where we're doing some fall clothing fashion show, and I hope it's fun. Then I think I have physed. UGHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I really have to go.&lt;br /&gt;Volleyball practise.&lt;br /&gt;xox&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-412580891893642289?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/412580891893642289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=412580891893642289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/412580891893642289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/412580891893642289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/10/bah-humbug.html' title='Bah, Humbug'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-1906596940417802123</id><published>2008-10-06T15:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T15:45:18.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[:</title><content type='html'>Today was a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-1906596940417802123?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/1906596940417802123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=1906596940417802123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/1906596940417802123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/1906596940417802123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='[:'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-5470307304596755918</id><published>2008-10-05T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T17:54:01.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The weather's been going whack since September. It'll get REALLY hot, then it'll get REALLY cold, then there'll be a storm, then it'll start to snow, then the temperature's gonna drop again. I think the temperature is starting to do down, it was hot yesterday... now it's rainy and wet and the days are obviously getting shorter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun fun fun, me and Carly and Catherine were hanging w/ Justin and Dylan and Terry. Except we were biking in the rink and Dylan was whipping a ball at us and I got scared and I took a big turn and crashed into Carly and ripped up my toes. Aaaarg :(  It HURT really bad and I was limping for the rest of the day. And when I took the shower that night you have no clue how bad it stung. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL &lt;br /&gt;Gotta get ready for school .. homework.&lt;br /&gt;(I think I have a date for the Halloween dance..)&lt;br /&gt;xxoxoxoxox&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;br /&gt;[yn&lt;3]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-5470307304596755918?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/5470307304596755918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=5470307304596755918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/5470307304596755918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/5470307304596755918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/10/weathers-been-going-whack-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-2634401181842012529</id><published>2008-10-03T15:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T15:36:01.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have A Secret</title><content type='html'>Hey it's October already! I'm not even kidding, this year went by SO fast! But yeah, I love October. It's probably my favourite month, ever. My favourite time of year! Its so pretty out, when the leaves turn colours and they fall down... then you walk over them and they're all crunchy! Perfect weather for short shorts, not too hot and not too cold. Its perfect, perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was actually lots of fun. We had this big Meet The TEAM thing at school and we all got free hot dogs and it was really cool. After the assembly, we just hung around and played cards and Maryssa did this really cool magic trick and I was sooo amazed, till meanie bobini Maryssa had to tell me how to do it. Ahahaha just kidding I love you Maryssa LOL. Then after school I was just biking around waterways with Catherine and Carlee and Kyla and we hung out with Jordan and Dylan and Rueban and we went to "sick" Justin's house and we were just lying on his bed and watching TV and taking stuff from his fridge (OMG Justin, enough ranch!!). Tons of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I told you about Audrey's birthday party, either! It was a lot of fun, though there were a lot more people I didn't know than last year, cuz she switched schools. We went swimming for a bit which was fun, except we kinda separated into two groups and I almost drowed while giving two people piggyback rides. Then we went to McDonalds where we had that big iPod dillema and lots of fun sucking in helium.. LOL! Best part was bowling, though. Sooo much fun. I won two games, too! It was nice meeting them new peoples, too. :) .. HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUDREY !&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else though, really. Um, Halloween dance on the 30th! Can't wait. It's gonna be awesome (:  &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I find a date ?? I already have someone in mind... [ &lt;33 yn ]&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-2634401181842012529?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/2634401181842012529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=2634401181842012529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/2634401181842012529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/2634401181842012529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-secret.html' title='I Have A Secret'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-446098409174755760</id><published>2008-09-26T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T14:55:58.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>President Penny</title><content type='html'>I did the speech yesterday! It was horrifying. I was extremely nervous and received many complaints from fellow students on the bench. But I eventually went up there, (I was second last next to Alony, since I'm going for president) and it was really scary. I got a loud cheer though, and that's well, good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally waiting for the results. Mrs Noseworthy said the results may be in Friday (today) or Monday. I convinced her to make it Friday... I didn't want to spend my weekend thinking about the election...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, this morning I went to school and was reading a book in elglish and the announcements came on and they talked about handbells and choir and blah blah and then they're like, And our student council results are in! And like always, they read the photographers and the social conveners and stuff. I don't remember all of it, but I know Muna got photographer, Manpreet for social convener, Jordan McMillan for vice president, Ben Petruk for treasurer... and PENNY FOR PRESIDENT!! Oh my goshes. I'M PRESIDENT , I'M PRESIDENT! :)  I received a lot of congratulations and stuff. :) TOTAL THANKS to everyone that voted for me! &lt;333  Thanks to everyone that supported me and helped me write that speech and everything. LOVE YOU GUYS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say I deserved it. Sorry to Ty and Alony, but I worked really hard for this! My last year at Clark and Im president. I think that's something to be proud of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xox&lt;br /&gt;President Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-446098409174755760?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/446098409174755760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=446098409174755760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/446098409174755760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/446098409174755760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/09/president-penny.html' title='President Penny'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-3229659820072789910</id><published>2008-09-22T15:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T15:36:29.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Penny For President!</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't been posting in like, the longest time! I have so much stuff to tell you. First off, I have great news! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M ON THE 7/8 GIRLS VOLLEYBALL TEAM WHOOOOO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad a made it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M IN SASP. (Students Assisting Students Program) WHOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going for student council president... I'm not sure if I'll make it but I hope I do!! I'm going against Ty, Alex, Mitchell, and Alony. I wanna be president but I just don't wanna do the speech. I really don't know what I could do, as one person, to inprove our school! I'm not planning on saying a lot of ridiculous stuff like Oh Im gonna break the law and put vending machines in our school. Or like, Im gonna make everyday SUNNY! But I dont have anything good to offer. My friends have offered me a lot of different ideas. Not that all of them are good XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much other news. &lt;br /&gt;xox&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-3229659820072789910?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/3229659820072789910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=3229659820072789910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/3229659820072789910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/3229659820072789910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/09/penny-for-president.html' title='Penny For President!'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-8632617641497022261</id><published>2008-09-13T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T16:30:45.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Major Minor Detail</title><content type='html'>Post title came from a song that's been stuck in my head since this morning. It's called Minor Details by Sondre Lerche and it's really good. I had a point in my life where I would be interested in one thing then become totally completely obsessed with it, making me think about it in everything I do. And I had a stage for Sondre Lerche. It actually started with a friend I have in Norway who I call Kaikai. :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went shopping today with my mom, and we had a list of things that we had to buy.&lt;br /&gt;1) Use Garage coupon, it expires tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;2) Pajamas&lt;br /&gt;3) Excersize ball &lt;br /&gt;4) Backpack&lt;br /&gt;5) Lunch for my dad at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got everything done and I ended up getting a nice shirt and a coral hoody and a backpack... and an excersize ball that we had to return because someone stole the CD from it! Ack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent pretty much all my money today, and I really need to save some! For when I'm going to Korea in the spring, get lots of nice clothes and stuff. (:  And for Christmas! Eeeek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xox&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-8632617641497022261?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/8632617641497022261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=8632617641497022261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/8632617641497022261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/8632617641497022261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-major-minor-detail.html' title='It&apos;s A Major Minor Detail'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-5028056350165838040</id><published>2008-09-10T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T15:14:48.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Same Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-5028056350165838040?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/5028056350165838040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=5028056350165838040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/5028056350165838040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/5028056350165838040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/09/scho.html' title='Same Old'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-5572280377461392422</id><published>2008-09-03T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T16:28:06.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School :S</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I started school yesterday and I'm in Ms Dingwells homeroom. She's alright. Got math and science with the new teacher replacing Mr Ellis, Mr K... Kooyoomjan or something! He's real nice. Physed with Ms Willis, no more Ms Brennan... Art is mandatory now. I'm gonna take band, then musical theater, and umm, Recreational leadership! I don't think a lot of people are taking band so it might be cancelled, hopefully! 'Cause I really don't wanna take band. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm having a great time.. hey, school's alright. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xox&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-5572280377461392422?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/5572280377461392422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=5572280377461392422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/5572280377461392422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/5572280377461392422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/09/school-s.html' title='School :S'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-6511900701754310532</id><published>2008-08-26T17:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T17:22:21.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im In Looove</title><content type='html'>I watched a movie today.&lt;br /&gt;It was called August Rush. OMFG best movie ever. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-6511900701754310532?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/6511900701754310532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=6511900701754310532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/6511900701754310532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/6511900701754310532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-in-looove.html' title='Im In Looove'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-8872017542537683598</id><published>2008-08-26T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T09:40:51.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Computer and a Cold</title><content type='html'>Well, we couldn't live with that computer much longer, it was SO slow. So we replaced it with the one that was in my parents room and I LOOOOVE it. :P  It doesn't like, lag at all. The problem is, all my pictures, my music, my downloads, and all my cute little MSN emoticonies are all gone. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I woke up at 3 this morning with a really bad cold. My throat hurt like HELL and I couldn't breathe through my nose and I was all dizzy. So I went out and took a pill and went to sleep. I feel a lot better than I was before but my voice is totally screwed. :(   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna go hurl up in my blanket and pretend Im dying.&lt;br /&gt;:) xox&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-8872017542537683598?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/8872017542537683598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=8872017542537683598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/8872017542537683598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/8872017542537683598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-computer-and-cold.html' title='New Computer and a Cold'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-5438703435840288705</id><published>2008-08-23T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T09:40:33.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't been posting for a while, but my computer was being an ass so we had to replace the Windows. Again. Which meant me burning everything that my dad thought important... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't remember what I did these last few days, but I'm going to Vancouver on the 28th!! I only get to stay there for about half a week, but still, I'm incredibly excited. I get to see my friends and visit the places I haven't been to in 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I told you I got a new pair of jeans.. they're reaaallyyy nice. And expensive. I cleaned my room and threw out a lot of stuff I don't wear anymore... I hung out with Audrey and Allison's gone to Calgary and Dylan's coming back from Ft. Vermillion, which he claimed a month ago he was going to live forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, so, me and Audrey went to Justin's house, and he ditches us for his cousin and some food. Seriously! We totally walk like, a mile and he just stands there for 5 minutes then goes inside and eats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. I have babysitting tonight at quarter to 5. It's Debbie's birthday... we're having pizza. :)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, I'm learning guitar again. My fingers aren't taking it too well, I don't remember much from last year and it hurts when I type. It's gonna be worth it though (I hope) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xox&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-5438703435840288705?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/5438703435840288705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=5438703435840288705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/5438703435840288705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/5438703435840288705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-8795193703242697754</id><published>2008-08-16T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T17:41:56.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Power Outage</title><content type='html'>I just forgot to tell you, and I've got no clue how to edit my posts (new layouts confusing me).. that there was a horrible power outage yesterday! It lasted a while, too. We had to get the candles out and everything. Worst part was, when it went out, I was in the shower. It was the scariest thing! The lights started to flicker and I totally had shampoo in my hair and I wrapped a towel around myself and ran out to the living room. Oh my goodess you really do not know how freaky that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it. :P&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-8795193703242697754?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/8795193703242697754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=8795193703242697754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/8795193703242697754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/8795193703242697754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/08/power-outage.html' title='Power Outage'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-2210866172878135818</id><published>2008-08-16T17:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T17:37:08.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juno</title><content type='html'>Nothing special (again) today. Just around the house, then I went to Desiree's to see a movie which ended up to be Juno which ended up to be like, the best movie ever. I'm probably not gonna post tomorrow. All day shopping day. :) Cannot wait. I have a problem, though. A serious, bad, horrible problem. Whenever I save money over 20 bucks, I spend it. I managed to save about 60 something... and I spent 26 yesterday. I'm most likely going to spend the rest tomorrow. I always try to work something out but I always fail. I'm not going to be too much of a financial genious when I'm older, am I. Whell, school's coming up! I'll go shopping before school, then save, then spend on Christmas presents, then save, then spend on more stuff.. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAHH.&lt;br /&gt;Will post what I bought tomorrow (maybe)&lt;br /&gt;xox&lt;br /&gt;Penny :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-2210866172878135818?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/2210866172878135818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=2210866172878135818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/2210866172878135818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/2210866172878135818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/08/juno.html' title='Juno'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-622067770831360952</id><published>2008-08-15T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T16:48:57.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SO HOT</title><content type='html'>I haven't done anything today, literally. So I'm just going to write about something interesting that's already happened in my life. BTW, it's incredibly hot today... I think global warming is coming faster than I thought. AHHH THE DEHYDRATION. &lt;br /&gt;*Gets a glass of water* Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then. Hm... let's talk about my primary school years! Yay. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preschool&lt;/strong&gt;.. I hated preschool. The first day, I was so scared. I still remember I would scream and try and escape the classroom and this fat platinum blonde teacher in a blue shirt was on the other side of the door making sure I was locked in. But there was this one teacher... I don't remember her name... she was the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grade 1&lt;/strong&gt;.. I went to Marlborough school that year... I honestly don't remember much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grade 2&lt;/strong&gt;.. John Norquay Elementary school. It was a HUGE school! Man oh man. I remember my best friends Winnie and Jenny and my "boyfriend" Carter. I used to chase Carter around everywhere... and follow him home after school... we had lunch in the cafeteria and we would put our lunch bags in these laundry baskets... haha, best year ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grade 3&lt;/strong&gt;.. Lena Shaw! I don't remember much from here either... except there was this really mean girl named Leah... she was ugly, too. I had a friend named Marissa and a friend named Sadie and I went to their birthday party and ate cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grade 4&lt;/strong&gt;I had the best teachers. Mr Berdnt and Mr Chin. &lt;333 We went to Victoria... and I had the best of friends. LOVED IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grade 5&lt;/strong&gt;.. Mr Wensink. Ughhh. I didn't want to be in his class... but whatever. The year flew by... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grade 6&lt;/strong&gt;.. Possibly the worst year ever. Switched schools 3 times. Coyote Creek to Timberlea to Dr Clark. You do not know how hard that is! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grade 7&lt;/strong&gt;.. Best year ever! AHHH I &lt;3333ED GRADE 7. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-622067770831360952?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/622067770831360952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=622067770831360952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/622067770831360952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/622067770831360952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-hot.html' title='SO HOT'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-1980567935497527270</id><published>2008-08-14T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T15:12:10.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>Nothing special today. Dropped my brother off at the library and went to the mall. Again. It's my #1 hangout, since I'm too young for anything else, since the bowling alley's closed, since I've seen all those movies in that one sucky theater we have. I didn't buy anything except a bag from Garage. It's a nice bag but it looks weak... I don't think it's gonna last long. I'm going again on Saturday with my mom 'cause I said I would buy her something. Oh, I got nail polish, too. It seems I'm needing another shelf for my nail polish. I pretty much use a colour once... and never again. I got this pretty neon orange colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SKSrND6oEDI/AAAAAAAAAPs/5wYWVB_Lxu8/s1600-h/50-9584_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SKSrND6oEDI/AAAAAAAAAPs/5wYWVB_Lxu8/s200/50-9584_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234496907789209650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the bag I got. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL xox&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-1980567935497527270?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/1980567935497527270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=1980567935497527270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/1980567935497527270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/1980567935497527270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/08/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SKSrND6oEDI/AAAAAAAAAPs/5wYWVB_Lxu8/s72-c/50-9584_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-2845362859330391433</id><published>2008-08-13T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T18:16:11.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another [ BORING ] Day</title><content type='html'>I'm so incredibly bored... ! The funnest thing I can do right now is... take a shower. I've been taking a lot of showers lately. Hahahaha :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about going back to school... which isn't very amusing. School's gonna be funner than this state I'm in right now, but I'm not into the education thing. I really, really hope I'm in Desiree's class. If I'm not I'm gonna break somebody's nose. I'm SO DAMN EXCITED FOR PIONEER RANCH. Ahhh I've been waiting and waiting... since grade 4. When I was in grade 4, I was waiting for grade 7 to go to that other thing... but now all I'm wanting is Pioneer Ranch. AND THE FAREWELL! YEEEEAH I'M GRADUATING. Finally, finally. Hopefully I'm in Desiree's cabin for Pioneer Ranch. I hear the food is gross and there is electricity and phone signals. (Which isn't what the teachers say!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah.&lt;br /&gt;(yn)(yn)(yn)  *FINGERS ARE CROSSED AND I'LL WISH EVERY SINGLE 3:33* &lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-2845362859330391433?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/2845362859330391433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=2845362859330391433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/2845362859330391433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/2845362859330391433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-another-boring-day.html' title='Just Another [ BORING ] Day'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-3085786836780810109</id><published>2008-08-12T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T18:11:39.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raaaaaaiin.</title><content type='html'>It's been raining a whole bunch lately. It's better than that sun, though. Ugghh I haaaate hot weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to the library and got some books. I haven't read in a looong while. Dropped my brother off for his program thing then I went to the mall... just looked around, didn't have any money. All the stores got new stuff in... for the winter. :)  I'm gonna go shopping before school starts again... will save money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna go now.&lt;br /&gt;Byeee &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-3085786836780810109?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/3085786836780810109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=3085786836780810109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/3085786836780810109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/3085786836780810109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/08/raaaaaaiin.html' title='Raaaaaaiin.'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-3447873780983690245</id><published>2008-08-10T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T11:34:49.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quadding</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went quadding with my dad and my little brother and my friend Audrey and a couple of my dad's buddies. It was SO MUCH FUN. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got soaked in mud, (hopefully it doesn't stain my clothes... I did't know we would be getting that dirty!), and I almost killed Audrey. Lalala. I got in quite the trouble when I got home... hah. I felt like such a &lt;strong&gt;guy&lt;/strong&gt; though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would post pictures right now but I really don't feel like it... maybe tomorrow... or maybe after the Olympics. My dad's been watching a lot of the games these days and I barely have time to go on the computer. I still need to burn pictures (we don't print out pictures anymore... we've decided to put them on CDs which I personally think is a horrid idea.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's coming up! :( I'll be graduating the following June! I've gone school supply shopping already. Ohhh I looove school supply shopping. ;) I get to choose between Composite and Westwood. I think I choose Comp just 'cause it's closer and I won't have to wake up and hour earlier to go to school every morning... but then again... Westwood sounds good. A lot of my closer friends are going there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think too much about the future.&lt;br /&gt;xoxox&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Happy birthday Alex Miskiw!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-3447873780983690245?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/3447873780983690245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=3447873780983690245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/3447873780983690245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/3447873780983690245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/08/quadding.html' title='Quadding'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-3816359530571868915</id><published>2008-08-08T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:26:28.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW LAYOUT.</title><content type='html'>Got a new layout in! Yay! :) &lt;br /&gt;Took me a while! But it was worth it.. isn't it the best?&lt;br /&gt;Teeehee. &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;PENNY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-3816359530571868915?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/3816359530571868915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=3816359530571868915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/3816359530571868915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/3816359530571868915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-layout.html' title='NEW LAYOUT.'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-4183178103116911241</id><published>2008-08-01T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T13:38:47.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dentist</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't been posting... at all... but I really doubt that I'm going to tell everyone about my day.. every single day! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today, I went to the dentist. I got my usual little cleaning and everything... but they totally changed it around! Last year, they gave me candy and that good tasting foam stuff and today.. they put this weird minty waxy thing which tasted SO bad! in my mouth and all over my teeth. It was GROSS. Then they just cleaned it out and I'm like, ok, that wasn't so bad. Then this lady comes in and totally yanks at each of my teeth Im like, wtf. Worst part though, was the floride wash thing. Ohmygoodness it was so horrible! I literally puked when I got home. =(   And my mom wanted to to get braces because my teeth are "slightly squared" but HHAHAHAA I can't get them until next year. (=  Because all my baby teeth arent gone yet. I'm such a kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx pENNY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-4183178103116911241?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/4183178103116911241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=4183178103116911241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/4183178103116911241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/4183178103116911241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/08/dentist.html' title='Dentist'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-1006382132333111320</id><published>2008-07-08T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T15:10:18.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Meeee</title><content type='html'>I'm back from my vacation! The morning we were supposed to leave, I stayed up until morning the night before. I waited and waited and tried to fall asleep but I was really excited! So *finally* we got to leave and first we went to Edmonton to get the RV we reserved, then we drove to Kootenay which is really an awesome place. We went to lots of different places there but I remember the Radium hot springs most. It was awesome! I got really good icecream there, too. :P Haha. We stayed in Kootenay for 3 nights, then we drove to Waterton. Waterton was so much awesomer than Kootenay... there were these deers EVERYWHERE. You would look out the window and there would be a 100% chance that you would see at least 3 deer on your camping space. There were also there groundhog/squirrel rat things everywhere. But I never got to see them too well because they made these little tunnel things everywhere and they'd disappear into them. We were by a lake [BEAUTIFUL LAKE! Awesome view, the water was sooooo clean. There was absolutely NO dirt or mud... it was all rocks! No kokes], and this big waterfall and the campground was right beside Downtown Waterton and Downtown Waterton is sooo pretty... it reminded me of Jasper... but with a nicer view. And less moose. There was the lake on one side and these big mountains on the other and it was just like, a really good looking city in between. Waterton was the awesomest and we planned to stay in Waterton for 3 nights but we rented the RV for 1 more night, so we had to stay somewhere. We wanted to stay in Waterton but we couldn't cuz they wouldn't let us... so we went to this really crappy Rv park in the middle of nowhere. Literally the middle of nowhere. It was an RV park with hills all around. It kinda sucked! We had to leave at 3 the next morning to the Rv rental place in Edmonton and return our RV. Then we put all that stuff into our van and it was really crowded, then we drove to the West Ed and shopped&lt;3 Finally, civilization. Then there was a long, long drive... but it was really really good to be home! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was my Summer vacation 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home on the 5th and the 6th is my birthday! Whoo. We went shopping and I got a new Chocolate Spin phone from my parents &lt;333, money from my grandad&lt;3333, my grandma made me an awesome breakfast&lt;333, and my brother got me a cool new sweater&lt;3333. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll upload pictures from my vk later! &lt;br /&gt;Luvsyall &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;xxPenny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-1006382132333111320?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/1006382132333111320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=1006382132333111320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/1006382132333111320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/1006382132333111320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-to-meeee.html' title='Happy Birthday To Meeee'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-8550149721098425400</id><published>2008-06-25T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T19:04:11.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awards Assembly / 2007-08 Final Report Card!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so, the whole Zach's birthday party thing... first off, we had to wear these things around our head and wouldn't it be kinda weird to see a group of people with matching headbands? Yeah. It was fun and all but seriously! We had to do the stupidest things... including counting the poles on the bridge that takes you uptown, ordering the same thing over and over again at Tim Hortons... then eating it all!, singing If Youre Happy &amp; You Know It at the mall. Ughhh never doing that ever, EVER again. But overall, I had fun :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The awards assembly was long and boring, but I gots awards! =D  and a pretty darn good report card. Ahhaha. Here you go :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Awards&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student Leadership Award&lt;br /&gt;Accelerated Reader&lt;br /&gt;First place in the Gauss Mathematics Contest&lt;br /&gt;Participation in the Gauss Mathematics Contest&lt;br /&gt;Term 3 Honour Roll&lt;br /&gt;2007-08 Academic Excellence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Report Card EXAM Marks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Language Arts: 85&lt;br /&gt;Math: 81&lt;br /&gt;Science: 92&lt;br /&gt;Socials: 85&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Report Card TERM 3 Marks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Language Arts: 95&lt;br /&gt;Math:  95 &lt;br /&gt;Science: 96&lt;br /&gt;Socials: 98&lt;br /&gt;Health: 84&lt;br /&gt;ILC: 90&lt;br /&gt;Musical Theater: 95&lt;br /&gt;Physed: 76&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Report Card FINAL Marks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Language Arts: 91&lt;br /&gt;Math: 89&lt;br /&gt;Science: 92&lt;br /&gt;Socials: 92&lt;br /&gt;Health: 91&lt;br /&gt;ILC: 92&lt;br /&gt;Musical Theater: 95&lt;br /&gt;Physed: 78&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo. SCHOOLS OUTTT. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-8550149721098425400?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/8550149721098425400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=8550149721098425400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/8550149721098425400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/8550149721098425400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/06/awards-assembly-2007-08-final-report.html' title='Awards Assembly / 2007-08 Final Report Card!!'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-1067885648141731803</id><published>2008-06-24T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T08:12:19.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Minutes</title><content type='html'>I haven't written in a while and it's probably cuz I've been a bit busy. And I'm kinda in a hurry right now so I'm gonna try and fit everything in real fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first off, we had exams. They were so incredibly hard! And boring! Next thing I can remember is Zach's party. It was a lot of funnn. We were playing like, the amazing race or w/e and I did the most embarassing things that I'll tell you about later. Today I gotta babysit my brother at the waterpark with his little friends for 10 bucks/h. :)  $$$$$ Tomorrow I have to go to school for a bit to get my report card and maybe stay for the awards thing. The next two days after that are reserved for shopping, then I have to pack and leave! KOOTENAY ON SATURDAY WHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;Penny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-1067885648141731803?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/1067885648141731803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=1067885648141731803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/1067885648141731803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/1067885648141731803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/06/five-minutes.html' title='Five Minutes'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-8654554681940197184</id><published>2008-06-11T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T13:58:56.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grease</title><content type='html'>Ahhh! I'm at school right now. ILC class... we just finished performing Grease! All those 3 months of practice, practice, practice, we've finally finished and performed. It went really well, actually -- except the pies that we had to throw kinda melted... Mr Ellis and Audrey totally got totaled with pie. They smelt like whipped cream and it was totally gross. Haha. Overall, it was really good though! Didn't expect it to go that well. :)  I'll upload the video if I can get it.. &lt;br /&gt;Today was the last day of options! Makes me kinda sad to know that the years going by so fast..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days of school, then exams the week after... then summer break, then finally, FINALLY grade 8. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luff yous all.&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-8654554681940197184?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/8654554681940197184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=8654554681940197184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/8654554681940197184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/8654554681940197184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/06/grease.html' title='Grease'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-828336876074774621</id><published>2008-06-05T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T15:52:51.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Day</title><content type='html'>Today was field day at school. We ran around in the hot hot weather, playing track. Only thing really great about it was 1, we missed half of school, 2, all the food was free. It was SOOO hot out! And the whole thing was quite gay actually. I just didn't like it. And I really wish everybody would stop throwing around caterpillars. It's really not that funny. But then as soon as I get home, thunderstorm. My luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the farewell, might be going. Already have planns. :\  There's only one week left of school! I'm going to Waterton and Kootenay for the Summer. Gonna misses you alls. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year's going by too fast! &lt;br /&gt;Exams soon, gotta study.&lt;br /&gt;xx &lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-828336876074774621?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/828336876074774621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=828336876074774621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/828336876074774621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/828336876074774621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/06/field-day.html' title='Field Day'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-1808126259187848000</id><published>2008-06-04T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T16:01:30.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG MY MUSIC.</title><content type='html'>All my music files are gone. ALL OF THEM. ALL 273 FILES. I know who did it. It was my dad for sure and I'm going to get SO EXTREMELY MAD at him. Vases will be thrown. Arrrrghh. He could have asked to delete them! I would have backed them up! What a loser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, my day was OK. Well, not really. It could have been a lot better... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-1808126259187848000?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/1808126259187848000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=1808126259187848000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/1808126259187848000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/1808126259187848000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/06/omfg-my-music.html' title='OMFG MY MUSIC.'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-5186299661313724539</id><published>2008-06-03T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T17:59:25.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>omfg It's June?!</title><content type='html'>Ahhhh it's June! Totally didn't realize! June 3rd, too. Wow, I lost track. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started raining so hard this morning, I was really considering an umbrella. Haven't used an umbrella in two whole years :o . We had a sub in homeroom. She wasn't the nicest... *cough*. Mrs. Drover brought her baby in yesterday and she was 6 days old. OMFG CUTEST BABY EVER. Her name's Mercedes and she is SO adorable! Today was this track and field thing at Composite and a lot of people weren't at school. New seating plan in Mrs Smith's. I sit beside Amanda now, behind Daryllynn, In front of Robert Burry, Diagonal from Dylan Ahaa. Was on piano in musical theater, I'm pretty OK at it now. After you know, 5 months of practise practise practise. Then we had ILC where I was totally all alone because it's usually Amanda/Megan, Ahmed/Liam, Ian/Mitchell, Me/Aly, but she was gone to track so I was alone. :(  Didn't exactly do anything interesting today at all. I was supposed to go to Audrey's, but that's been rescheduled to Friday :\ . Plus my dad's all ahhh so.. yeah. Heyheyhey it's Justin Osmond and Morissa Fudge's birthdayys! Happy birthday both you guyys , LUFF YOUU &lt;3! I'm gonna eat supper , take a shower , and go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niiighhhttt &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-5186299661313724539?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/5186299661313724539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=5186299661313724539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/5186299661313724539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/5186299661313724539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/06/omfg-its-june.html' title='omfg It&apos;s June?!'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-7131629868736609210</id><published>2008-05-31T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T08:00:41.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing's really happened in the last couple days. Dunno if I already mentioned this, but my socials/language teacher, Mrs Drover's adopting a baby. She's not going to be here for the rest of the year and some other lady's teaching. Not that I hate the new lady, and not that I'm totally in love with Mrs Drover, but I want Mrs Drover back! Everything's all not in control and seems all disorganized. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm going to the farewell. Not so sure anymore, because people kept telling me that yesterday was the last day to buy tickets and I didn't. So we went and asked the office and they said we didn't have to pay. But all the 8's are saying that each of them are allowed to invite 5 other people from different grades and they're supposed to pay. Like, wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's completely out on the 13th. Just 2 weeks. Finals are just after. I decided to stay at school for the whole day on exam dates, just for extra study time. I really want to ace these. Really bad! I should have brought my textbooks home to study, start studying now. But guess what, I didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 31 May, tomorrow's the first of June! Honestly, this year has really gone by so fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-7131629868736609210?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/7131629868736609210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=7131629868736609210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/7131629868736609210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/7131629868736609210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/05/nothings-really-happened-in-last-couple.html' title=''/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-4291037096288123133</id><published>2008-05-26T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T15:35:43.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell.</title><content type='html'>Only eleven days left until the farewell. So depressing. I'm going to miss you guys so much.. plus, someone better invite me to the ceremony soon or I can't go , :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughh we had a test today. Haaaard much. Test tomorrow, then it's finals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually pretty sad that the years ending. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-4291037096288123133?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/4291037096288123133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=4291037096288123133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/4291037096288123133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/4291037096288123133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/05/farewell.html' title='Farewell.'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-55758790380700620</id><published>2008-05-18T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T21:41:13.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>$$$</title><content type='html'>I spent ALL my savings yesterday at the mall. SHOPPING. OH I FORGOT TO TELL YOU IN MY LAST POST! Me and my mom &lt;33 went to the mall yesterday for my eye prescription thing. Getting new glasses ahahaha. I'm sucha dork! I got :&lt;br /&gt;2 new tank tops from Garage&lt;br /&gt;1 new hoodiee from Garage&lt;br /&gt;1 new totee from Garagee&lt;br /&gt;And other stuff you don't need to know about D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Lots of savings spent! My new goal is $400 bucks. I just went through some stores online and picked out a whole bunch of things I wanted and it added up to 300 something, so it's 400. It's gonna take 10 weeks with my weekly allowance + if I walk the dog every day. Plus babysitting money. Damnnn this is gonna take forever. OHH PLUS BIRTHDAY MONEY! :)  But then I can't walk the dog for like, 2 weeks because we're going on vk. Damn. I'm sure you don't want to listen to any more of my personal money issues so, uhm , ttyl :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-55758790380700620?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/55758790380700620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=55758790380700620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/55758790380700620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/55758790380700620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_18.html' title='$$$'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-4727042549881517867</id><published>2008-05-18T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T20:17:27.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, Saturday, Sunday :P</title><content type='html'>Friday - Allison came over and we hung out with Jordan and Justin and Clay and Jesse and Justin O and people. We went up the cliff which was the scariest thing ever! Would explain everything but I'd like to keep this short :P&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - Hung out with Jordan and Justin. Went to the lake and stuff. Was supposed to go to a movie but Jordan didn't call back. Ditcherr.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - Went to one of those church people get togethers at Lions Park this time. Had a BBQ. Played on the park with the little people. Christine, Jacky, Julia, Jacob, me and my little brother were there. Christine Jacky and me and Julia went to the mall a litle bit afterwards... just hung around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I should make any plans for tomorrow since everything's probs gonna be closed (Victoria Day whoo.. &gt;_&gt;). Hanging with Audrey and Dariann mebbe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUFF. &lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. POST #101 WHOOO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-4727042549881517867?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/4727042549881517867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=4727042549881517867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/4727042549881517867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/4727042549881517867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/05/friday-allison-came-over-and-we-hung.html' title='Friday, Saturday, Sunday :P'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-6055336840742549011</id><published>2008-05-15T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T18:18:02.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layout</title><content type='html'>This is my last update for a while! So READUP:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked all the way to Aly's house yesterday morning to walk to school with her... I didn't realize that her house was so far away and bringing my brother was a mistake! But oh well, I'll just not bring my brother next time. :P  Had the math contest thing yesterday. I knew I would get in... but I didn't know it would be so hard! I wouldn't be surprised if Ty won... again. We had a sub for homeroom and all we were supposed to do (but I didn't do because of the math thing) was watch some movie on rocks and the science unit 3 test. I was the last one done the math contest. I was done everything else... I just took a long time on the last question which seriously messed with my head. It was:&lt;br /&gt;"Add the sum of the digits of the integers from 1-2008."  It took me a while to figure it out... and when I did figure it out, it took me a really long while to figure out the pattern. Well, I didn't figure it out... but... I BET I WAS RIGHT! Ugh do you get how to do the question, though? You have to be like "1+2+3+4+5+6+7+8+9+1+0+1+1+1+2+1+3+1+4+1+5+1+6+1+7+1+8+1+9+2+0" up to 2008. How stupid! We only had an hour to write it, too.&lt;br /&gt;When I got back, I didn't have any time to do my science test because it was only five minutes until locker break. We had locker break, then we had Mrs Drover's... me and Allison are reading the same book - Gossip Girl: Because I'm Worth It. It is SUCH a good book. It's so good that... Allison finished it before me! Haha. We started a new novel study. Anne Frank... once again. How many times have I had to read it?! We didn't get to hang outside for lunch because it started raining really hard. Then I had options. For musical theater, everybody's working on the set now and I have to be done 'You're The One That I Want' by next week! Aaaaah. Then I had ILC with Aly, and it was just... ILC as usual. Sitting and doing nothing. Yup. I wasn't allowed to do anything after school because I had to go to the vet for my dog. She got spayed. She can't have babies no more. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY,&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I took the science test and I swear... it wasn't even hard! Everyone's all like omg but it was OK. It wasn't as hard as I thought it was going to be. I had to do it through yet another rock movie... a movie about rocks. We didn't even do anything for Mrs Drover's class, except colour in letters. I mean letters like, ABC. Yeah, we were doing it for 'Virtue of the Month.' Everyone else got to stay inside in the nice cool classroom, while me and Robert Burry and Robert Grant and Coalton and Summer and that student teacher from Keyano had to go outside in the burning sun, 22 C weather, TAPING UP THE LETTERS on the brick wall. You really have no clue how hard that is! I missed like, 10 minutes of lunch break until Mrs Drover told us we could go. After lunch break, we had language lab. We got to hang out outside... it was pretty fun. We managed to get most of the people in both classes to play truth or dare, which was quite the amusement :P  After, we had physed. Ms Brennan was teaching us and us and Ms Dingwell's class had to do that orienteering thing where she times you while you run around to like, everywhere around the school OUTSIDE in the boiling hot sun, running back to the map every 3 seconds, looking for orange markers with holepunchers. It was SO GAY. Like seriously, heat stroke, much! I managed to get 19:30. Fastest time was 9 something by Drew DeBruin and slowest was 36 something by MiniZach:). After we were done, we got to hang out outside for a little bit and Desiree... Desiree... grade 8... the shorter one called me over and told me she found a pencil on the ground that said "Penny DeBruin!" Seriously though, WHO DID THAT. Like, that's like, really mean! :(   and for your information, whoever you are, if you haven't noticed, Liam and Drew are like, REALLY MEAN! Sorry both of you but you're both like... uh... not my type? ANYWAY, I couldn't do anything today because I had to give my dog meds! Was supposed to go to Audrey's... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extra notes: Grade eights are going to Pioneer Ranch all next week. :(   No school on Monday cuz it's Victoria Day! YEAH NO PHYSED&lt;33.   Um, hanging with Allison tomorrow, who wants to hang at Lions Park with us? Call me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;Won't be posting until grade eights get back.&lt;br /&gt;Byees &lt;3&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-6055336840742549011?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/6055336840742549011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=6055336840742549011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/6055336840742549011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/6055336840742549011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-layout.html' title='New Layout'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-767273891930646342</id><published>2008-05-11T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T04:39:56.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Well, as you all probably know already, today is mother's day! Haha... know what's funny, though? My mom goes by the lunar calender or something so this year, her birthday was the day before mother's day which kinda really sucks. I got her this purse from The Body Shop at the mall filled with all these moisturizers and stuff lol. I swear I didn't do ANYTHING or go ANYWHERE yesterday! But my stupid little brother wanted to have his little friends over and give my mom a headache on her birthday! It's like 5:40am now and I totally woke up at four for no reason.. And haha omgoodness yesterday, I seriously thought today was gonna be Monday so I got the project all ready and everything and did my homework :P  Well, uh , nothing more to say here :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xox&lt;br /&gt;happy mothers day &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-767273891930646342?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/767273891930646342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=767273891930646342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/767273891930646342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/767273891930646342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-2701192546287036245</id><published>2008-05-09T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T17:55:40.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:/</title><content type='html'>Today was pretty darn boring. We had a teacher vs. students basketball game and that was OK. Then me and Audrey and Darian and Dylan And Terry and Archie walked to Macs M-A-C-S, and bought like, jones :P. Then we ditched Terry and Archie and we walked to Lions Park and my mom was there so she gave us a ride home. Then we had lunch, then we worked on our health project (Allison came too) then we went out to Ty's house (grounded again) then Audrey had to go, then me and Allison and Darian hung out for a bit until Darian had to go, then me and Allison called a whole bunch of people, then she had to go... and now I'm all alone doing this. Mygoodness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days until Miskiw comes back from :o ALASKA. [I THINK] &lt;br /&gt;BETTER BE BACK IN 3 MISKIW or I'm gonna be extra super sad. :(&lt;br /&gt;Can't use the phone until tomorrow afternoon everybodayy, don't call mee!!&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-2701192546287036245?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/2701192546287036245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=2701192546287036245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/2701192546287036245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/2701192546287036245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=':/'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-3510398565689934504</id><published>2008-05-03T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T13:58:28.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HARRY POTTER OMFG!</title><content type='html'>I finished the HARRY POTTER SERIES. I've read from Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone to Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. OMFG. THIS IS A VERY BIG DEAL! And everyone kept telling me that Harry died in the end! He didn't! There was a happy ending :3   and the last like, 5 chapters made me cryy :*(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU HAVE TO READ THE LAST BOOK! IT'S THE BEST OF ALL OF THEM! Well, Dumbledore dies (Snape kills him) , Dumbledore totally like, told Snape to kill him, though. So Harry and Hermione and Ron are looking for these horcrux things and they find them all, but then Harry's all like, Ahhh I have to die for him to die so we both have to die anyway! Ahhh, then he like, commits suicide, sorta, by letting Voldemort kill him. But he didn't actually die, omfg. So he goes back to his little life form and kills Voldemort and Voldemort's all, omfg omfg ahhh. [Fred, Lupin, and Tonks are dead now :*( ] So, anyway, Harry get's married to Ginny (totally expected!) and he has 3 children, James, Albus, and Lily. Hermione and Ron got married and well, yeah. And this is the last line which I personally thought was pathetic. xD&lt;br /&gt;"As Harry looked at her, he lowered his hand absent-mindedly and touched the lightning scar on his forehead. 'I know he will.' (refers to his son Albus who's attending Hogwards for the first time ever, eek, yay!) The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years. All was well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH I FINISHED THE SERIES. :)&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-3510398565689934504?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/3510398565689934504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=3510398565689934504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/3510398565689934504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/3510398565689934504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/05/harry-potter-omfg.html' title='HARRY POTTER OMFG!'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-4067202065070038111</id><published>2008-05-02T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:20:23.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5:30 in the Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SBsTHr4q6nI/AAAAAAAAAPM/5riLDnItZx0/s1600-h/penny+ft+allison+and+audrey+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SBsR3L4q6gI/AAAAAAAAAOU/pURiF5y_PTc/s200/randomness+aha+011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195766234882959874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SBsR3r4q6hI/AAAAAAAAAOc/c2fa781wVwE/s1600-h/randomness+aha+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SBsR3r4q6hI/AAAAAAAAAOc/c2fa781wVwE/s200/randomness+aha+012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195766243472894482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**PIC UPDATESS**&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up at 5:30 in the morning! Which is like, a great big deal, rofl. It's still pretty early.. &lt;br /&gt;I have a socials test today! Unit 10. Urggghh. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my dog got away last night and we were looking for her EVERYWHERE but thank goodness she came back &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the whole Alaska thing. :*(  Miskiw I'm gonna miss ya lots. &lt;br /&gt;Mebbe going to Audrey's after school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmm that's pretty much it.&lt;br /&gt;Well, uhm&lt;br /&gt;Bye?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-4067202065070038111?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/4067202065070038111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=4067202065070038111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/4067202065070038111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/4067202065070038111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/05/530-in-morning.html' title='5:30 in the Morning'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SBsTHr4q6nI/AAAAAAAAAPM/5riLDnItZx0/s72-c/penny+ft+allison+and+audrey+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-1562472767043500748</id><published>2008-05-01T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T16:25:40.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alaska</title><content type='html'>Don't have enough time to write out everything but here are some stuff :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh.. we tested our Thermoses today and ours lasted like, 4 hours. &lt;br /&gt;Uhmm.. Miskiw's gone to Alaska for a week :*(  He made me a party hat =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like, really have to go now :P &lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-1562472767043500748?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/1562472767043500748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=1562472767043500748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/1562472767043500748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/1562472767043500748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/05/alaska.html' title='Alaska'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-3536877153508546433</id><published>2008-04-23T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T15:19:19.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Planet</title><content type='html'>This morning I was deciding if I should go to school or not...  and I ended up going because everyone else was going, but we ended up having only 16 people in class today. Ughhh. We watched the Hatchet movie which is totally gay! The book is so much better... and the guy isn't even hot. Anybody else notice his nose? Then our stupid doors have to be all the way at the back of the school so we have to go through the 5 ft deep snow every time we want to go back to class. omfg my feet were FREEZING today! I'm so wearing boots tomorrow. Ms D wasn't here for musical theater either so we had to sit through blue planet in Ms Nicholson's construction and design class which wasn't completely boring, but it was boring enoughh. She doesn't let you do anything! Ugghh. Then after school we watched the guys jump off of things (eg. baseball fence thingy, garbage cans, benches) which is pretty amusing.. OH I FORGOT TO MENTION. I totally had to wait for my bus for 20 minutes this morning and it was stuck in the snow just around the curb and we had to walk all the way to another stop for another bus to pick us up and it was an ugly bus! I didn't have time to hang out at all this morningg! Well my day wasn't that great but well, you know, it could be worse. Jordan, Dylan, whoever, please don't pick me up for the cliff. I don't even want to go anymore, Imm cold !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;Pennyy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-3536877153508546433?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/3536877153508546433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=3536877153508546433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/3536877153508546433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/3536877153508546433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/04/blue-planet.html' title='Blue Planet'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-3132856312637459724</id><published>2008-04-22T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T10:35:40.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Cancelled</title><content type='html'>I apologized to Ali and we're all good :)  &lt;br /&gt;I cleaned out my room yesterday, threw out 3 boxes of clothes and a whole bunch of stuff. It's all sparkly clean now. :P   &lt;br /&gt;I don't have any big news. Well, except it's snowed like, as much as it's snowed all winter in the last 3 days?! School was even cancelled today. My parents couldn't go to work. I have never seen a snowstorm in April, ever in my life. &lt;br /&gt;I have a cold :(  I guess it's the weather? It was freezing yesterday and they totally made us go outside. &lt;br /&gt;Umm. That's about it. Gonna go work on my piczo now! &lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;It's SqueakyClean-xx.piczo.com  but it isn't donne.&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-3132856312637459724?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/3132856312637459724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=3132856312637459724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/3132856312637459724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/3132856312637459724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/04/school-cancelled.html' title='School Cancelled'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-8205037745047606335</id><published>2008-04-14T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T15:30:59.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Had a Bad Day</title><content type='html'>Why this day was worse than others :&lt;br /&gt;- Ali's mad at me (no clue why since she won't tell me) and to be perfectly honest, I don't really care since I know I didn't do anything wrong. We were hugging on Friday, I came to school in the morning and the first thing you said was "I hate you, I'm never talking to you again." Only bad point is, really, that you're getting your whole groupie after me. &lt;br /&gt;- My parents are in Edmonton and I can't tell them about my problems. YES PEOPLE I tell my parents about my problems! Aaahhh do you have a problem with that?! &lt;br /&gt;- Audrey's in Edmonton, too! Why is everybody going to Edmonton?! She's coming back tomorrow but I missez her. :(&lt;br /&gt;- "He" wasn't at school for 2 days and it's really depressing if you think about.. the possibilities o___o.&lt;br /&gt;- I have a science test tomorrow on the hardest topic I have ever done in all my life. Probabbly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else, really. All I DONT want is to go to my classes tomorrow with Ali by my side cuz it's gonna be really awkward and hopefully we'll make up by the afternoon. Ughhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna be on Blogger for a while, working on Piczo!&lt;br /&gt;pennyazing.piczo.com&lt;br /&gt;Byeez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-8205037745047606335?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/8205037745047606335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=8205037745047606335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/8205037745047606335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/8205037745047606335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/04/had-bad-day.html' title='Had a Bad Day'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-2463682522669159441</id><published>2008-04-10T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T16:38:38.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My day was OK. We had gym with the grade 8's .. badminton. Something nice happened during gym, totally cleared up my love life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after school, everyone was leaving for the dance but the DJ didn't show up! So it got cancelled and we all had to call home and everything. Me and Allison and Daniel were going to the movies but David wasn't there so no. The DJ just got his schedule mixed up so he's giving us a free dance next time, in a couple weeks. Hopefully there'll be more people at this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the teachers felt bad and everything... and plus there were like, a bunch of kids afterschool, so they sent a couple buses and we went up to Westview and went to the dance there! Oh my gosh, their dances are so much more fun than ours. I met Tanner, too, who's this guy on my MSN that's been there for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe you missed it Audrey! :(   Would have been so much more fun with you around. AND YOU WOULD HAVE MET TANNER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx,&lt;br /&gt;LUVS YAA&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-2463682522669159441?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/2463682522669159441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=2463682522669159441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/2463682522669159441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/2463682522669159441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-day-was-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-3729080419762470909</id><published>2008-04-09T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T15:49:58.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I managed to get all my tasks done. The socials test was so much easier than I thought it was going to be, I regret studying so much for it. The piano thing? I didn't even need to learn the whole thing today, arrgh. I was all panicking yesterday too :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In math we're doing this presentation thing and I have to work with Archie and Dylan and Darian. In science we're doing this other thing where we have to actually make a thermos. I'm going to fail so bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and today I totally lost my purple converse shoes! I was looking for them everywhere but I guess they're gone for now. I'll check the lost and founds tomorrow. Maybe ask the custodian. But I found those other chocolate flats I lost last month haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dance is becoming a big deal these days too... since it's TOMORROW. Eeek! I don't have a date. But I found Audrey one.. :)  Lalala. I'm going with ALLY and ALLISON and they are mah dates &lt;33 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the weather, it's keeping up OK, except the snow's melting really rapidly and it's make huge puddles and muddyness. :\  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's pretty nice out now, too..&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna go find someone to hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33 luvv luvv Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-3729080419762470909?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/3729080419762470909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=3729080419762470909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/3729080419762470909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/3729080419762470909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/04/yesterday-i-managed-to-get-all-my-tasks.html' title=''/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-8761626032327940650</id><published>2008-04-08T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T16:13:24.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Ungrounded</title><content type='html'>Was totally grounded for the last week for something I swear to God I did not do! Arrrrrghh. I couldn't use the phone, I couldn't go on the computer, I couldn't go out, I lost all communication to civilization. It was horrible. Nothing interesting happened at all! School, home, room. School, home, room. School, home, room. For the last week. Now I'm ungrounded, and I wasn't allowed to go to Audrey's (it's my dad's birthday, I understand.. HBD daddyy :] )  , I have a socials test tomorrow, I have to learn "We Go Together" for the play by tomorrow and I have to go present shopping! Eeeek. I guess I'll spend like, an hour on the play, an hour on studying and then leave. Yehh. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, OMFG JANAY MOVED TO SASKATCHEWAN. The land of the living skies! Square and flat! OMFG. I'll miss you Janay !! :(   Nothing else to say here, can't waste time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;Penny &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-8761626032327940650?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/8761626032327940650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=8761626032327940650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/8761626032327940650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/8761626032327940650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/04/finally-ungrounded.html' title='Finally Ungrounded'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-7817997235331233571</id><published>2008-03-20T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T19:35:59.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last day of school! Nothing special. Went outside with grade 8s for physed, playing soccer in the snow. Ugh.. then I went to Audrey's with Allison and we had lots of fun. Haaha. OHYEAH. The fire alarm went off in Audrey's apartment as soon as we got there! And we're all grabbing our stuff... we had to stay out in the cold... chewing very bad tasting gum. Then we decided it was a false alarm so we went back in, haha. Then I stayed there for a while and now I'm back! LAlalalfjkdsga. I got the piano music for We Go Together and You Are The One I Want from Grease from Ms D. Yipeeee, I'm gonna go play em now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPRINGBREAK!&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/3 :*(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-7817997235331233571?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/7817997235331233571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=7817997235331233571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/7817997235331233571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/7817997235331233571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/03/last-day-of-school-nothing-special.html' title=''/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-3628071861286980481</id><published>2008-03-19T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T21:14:32.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janay &lt;3 Derek</title><content type='html'>Well um, read this first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;janay says:&lt;br /&gt;wheres the part about me&lt;br /&gt;penny, dubosquez.blogspot.com ! says:&lt;br /&gt;:P ?&lt;br /&gt;janay says:&lt;br /&gt;you know the duck thingy&lt;br /&gt;janay says:&lt;br /&gt;and can you put a nother thingy up about me being in love with Derek&lt;br /&gt;penny, dubosquez.blogspot.com ! says:&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what your talking about with the duck thingy but ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, well, my.. well... Janay's point is, she loves Derek. And his baby blue eyes? wtf. But, OK. Doing a favour for a friend. She loves Derek. Janay loves Derek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY EVERYONE?! JANAY LOVES DEREK. Tell your friends.&lt;br /&gt;Janay loves Derek Janay loves Derek Janay loves Derek Janay loves Derek Janay loves Derek&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-3628071861286980481?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/3628071861286980481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=3628071861286980481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/3628071861286980481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/3628071861286980481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/03/janay-3-derek.html' title='Janay &lt;3 Derek'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-1294603889366411257</id><published>2008-03-19T21:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T21:09:10.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Secrets</title><content type='html'>Margo told me about these and they're pretty cool! I'm gonna go make some right now. ^^&lt;br /&gt;www.postsecret.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-1294603889366411257?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/1294603889366411257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=1294603889366411257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/1294603889366411257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/1294603889366411257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/03/post-secrets.html' title='Post Secrets'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-9111660487990615728</id><published>2008-03-19T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:20:25.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bilson &amp; Brody</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R-HWgkYDVwI/AAAAAAAAANQ/lSlWJwu0OjE/s1600-h/rachel_bilson300x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R-HWgkYDVwI/AAAAAAAAANQ/lSlWJwu0OjE/s200/rachel_bilson300x400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179656901461497602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R-HWg0YDVxI/AAAAAAAAANY/-QI6SEkNpEc/s1600-h/RachelAdam_325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R-HWg0YDVxI/AAAAAAAAANY/-QI6SEkNpEc/s200/RachelAdam_325.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179656905756464914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R-HWQUYDVrI/AAAAAAAAAMo/x64LIkhXwGo/s1600-h/6a00c2251d4790f21900ccff91b461d756-500pi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R-HWQUYDVrI/AAAAAAAAAMo/x64LIkhXwGo/s200/6a00c2251d4790f21900ccff91b461d756-500pi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179656622288623282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R-HWQkYDVsI/AAAAAAAAAMw/bOhAa5_of6Q/s1600-h/76214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R-HWQkYDVsI/AAAAAAAAAMw/bOhAa5_of6Q/s200/76214.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179656626583590594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R-HWQ0YDVtI/AAAAAAAAAM4/QwzU1Afkshk/s1600-h/Adam-Rachel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R-HWQ0YDVtI/AAAAAAAAAM4/QwzU1Afkshk/s200/Adam-Rachel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179656630878557906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R-HWQ0YDVuI/AAAAAAAAANA/t1lVzG6B870/s1600-h/oc5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R-HWQ0YDVuI/AAAAAAAAANA/t1lVzG6B870/s200/oc5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179656630878557922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R-HWQ0YDVvI/AAAAAAAAANI/xKgAKymVukA/s1600-h/rachel%2520bilson%2520adam%2520brody.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R-HWQ0YDVvI/AAAAAAAAANI/xKgAKymVukA/s200/rachel%2520bilson%2520adam%2520brody.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179656630878557938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored, and they're pretty darn cute together, aren't they ?! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-9111660487990615728?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/9111660487990615728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=9111660487990615728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/9111660487990615728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/9111660487990615728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/03/bilson-brody.html' title='Bilson &amp; Brody'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R-HWgkYDVwI/AAAAAAAAANQ/lSlWJwu0OjE/s72-c/rachel_bilson300x400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-2513173163688115205</id><published>2008-03-19T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T15:34:53.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Penny Carnival</title><content type='html'>Today was the Penny Carnival from 9 in the morning to 3 in the afternoon. We got to help out, and I seriously thought it was going to be fun. I was kinda sorta maybe totally completely wrong. I had to stand around in the exact same stop, screaming at kids and getting soaked in dirty water. Well it was just a carnival. You know... games, food, candy. I hated cleaning up in the end most though. Jeez those kids make a lot of mess. My back hurts like hell right now and my feet aren't too great either. Stupid sparkly facepaint was damn hard to get off, too. Miskiw cheated on me friggin like, five times today too. &gt;.&lt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a very good day.&lt;br /&gt;xx &lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-2513173163688115205?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/2513173163688115205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=2513173163688115205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/2513173163688115205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/2513173163688115205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/03/penny-carnival.html' title='Penny Carnival'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-755628365814515989</id><published>2008-03-16T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:20:25.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R92hQC484pI/AAAAAAAAAMc/nuXv3naOT7E/s1600-h/b37333711.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R92hQC484pI/AAAAAAAAAMc/nuXv3naOT7E/s200/b37333711.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178472443571659410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeh, it's just another day in my life. And I'm really bored... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to WalMart to get another video game... Fifa 08 (=  Then I got some lunch with my dad and my brother. I didn't eat much because I had a big breakfast. Then I came home and talked to Audrey on the phone for a really long time, then I went for a walk, and now I'm on the computer. I'm going to go try that new game... then I'll get some reading done... then I'll walk my dog... by then it'll be suppertime... I'll get ready for school tomorrow... and if I have time I'll get back on the computer. Sounds like a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's leaving for Korea, 2 weeks, tomorrow. It's a bad thing. Also a good thing. I'll miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUOTE:&lt;br /&gt;I saw your Keynote Speech at the Austin Convention Center last week. I knew it would be emotional but was not prepared to hear a wedding proposal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he popped the question, I held my breath as I watched her walk up to the stage to say "yes" or "no". (I almost passed out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xePij4VHVhk&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xePij4VHVhk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEK! omg. Isn't that the CUTEST THING YOU HAVE EVER SEEN IN YOUR LIFE?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-755628365814515989?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/755628365814515989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=755628365814515989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/755628365814515989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/755628365814515989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-another-day.html' title='Just Another Day...'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R92hQC484pI/AAAAAAAAAMc/nuXv3naOT7E/s72-c/b37333711.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-5297491763831089850</id><published>2008-03-14T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T11:07:56.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging Wiff AUDREYtastic.</title><content type='html'>woke up at like 7 this morning to hang out with audreyy. we were having lotsa fun playing guitar hero and stuff until we went to jordans and he sprayed me. with fun foam. omg immature much! yepyep and guess what everyone. audrey gots a boyfriend! brandon (=  they are sooo perfecttt. awww. &lt;br /&gt;xx &lt;br /&gt;penny and audreey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-5297491763831089850?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/5297491763831089850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=5297491763831089850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/5297491763831089850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/5297491763831089850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/03/hanging-wiff-audreytastic.html' title='Hanging Wiff AUDREYtastic.'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-5333341369803367898</id><published>2008-03-13T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T15:35:32.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A really BAD DAY &gt;:(</title><content type='html'>Bad things that happened today (Aboriginal Day) :&lt;br /&gt;I slipped and fell on ice this morning when I was walking to my bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;I got something THROWN at on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;I am so stupid -- Today was a baaaad day for wearing flats.&lt;br /&gt;I had to eat that breadish stuff that Archie brought in... and I think Im allergic.&lt;br /&gt;I had to see that "Crazy Cree" dancer, and I had to shake a damn rattle. &lt;br /&gt;I had too much food during lunch and almost died.&lt;br /&gt;I had to play stupid outdoor games in the freezing cold. Deep snow... flats... &lt;br /&gt;I got screamed at by teachers today. A lot. &lt;br /&gt;I had to wait out in the freezing cold for my dad to pick me up -- DAMN BROTHER.&lt;br /&gt;I went down in EVERY SINGLE SUBJECT on my report card.&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAARRRRGGGGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GONNA GO study.&lt;br /&gt;DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT.&lt;br /&gt;I hope your day is nicer than mine.&lt;br /&gt;xx Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-5333341369803367898?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/5333341369803367898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=5333341369803367898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/5333341369803367898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/5333341369803367898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/03/really-bad-day.html' title='A really BAD DAY &gt;:('/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-6199562752055427575</id><published>2008-03-11T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T17:17:16.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been 6 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IXpbQlaOmF4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IXpbQlaOmF4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EmoTOYBOY's new 2008 comeback! Awwwh (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't posted in the last 6 days. It was either I had nothing interesting to talk about or I was busy! Nothing important, really. I don't even remember half the things I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really warming up here. Snow's half of what it's been 2 days ago. It even started raining today... I think it's actually spring! Only thing, the snow's turned into ice cuz of the rain and now it's all... slippery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing today. Musical theater? Finished off Grease, we're performing the ending carnival scene. Hope it turns out alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err... &lt;br /&gt;bye!,&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-6199562752055427575?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/6199562752055427575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=6199562752055427575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/6199562752055427575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/6199562752055427575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-been-6-days.html' title='It&apos;s Been 6 Days'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-5887825501801863183</id><published>2008-03-05T16:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T16:42:36.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a pretty pathetic ass day so I'm going to include every little detail about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 6 becuase I like to wake up before my alarm rings so that I don't have to listen to it's horrifying sound. Anyway, I got dressed and stuff and went to school. I was right on time for the bus thankfully since it was freezing out! Didn't do much on the bus. The usual throwing of random objects and very loud school bus din. :P  Audrey wasn't here for the morning though, so it was lonely since Khalid was suspended, too. I was all alone on the right side of the classroom. Math was boring and I don't even remember doing science... Then we had locker break. I was playing Bullshit with Janay and Dylan and Jordan and Dean and Ty but it was getting boring so I went and watched Allie and Audrey and Catherine play Uno :P  Today was the first time I met Mr Haywood Farmer (lmfao!) and yeah... no. We had LA and we had to rewrite our summary of our week off and Maryssa ended up correcting mine and I spelt mom wrong for some reason! xD  We had to get a new novel study book called Hatchet and it looks really gay. Next we had lunch break and me and Allison and Audrey went to the library to volunteer. It was too cold to go out, anyway. Then we had lunch. We had beef stew, bun, and an apple square on the menu. Beef stew was disgusting so I just had the apple square :P  Then I had musical theater. We had to mime again except by ourselves. I ended up going up three times. Once playing a baseball position, once playing a customer at a restaurant and once as a coach at a swimming pool. Then we had ILC where I had to do another novel study and as always, it was boring. Then we had homeroom which was hectic as usual and Ms Miller was mad... as usual. After school a couple guys (Jordan, Dylan, Dean, Justin, Ty, David) were climbing the fence in the field and they're all like, jumping off of it. It was really scary watching them so me and Janay were screaming at them not to jump and I guess they kinda got creeped out. On the bus ride home, I didn't do anything but listen to people's conversations, hahaa. Now I'm here and I don't have any plans today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nebody wanna do nething, msg me on MSN :P &lt;br /&gt;xox&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-5887825501801863183?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/5887825501801863183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=5887825501801863183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/5887825501801863183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/5887825501801863183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/03/today-was-pretty-pathetic-ass-day-so-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-2543638411869221197</id><published>2008-03-04T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:20:25.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother With One Eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R83-SEkz4gI/AAAAAAAAAL0/u2nUyoZcZ_o/s1600-h/b48132384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R83-SEkz4gI/AAAAAAAAAL0/u2nUyoZcZ_o/s200/b48132384.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174071133337805314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well again, nothing too special happened today! Except it was the first day of muscial theater and it's pretty cool :) &lt;br /&gt;To make my post longer, I found a story!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom only had one eye.&lt;br /&gt;I hated her... she was such an embarressment..&lt;br /&gt;my mom ran a small shop at a flea market.&lt;br /&gt;she collected little weeds and such to sell...&lt;br /&gt;anything for the money we needed&lt;br /&gt;she was such an embarressment.&lt;br /&gt;there was this one day during elementary school..&lt;br /&gt;it was field day, and my mom came.&lt;br /&gt;I was so embarressed. how could she do this to me?  threw her a hateful look and ran out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day at school... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"your mom only has one eye?!?!" ..and they taunted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished that my mom would just dissappear from this world so i said to my  mom, "mom.. why dont you have the other eye?! if you're only gonna make me  a laughingstock, why dont you just die?!!!" my mom did not respond.. I  guess I felt a little bad, but at the same time, it felt&lt;br /&gt;good to think  that i had said what I'd wanted to say all this time.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was  because my mom hadnt punished me, but i didnt think that i had hurt her  feelings very badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.  my mom was crying there, so quietly, as if she was afraid that she might  wake me. I took a look at her, then turned away because of the thing I had said to her earlier, there was something pinching at me in the corner of my heart. even so, I hated my mother who was crying out of her one eye.&lt;br /&gt;so I told myself that I would grow up and become successful. cause I hated &amp;! nbsp;my one-eyed mom and our desperate poverty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I studied real hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my mother and came to Seoul and studied, and got accepted in the  Seoul University with all the confidence I had. then, I got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a house of my own.&lt;br /&gt;then I had kids, too..&lt;br /&gt;now I'm living happily as a successful man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it here because it's a place that doesnt remind me of my mom.&lt;br /&gt;this happiness was getting bigger and bigger, when.. what?! who's this?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...it was my mother... ..still with her one eye.&lt;br /&gt;it felt as if the whole sky was falling apart on me.&lt;br /&gt;my little girl ran away, scared of my mom's eye.&lt;br /&gt;and I asked her, "who are you?!"&lt;br /&gt;"I dont know you!!!" as if trying to make that real. I screamed at her,"  how dare you come to my house and scare my daughter!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to this, my mother quietly answered, "oh, I'm so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address," and she dissappeared out of sight. thank good ness... she doesnt recognize me..&lt;br /&gt;I was quite relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself that I wasnt going to care, or think about this for the rest of my life. then a wave of relief came upon me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. so, lying to my wife that I was going on a business trip, I went. after the reunion,  I went down to the old shack, that I used to call a house...just out of  curiosity there, I found my mother fallen on the cold ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I did not shed a single tear.&lt;br /&gt;she had a piece of paper in her hand.... it was a letter to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my son...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my life has been long enough now..&lt;br /&gt;and... I wont visit Seoul anymore...&lt;br /&gt;but would it be too much to ask if I wanted you to come visit me once in a  while? I miss you so much.. and i was so glad when I heard you were coming  for the reunion. but I decided not to go to the school. ...for you... and I'm sorry that I only have one eye, and I was an embarressment for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. as a mom, I couldnt stand watching you having to grow up with  only one eye... so I gave you mine... I was so proud of my son that was  seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye. I was never  upset at you for anything you did.. the couple times that you were angry with me,.. I thought to myself, 'it's because he loves me..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my son... oh, my son...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want you to cry for me, because of my death.&lt;br /&gt;please dont cry...&lt;br /&gt;my son, I love you so much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-2543638411869221197?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/2543638411869221197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=2543638411869221197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/2543638411869221197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/2543638411869221197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/03/mother-with-one-eye.html' title='Mother With One Eye'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R83-SEkz4gI/AAAAAAAAAL0/u2nUyoZcZ_o/s72-c/b48132384.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-5181664096498917673</id><published>2008-03-03T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:20:26.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(=</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R8yXZFEi9AI/AAAAAAAAALs/0i2v2EYs3pA/s1600-h/i117989899_78882_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R8yXZFEi9AI/AAAAAAAAALs/0i2v2EYs3pA/s200/i117989899_78882_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173676529055626242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate school. I seriously hate it. But it was a good day at school. More good than usual (=  I have my personal reasons. Gym was stupid but health was OK :P  Twister annnnd Monopolyy annnnd Risk ! We are such children D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and my grandmum came back today! Yipee. WITH GIFTS! (=  Yupyup for me and my brother. We got a PSP and I got a new keychain which is awesomer than it sounds and some new clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is keeping up though. -24 today and it's still snowing! Damn snow won't ever stop. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I really don't think your day will get any better than mine!&lt;br /&gt;LOLXOX&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-5181664096498917673?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/5181664096498917673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=5181664096498917673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/5181664096498917673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/5181664096498917673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_03.html' title='(='/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R8yXZFEi9AI/AAAAAAAAALs/0i2v2EYs3pA/s72-c/i117989899_78882_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-360105059179206368</id><published>2008-03-02T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:20:26.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R8t1_BFVKSI/AAAAAAAAALc/sRfcJ0DTEIQ/s1600-h/Audrey+and+Pennnnny+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R8t1_BFVKSI/AAAAAAAAALc/sRfcJ0DTEIQ/s200/Audrey+and+Pennnnny+027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173358322448148770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R8t1_hFVKTI/AAAAAAAAALk/KjGlWDn6_ns/s1600-h/Audrey+and+Pennnnny+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R8t1_hFVKTI/AAAAAAAAALk/KjGlWDn6_ns/s200/Audrey+and+Pennnnny+006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173358331038083378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I got over the whole MSN thing... I DID save my contacts so I have them all back on my new account. (=  Hehee.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened yesterday except Audrey came over... LOL we had funn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todaay it was really cold! -27.. and I got icecream! Whewt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow, my dad and my grandmum are coming up from Vancouver and it's the first day of school after teachers convention (=  Can't wait till tuesday -- first day of musical drama! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else of note&lt;br /&gt;xxo&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-360105059179206368?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/360105059179206368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=360105059179206368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/360105059179206368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/360105059179206368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='!!'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R8t1_BFVKSI/AAAAAAAAALc/sRfcJ0DTEIQ/s72-c/Audrey+and+Pennnnny+027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-6396040136198242563</id><published>2008-03-02T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T14:14:10.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>omfg.</title><content type='html'>Today is quite possibly the worst day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost the MSN account that I have been using for the last 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 years of building up my contacts list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 years of very important emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 FRUCKING YEARS, DAMNIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;penpen__01@hotmail.com is probably gone forever.&lt;br /&gt;quality_shw33ts@hotmail.com, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgomgomgomgomgomgomgsrjuilsgd lcaf.&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-6396040136198242563?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/6396040136198242563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=6396040136198242563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/6396040136198242563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/6396040136198242563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/03/omfg.html' title='omfg.'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-6346908268176035124</id><published>2008-02-29T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T12:32:22.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-6346908268176035124?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/6346908268176035124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=6346908268176035124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/6346908268176035124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/6346908268176035124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-5270330776880903309</id><published>2008-02-28T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T19:59:33.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been moping over him for the last three days and I don't think the mopiness will ever wear off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you more than I have ever known&lt;br /&gt;Those starry eyes&lt;br /&gt;Those tender lips&lt;br /&gt;You made my heart melt&lt;br /&gt;Then boil into a roaring fire&lt;br /&gt;I now know&lt;br /&gt;What my eyes could not see&lt;br /&gt;You are the only one that is for me&lt;br /&gt;Many nights those tears flew&lt;br /&gt;Being myself without anyone&lt;br /&gt;Anyone to care about the thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the sky and knowing&lt;br /&gt;Many mistakes I had&lt;br /&gt;Many mistakes I have had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;penny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-5270330776880903309?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/5270330776880903309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=5270330776880903309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/5270330776880903309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/5270330776880903309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-have-been-moping-over-him-for-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-7236000076056459705</id><published>2008-02-27T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T15:18:54.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It Snow</title><content type='html'>This morning I punched my brother in the stomach because he WOKE ME UP at 10:30 in the morning! AAAAAAH. I was so mad. Which is why I punched him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any plans for today and I don't intend on making any since it's snowing so much outside! It's already like, a foot deep from today. What is with the weather? One day it's nice and hot and sunny and the next it's freezing and snowing maniacly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I was putting away my laundry last night while everybody else was sleeping and I realized my drawers were overflowing so I decided to organize it. And it turned out to be really uhh, tiring and messy so I decided to put it off till tomorrow but I couldn't fall asleep with all that mess in my room so I ended up cleaning it all out and throwing out 5 tops. They were ugly tops and it's really hard to imagine I wore those in the past. :P  And it was around 12 when my dad came home from work and I was glad I could see him before he went to Vancouver the next day (today) because there was no freaking way that I was going to wake up at 6 in the morning. He's coming home the same day school starts for me again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really doubt anything special will happen today.&lt;br /&gt;Probably just mope around in my room,&lt;br /&gt;Missing him.&lt;br /&gt;xox,&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-7236000076056459705?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/7236000076056459705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=7236000076056459705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/7236000076056459705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/7236000076056459705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/02/let-it-snow.html' title='Let It Snow'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-7749026734191422070</id><published>2008-02-26T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:20:27.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R8SgMF5-DII/AAAAAAAAALM/xCU18_Flukk/s1600-h/hellogoodbye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R8SgMF5-DII/AAAAAAAAALM/xCU18_Flukk/s200/hellogoodbye.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171434401732365442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babysitting Julia today. Yeah um, she's 7 and very energetic. VERY ENERGETIC. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much my day from 8 in the morning till now. I like, totally renovated my toom, too. It was hard with Julia and my brother around and my parents gone but I managed and it looks really nice, too. :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dad's going to Vancouver tomorrow to pick up my grandmum and he's coming back in a couple. Err...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That really is it for today :S !&lt;br /&gt;xox,&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-7749026734191422070?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/7749026734191422070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=7749026734191422070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/7749026734191422070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/7749026734191422070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/02/babysitting-julia-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R8SgMF5-DII/AAAAAAAAALM/xCU18_Flukk/s72-c/hellogoodbye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-7215448940651383445</id><published>2008-02-25T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:20:27.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R8MiSF5-DGI/AAAAAAAAAK8/cirrkfRuQsc/s1600-h/i121434241_93652_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R8MiSF5-DGI/AAAAAAAAAK8/cirrkfRuQsc/s200/i121434241_93652_6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171014491369770082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some more info on MEEEE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;name: Penny. my full first name, Penny.&lt;br /&gt;gender: I'mma female.&lt;br /&gt;height: 5'2, almost 5'3.&lt;br /&gt;hair color: Light-light brown, light brown, brown, dark brown, black.&lt;br /&gt;siblings: One younger brother. Name's Ian and he's 7.&lt;br /&gt;Sport: I&lt;3Hockey&lt;br /&gt;Favourite place: What do you mean? Norway or the mall? &lt;br /&gt;Favourite store: Garage, Bluenotes, Hollister, A&amp;F, AE, Claires&lt;br /&gt;MSN: penpen__01@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;eyes: I'mma brown eyed girl.&lt;br /&gt;highschool: Depends where I'm gonna be at.&lt;br /&gt;before Highschool: Dr Clark&lt;br /&gt;hometown: Vancouver &lt;br /&gt;favorite pop: Coca Cola.&lt;br /&gt;favorite restaurant: Let's see... does Tim Hortons count?&lt;br /&gt;favorite book: The City of Ember&lt;br /&gt;favorite animal: Bunnies. Wait till you hear my version of The Tortise and The Hare.&lt;br /&gt;favorite burger place: McDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;favorite hobby: L0L! Scrapbooking?&lt;br /&gt;bar or club: Uhm, club.&lt;br /&gt;favorite vitamins: Whaaat?&lt;br /&gt;favorite TV show: The OC&lt;br /&gt;gold or silver: Gold.&lt;br /&gt;favorite five letter word: P-e-n-n-y&lt;br /&gt;comedian: Sun Jay. Hahhah, well... I think he's a comedian. xD&lt;br /&gt;candy: No. Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;cereal: Oatmeal Crisp (Maple Nut)&lt;br /&gt;chewing gum: Hubba Bubba bubble gum&lt;br /&gt;day of week: Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;least fave day: Monday&lt;br /&gt;jello flavor: Cherry or orange.&lt;br /&gt;summer/winter: Both but I have to say that Summer is a tad bit awesomer.&lt;br /&gt;trampolines or swimming pools: Trampolines... and swimming pools (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for/against&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long distants relationships: Um! It depends, I guess!&lt;br /&gt;killing people: Against&lt;br /&gt;teenage smoking: Against&lt;br /&gt;driving drunk: Against&lt;br /&gt;gay/lesbian relationships: I don't exactly care.&lt;br /&gt;soap operas: Uh, they're OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have you ever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever cried over a boy: Yes&lt;br /&gt;ever been in a fist fight: Yeah but like, it wasn't serious. xD&lt;br /&gt;ever been arrested: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;ever had a friend die: No, thank God.&lt;br /&gt;ever dated a cousin: No and I really don't think I ever will.&lt;br /&gt;ever used a gun: Waterguns, of course!&lt;br /&gt;ever finished a puzzle: Like.. like... a jigsaw puzzle? Yes!&lt;br /&gt;ever got surgery: Well no. Not that I can remember. &lt;br /&gt;ever got beat up: No, I'm not the type of person to get beat up. :P&lt;br /&gt;ever hated someone: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;ever made a huge mistake: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;ever tried any drugs: No.&lt;br /&gt;said "i love you" and meant it?: Yess. &lt;br /&gt;gone out in public in your pajamas?: Of course.&lt;br /&gt;kept a secret from everyone?: No, I always tell my bestest friends. (: &lt;br /&gt;cried during a movie?: Of course -- The Notebook... Finding Nemo...&lt;br /&gt;ever at anytime owned new kids on the block?: Nope - I, myself am always the new kid.&lt;br /&gt;planned your week based on the tv guide?: No, I have a life.&lt;br /&gt;been on stage?: Yeaaah!&lt;br /&gt;been to New York?: No, but I want to!&lt;br /&gt;been to California?: No, but I want to!&lt;br /&gt;been to Florida?: No, but I want to!&lt;br /&gt;been to hawaii?: Nopee and I don't really wanna..&lt;br /&gt;been to china?: Nopee.&lt;br /&gt;been to canada?: My whole life, much?&lt;br /&gt;been to europe?: I wish.&lt;br /&gt;your nickname(s): Penpen, Penpenpennyazing, Pennaaay. &lt;br /&gt;how old do you look?: I've heard a lot. But I'm guessing around 12-14 since I always get a childrens ticket at the movies ;)&lt;br /&gt;how old do you act?: Ask somebody.&lt;br /&gt;glasses/contacts?: Both.&lt;br /&gt;braces: Maybe in the future. According to dentist.&lt;br /&gt;do you have any pets?: I have a pet dog named Canyon (Cross golden German Shepherd) and a hedgehog named Ellie (African Pygmy)&lt;br /&gt;you get embarrassed?: Mhm&lt;br /&gt;what upsets you?: Not too much. I try to be as optimistic as possible.&lt;br /&gt;criminal record?: No.&lt;br /&gt;do you speak any other languages?: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;name some of your favorite things in your bedroom?: My wonderful stuffed animals, mah bed, my keyboard, my fortunes from fortune cookies collection... and well, I really love my whole room.&lt;br /&gt;worst feeling in the world?: Hm um. I wouldn't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-7215448940651383445?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/7215448940651383445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=7215448940651383445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/7215448940651383445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/7215448940651383445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/02/penny.html' title='Penny'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R8MiSF5-DGI/AAAAAAAAAK8/cirrkfRuQsc/s72-c/i121434241_93652_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-470438924145933221</id><published>2008-02-23T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:20:27.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desiree's Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R8DXHl5-DDI/AAAAAAAAAKk/OZ00WW6B2hQ/s1600-h/i159900163_20950_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R8DXHl5-DDI/AAAAAAAAAKk/OZ00WW6B2hQ/s200/i159900163_20950_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170368897655639090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up and Julia was at my house! I was actually supposed to be babysitting her but I still ended up going to Desiree's birthday. The worst thing happened to Janay though and I felt reallllyy bad for her!! I told Janay to come swimming with us and she came just when we were done... it was horrible. Then we had to sit and wait and it was quiet and stuff then Desiree's dad came to pick us up and there weren't any seats left for Janay... :(  But I lost 1.25 in the pop machine. Stupid stupid pop machine. We got back and we were with Shelan and Kaitlyn (??) and we just hung around and ate pizza and threw snowballs at JT and Clay and Dean and got snow in our shoes. Then we had the cake and watched Desiree open her presents... and yeah. I &lt;33 her cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;Lovelovelove,&lt;br /&gt;Penneeeee.&lt;br /&gt;HBD DESIREE &lt;3333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-470438924145933221?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/470438924145933221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=470438924145933221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/470438924145933221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/470438924145933221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/02/desirees-birthday-party.html' title='Desiree&apos;s Birthday Party'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R8DXHl5-DDI/AAAAAAAAAKk/OZ00WW6B2hQ/s72-c/i159900163_20950_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-1243853404556567070</id><published>2008-02-22T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:20:27.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPRING BREAK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R7851l5-DCI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7PBZn-nx2D8/s1600-h/i164214600_30676_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R7851l5-DCI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7PBZn-nx2D8/s200/i164214600_30676_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169914490115722274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring break. I don't get how they can call it that in Fort McMurray since there are absolutly no signs of spring. It really is warming up though. Went up to +2 today! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was really boring today and even though it already is boring, it was especially boring. We watched this video on penguins in Ms Millers and then we had to watch this really gay one on dinosaurs where I fell asleep. Then we had to do buddy reading and me and Audrey partnered up with this one kid and he has this screwed up accent (sorry, kid) and he kept on frucking spitting all over my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I took the bus to a farther stop so I could walk. Then I hung around with my dog for a while and umm... I don't have any plans but it's really nice out so maybe I'll go skating in the rink with whoever wanna (: ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;msg, xox,&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS! I'm getting a little confused with the pictures I'm putting up on my posts so sorry if I repeat some.. :l&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-1243853404556567070?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/1243853404556567070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=1243853404556567070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/1243853404556567070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/1243853404556567070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/02/spring-break.html' title='SPRING BREAK!'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R7851l5-DCI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7PBZn-nx2D8/s72-c/i164214600_30676_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-1440478894827215765</id><published>2008-02-21T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:20:28.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Performances</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R74o315-DBI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jsyPLGh9eT4/s1600-h/i170412115_96533_3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R74o315-DBI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jsyPLGh9eT4/s200/i170412115_96533_3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169614362096045074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I missed nearly half of my classes .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[HEY had to stop. Guess who was just at mah door? Desiree... lol -- invite for her birthday (: whewt]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I missed nearly half my classes because the band was performing our last 2 performances. We ended up playing that Clash something song and Pirates. Pirates sucked because we got lost like, 1500 times. Those were our last two performances because.. no more band options. :(  But I'm taking musical theater for term 3! I feel like I've already said that but whatever. I'm such a dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to say here... though I feel like I forgot to write something important that happened today... hm.. &lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-1440478894827215765?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/1440478894827215765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=1440478894827215765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/1440478894827215765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/1440478894827215765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-i-missed-nearly-half-of-my.html' title='Last Performances'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R74o315-DBI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jsyPLGh9eT4/s72-c/i170412115_96533_3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-1585642286062436719</id><published>2008-02-20T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:20:28.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:( !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R7yu615-DAI/AAAAAAAAAKM/DBG1xDqJ3-s/s1600-h/i164324511_80659_2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R7yu615-DAI/AAAAAAAAAKM/DBG1xDqJ3-s/s200/i164324511_80659_2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169198798240353282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't go to school today cuz I had the stomach flu! ):  Horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I've just been hanging around my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xox,&lt;br /&gt;Pennee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-1585642286062436719?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/1585642286062436719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=1585642286062436719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/1585642286062436719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/1585642286062436719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=':( !!'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R7yu615-DAI/AAAAAAAAAKM/DBG1xDqJ3-s/s72-c/i164324511_80659_2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-2675268995867411855</id><published>2008-02-19T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:20:28.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>99 ZOMFRUCKINGG.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R7uFjl5-C_I/AAAAAAAAAKE/RMYEVnIFdvo/s1600-h/i109912038_52570_6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R7uFjl5-C_I/AAAAAAAAAKE/RMYEVnIFdvo/s200/i109912038_52570_6.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168871843854945266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was our second last day of term 2 options! I'm taking musical theater for term 3 and I hope it's as good as it sounds. I am such a geek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't get our exams back until report card week but I got my socials exam results earlier becaause I'm special like that. Yeaah, but also cuz I got the highest mark ever! I got 99%! I was so dang shocked, I actually asked her to repeat what she said. Twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus there was a basketball game today! Timberlea VS Dr Clark. GOOOOO DINOS! &lt;33. But I couldn't go because I'm not allowed. No more spectators. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would really love to tell you about the rest of my day but I have to go eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yumyum,&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-2675268995867411855?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/2675268995867411855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=2675268995867411855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/2675268995867411855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/2675268995867411855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/02/99-zomfruckingg.html' title='99 ZOMFRUCKINGG.'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R7uFjl5-C_I/AAAAAAAAAKE/RMYEVnIFdvo/s72-c/i109912038_52570_6.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-1019304844177510887</id><published>2008-02-18T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:20:28.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Health Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R7ohAF5-C-I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/hBrULzIpnZI/s1600-h/sunrise+%2B+health+project+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R7ohAF5-C-I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/hBrULzIpnZI/s200/sunrise+%2B+health+project+012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168479807830100962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R7og215-C9I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/GmWGm6JmV9w/s1600-h/sunrise+%2B+health+project+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R7og215-C9I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/GmWGm6JmV9w/s200/sunrise+%2B+health+project+011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168479648916310994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CLICK ON IMAGE TO ENLARGE TO ACTUAL SIZE]&lt;br /&gt;Finished. Finally finished with hours and hours of lonesome, grueling hard work.&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-1019304844177510887?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/1019304844177510887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=1019304844177510887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/1019304844177510887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/1019304844177510887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/02/health-project.html' title='Health Project'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R7ohAF5-C-I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/hBrULzIpnZI/s72-c/sunrise+%2B+health+project+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-1423271439302865856</id><published>2008-02-18T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:20:29.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R7nbHF5-C8I/AAAAAAAAAJo/u2DW9WK6pSU/s1600-h/i159838156_5937_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R7nbHF5-C8I/AAAAAAAAAJo/u2DW9WK6pSU/s200/i159838156_5937_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168402962275240898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to make a long story short -- I'm working on the project alone now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Day, Family Day. Well we were planning on going to lunch but that didn't work out. My dad's coming home a bit earlier today so maybe we can doing something later. Hmm. Now because I made that long story short [^], this blog post is generally smaller than most so I'm going to add some new Tickle results I got! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When do you risk it all?: Family.&lt;br /&gt;- The identity test: Your high score in the Openness category means that you probably have a strong creative streak. Your medium score in the Conscientiousness category means that you have achieved a solid balance in your outlook towards responsibility. Your high score in the Extraversion category defines your social identity. You probably feel very comfortable with a large number of people, and enjoy spending your time with them. Your high score indicates your tendency to forego your own desires for the sake of others - sometimes to a fault. Your medium score means that you're someone who negotiates your emotions depending on your situation.&lt;br /&gt;- Are you emo?: (I thought this result was hilarious so I decided to put the whole thin down)...&lt;br /&gt;Penny, you are Not Emo Enough We're surprised you're even taking this test, frankly. Don't you have a frat party to go to or something? You're so not emo. Too busy to start up a blog and happy enough that you don't break down in tears every five minutes, you're the kind of go-getter that keeps the world moving and shaking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't obsessed with rainbows and kittens and the prom or anything, so don't be too hard on yourself. But have you ever considered the emo life? It's so in and easier than you think — all you need is a tight t-shirt from Goodwill, a Sunny Date Real Estate CD, and a little bit of black hair dye and you're good to go. Now start moping! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;haha,&lt;br /&gt;xox,&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-1423271439302865856?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/1423271439302865856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=1423271439302865856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/1423271439302865856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/1423271439302865856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/02/well-to-make-long-story-short-im.html' title='Family Day'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R7nbHF5-C8I/AAAAAAAAAJo/u2DW9WK6pSU/s72-c/i159838156_5937_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-8535028923776653131</id><published>2008-02-16T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T12:16:15.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressin School</title><content type='html'>This health thing is really getting to me. I woke up at 8! on a Saturday! I called the library and they said they were open 1-5 tomorrow so I hope everyone can make it... I typed out ALL the frucking information and Trevor did... nothing :O. Oh well he better help out tomorrow or all credit goes to moi. It's what I got so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEALING WITH ADDICTION...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♣ What Is The Difference Between Substance Abuse And Addiction? ♣&lt;br /&gt;Substance abuse is using an illegal substance or using a legal stubstance in the wrong way. You can get addicted to all sorts of stubstances -- though some are more addictive than others.&lt;br /&gt;Addiction is when you have no control over whether or not you use a drug or you drink -- you have to have it. Addiction can be physical, psychological, or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♣ Physical And Psychological Addiction ♣&lt;br /&gt;Physical : When your body becomes dependent on a particular substance or you build tolerance to that stubstance (needing a larger dose than before to get the same effects). When someone is addicted and they stop using that stubstance, they may experience withdrawal symptoms such as diarrhea, shaking, or generally feeling awful.&lt;br /&gt;Psychological : When your cravings for that substance is emotional and you feel overcome by the desire to have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♣ A person crosses the line between abuse and addiction when their life centers around the drug and they no longer feel like there is a choice in taking a substance. ♣&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♣ Signs of Addiction ♣&lt;br /&gt;Physical signs :&lt;br /&gt;changes in sleeping habits.&lt;br /&gt;feeling shaky or sick when trying to stop.&lt;br /&gt;needing to take more of the stubstance for the same effect.&lt;br /&gt;changes in eating habits.&lt;br /&gt;Psychological signs :&lt;br /&gt;use of drugs or alchohol as a way to forget problems.&lt;br /&gt;withdrawal or keeping secrets from loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;problems with school.&lt;br /&gt;changes in friendships.&lt;br /&gt;spending a lot of time figuring out how to get drugs.&lt;br /&gt;stealing or selling belongings to afford drugs.&lt;br /&gt;failed attemps to stop taking drugs or drinking.&lt;br /&gt;anxiety, anger, or depression.&lt;br /&gt;mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♣ Getting Help ♣&lt;br /&gt;Recognizing you have a problem is the first step to getting help. Although a lot of people think they can kick the problem alone, that usually doesn't work out. It may help to tell a friend or an understanding adult about your problem -- overcoming addiction isn't easy and most people need professional help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♣ Tips On Getting Help ♣&lt;br /&gt;tell supportive friends about your decision to stop using a stubstance.&lt;br /&gt;ask family and friends to be available when you need them and accept their help.&lt;br /&gt;accept invitations only to events that you know will not involve drugs or alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;have a plan about what you'll do if you find yourself in a place with drugs or alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;remind yourself that having an addiction doesn't make you bad or weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♣ Staying clean is a lifelong process. Joining a support group is a good option and helping others can benefit you as well. If you have a relapse, recognizing it is critical and never be afraid to ask for help! ♣&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR SECRETS TO STAYING MOTIVATED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♣ Most Common Types of Resolutions ♣&lt;br /&gt;These are some very common resolutions that people make.&lt;br /&gt;lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;do something for personal development.&lt;br /&gt;do better in school.&lt;br /&gt;get more excercise.&lt;br /&gt;kick a bad habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♣ Making It Happen ♣&lt;br /&gt;To reach a goal, it helps to have a plan with specific steps. It also helps to tell your goal to someone you trust. Think about the goal and take it seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♣ Tips On Making It Work ♣ &lt;br /&gt;plan what you're going to do.&lt;br /&gt;encourage yourself!&lt;br /&gt;make a list.&lt;br /&gt;talk to your family about it.&lt;br /&gt;get some friends or family to pitch in and help.&lt;br /&gt;try to be around people that encourage you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♣ Friends can sometimes be a bad influence. ♣ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be tough to stick with a goal for a long time -- especially when you don't have the right support. 39% of people give up on their resolutions because they can't get motivated to it. 23% don't make resolutions because they think they won't be able to stick to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♣ Staying Positive ♣&lt;br /&gt;When you stray from your goals, it's tempting to give up altogther, but slip-ups are actually part of the learning process. Remember to think positively because optimism brings sucess and sucess can help you stay motivated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♣ Staying Motivated ♣&lt;br /&gt;recognize and enjoy small sucesses.&lt;br /&gt;competetive spirit.&lt;br /&gt;practice.&lt;br /&gt;know you can do better.&lt;br /&gt;look up to someone.&lt;br /&gt;think about how much people care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♣ When Times Are Tough ♣&lt;br /&gt;Some people have been hospitalized for serious difficulties such as depression, eating disorders, and even attempted suicide. When things are really tough, making a resolution to change often isn't enough. It can be hard to stay motivated when you're doing it alone. People with serious difficulties need help from friends and family. If you're struggling with heavy problems, admitting them and reaching out to a friend for help is the first step to recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♣ Focus On Accomplishments, Not Failures ♣&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, you don't have to wait for New Years to make a resolution! Don't forget to tell yourself how much better you feel and take it easy on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty good eh ?&lt;br /&gt;xox,&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-8535028923776653131?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/8535028923776653131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=8535028923776653131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/8535028923776653131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/8535028923776653131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/02/stressin-school.html' title='Stressin School'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-4974820688355507971</id><published>2008-02-15T16:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:20:29.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patheticest Friday Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R7YxGF5-CzI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Ckc-hHfjb3Q/s1600-h/i159914187_67525_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R7YxGF5-CzI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Ckc-hHfjb3Q/s200/i159914187_67525_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167371603188517682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of exams... didn't try to hard on this one (LA). Me and Allison and Audrey got to volunteer at the library and skip the rest of our classes... it's was pretty fun and we gots candy hearts when we were done! Then I went to Audreys, then we went to the mall for like, 15 minutes, and my dad came to pick me up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health project is due on Tuesday since it's a long weekend because of Family Day and I have to meet up with Trevor somehow and I'm really dreading this.. really bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh dangit today was boring! I hope tomorrow's more er, exiting.&lt;br /&gt;lovelove,&lt;br /&gt;Penny &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS! Today was the first rainfall in Fort McMurray of 2008! Whewt, buhbyyyyyye snow! :)&lt;br /&gt;PSS! Updated sidebar (:  NEW PICS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-4974820688355507971?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/4974820688355507971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=4974820688355507971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/4974820688355507971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/4974820688355507971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/02/patheticest-friday-ever.html' title='Patheticest Friday Ever'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R7YxGF5-CzI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Ckc-hHfjb3Q/s72-c/i159914187_67525_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-3009911070590923940</id><published>2008-02-14T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:20:29.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singles Awareness Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R7UABl5-CyI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/V7sk5YLjUyw/s1600-h/i164239548_90373_2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R7UABl5-CyI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/V7sk5YLjUyw/s200/i164239548_90373_2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167036174832634658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atti says:&lt;br /&gt;screw valentines&lt;br /&gt;Atti says:&lt;br /&gt;it's singles awareness day&lt;br /&gt;penpenpennee azing. says:&lt;br /&gt;really ?&lt;br /&gt;penpenpennee azing. says:&lt;br /&gt;is that like, another name for valentines day that the sad lonely people made up ?&lt;br /&gt;Atti says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;Atti says:&lt;br /&gt;S.A.D.&lt;br /&gt;Atti says:&lt;br /&gt;singles awareness day&lt;br /&gt;Atti says:&lt;br /&gt;: D&lt;br /&gt;penpenpennee azing. says:&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;penpenpennee azing. says:&lt;br /&gt;er i'm not trying to be stupid or anything but it's not an actual like... holiday ish thing, is it ?&lt;br /&gt;penpenpennee azing. says:&lt;br /&gt;actually don't answer that. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atti says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;_&lt;...&lt;br /&gt;penpenpennee azing. says:&lt;br /&gt;happy singles awareness day ! :D&lt;br /&gt;Atti says:&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE&lt;br /&gt;Atti says:&lt;br /&gt;: D&lt;br /&gt;penpenpennee azing. says:&lt;br /&gt;^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got lots of chocolate, thanks everybody! Er... nuffin today, had the socials exam which was OK and er... yoga. &lt;br /&gt;xox,&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-3009911070590923940?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/3009911070590923940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=3009911070590923940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/3009911070590923940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/3009911070590923940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/02/atti-says.html' title='Singles Awareness Day'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R7UABl5-CyI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/V7sk5YLjUyw/s72-c/i164239548_90373_2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-6195629237788675213</id><published>2008-02-13T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T17:13:18.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasting Time</title><content type='html'>I guess I've been so caught up in the Valentines dance that I never really thought about the actual Valentines Day which is tomorrow. I still haven't signed all of my valentines and that's a bad thing because that adds another thing to my to-do list which is already halfway filled which leaves only half of the rest of my day to study for exams! I shouldn't be here right now... wasting time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xox,&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS gots lotsa candy grams, thank you guys xoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-6195629237788675213?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/6195629237788675213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=6195629237788675213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/6195629237788675213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/6195629237788675213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/02/wasting-time.html' title='Wasting Time'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-2803746468760225770</id><published>2008-02-12T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:20:29.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R7ItEF5-CqI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JaKrCvoujfc/s1600-h/i168350981_32391_3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R7ItEF5-CqI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JaKrCvoujfc/s200/i168350981_32391_3.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166241270875425442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up. I went to school. It was cold. &lt;br /&gt;I had the science exam! It wasn't that bad... well, yeah, it was pretty bad. I probably passed though, hmmh. Then we had break. Then we watched Planet Earch, fell asleep. Then we had lunch break. Then I had band. &lt;br /&gt;We had a test in band... clarinets on Chronicles. I gots 10! (: &lt;br /&gt;Then I had ILC where we got suckers and we studied for exams which was super extremely boring. Then we had homeroom. I got 2 candygrams but Khalid stole all mah candy and all I gots was paper :(... mhmmhmhm sad. &lt;br /&gt;Then I took the bus. And now I am home. And I would go find something to do. But as I mentioned before, I am grounded until exams are over and I think I am going insane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xox,&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-2803746468760225770?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/2803746468760225770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=2803746468760225770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/2803746468760225770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/2803746468760225770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R7ItEF5-CqI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JaKrCvoujfc/s72-c/i168350981_32391_3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-2161081293562908029</id><published>2008-02-11T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T16:58:09.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trevor</title><content type='html'>New kid in 7K! Well, not exactly new from what I've heard... Trevor. He's a pretty nice guy... er... nothing else today. Native Studies people had to leave for physed, lotsa fun! (:   ... jazz band was cancelled again. Weird! Everytime I get a chance to go to jazz band, it gets cancelled :S... nothing special of note today. OHYEAH today was the LA Writing exam! It wasn't that bad. I didn't really expect the whole exam to be on The Cay, though. That was kind of stupid and we had to write so frucking much! For the health project I had to work alone (the loner that I am &gt;_&gt;) and I ended up being Trevor's partner since he's like, new. Well I guess that's a good thing since I get to know him better :l&lt;br /&gt;Friggin got snow in my UGGS today. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta study. Er, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;xox,&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-2161081293562908029?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/2161081293562908029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=2161081293562908029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/2161081293562908029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/2161081293562908029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/02/trevor.html' title='Trevor'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-6701670496771682375</id><published>2008-02-09T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:20:30.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boreeeeeed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R64ITF5-CpI/AAAAAAAAAHE/PdE1wZ1wkQk/s1600-h/i170418320_53417_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R64ITF5-CpI/AAAAAAAAAHE/PdE1wZ1wkQk/s200/i170418320_53417_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165074946736392850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my brother were left home alone because the car screwed up again... my brother's so frucking ignorant! [Frucking, Jenna, LOL] It's like, lunchtime and err I really feel like taking a shower but I CAN'T. Beeecause it's weeird to take showers in the afternoon so I'm going to have to feel like a shiet until I say it's OK to take a shower. xD  ... I'm pretty sure nothings going to happen today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frucking midterms [Frucking, Jenna, LOL]&lt;br /&gt;GOTSA STUDY!&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go take a shower now. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xox&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-6701670496771682375?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/6701670496771682375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=6701670496771682375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/6701670496771682375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/6701670496771682375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/02/boreeeeeed.html' title='Boreeeeeed'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R64ITF5-CpI/AAAAAAAAAHE/PdE1wZ1wkQk/s72-c/i170418320_53417_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-3941010216835430938</id><published>2008-02-08T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T13:08:34.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TheresAMooseLoose</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/viBayX3fynA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/viBayX3fynA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chipmunked version of Fever For The Flavaa.&lt;br /&gt;(:   ... lmfao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-3941010216835430938?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/3941010216835430938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=3941010216835430938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/3941010216835430938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/3941010216835430938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/02/theresamooseloose.html' title='TheresAMooseLoose'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-5355807419809630974</id><published>2008-02-08T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:20:30.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damnit Exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R6zCEvw4ypI/AAAAAAAAAGE/fu60MFMt81U/s1600-h/z88810295.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R6zCEvw4ypI/AAAAAAAAAGE/fu60MFMt81U/s200/z88810295.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164716259483896466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final weekend before exams... can't do nuffin, gotta study! If I don't pass these, I fail my final grade! Aaaah. We had our science test today and it was friggin hard. I hardly knew half the questions! Exam schedule:&lt;br /&gt;Monday : LA Writing&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday : Science Unit 2&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday : Math Unit 2&lt;br /&gt;Thursday : Socials 4, 5, 6, 7&lt;br /&gt;Friday : LA Reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special today. Had the betchiest sub EVAR. Ms Jomah or something? omfg she kicked us out of the class at -45. &gt;_&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess a good day brings a bad one.&lt;br /&gt;xox,&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-5355807419809630974?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/5355807419809630974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=5355807419809630974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/5355807419809630974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/5355807419809630974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/02/damnit-exams.html' title='Damnit Exams'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R6zCEvw4ypI/AAAAAAAAAGE/fu60MFMt81U/s72-c/z88810295.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-2454423730376026902</id><published>2008-02-07T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:20:30.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R6vBcPw4yoI/AAAAAAAAAF8/E77uc7RJGk0/s1600-h/m68973195.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R6vBcPw4yoI/AAAAAAAAAF8/E77uc7RJGk0/s200/m68973195.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164434088722483842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing important in school, science test tomorrow, exams next week. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They make the worst schedules for dances! Tomorrow is our test and I didn't have any time to study and now I have to study with my tired aching body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was SO much fun. It was pretty empty because so many friggin people got suspended and stuff and the girl's basketball team had to go to a game for half the dance. Savannah showed up! It was really nice to see her again. I was hanging out with Darian, Audrey, Ally, Savannah, Maryna, David, and Daniel. My feet are sore from dancing and my arms are about to fall off. My stomach isn't too great either. Drank too much pop. Danced with Daviid&lt;33 and Cole&lt;33 (:   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I'm married. To Ally.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU ALLY.&lt;br /&gt;xox , so much fun,&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-2454423730376026902?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/2454423730376026902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=2454423730376026902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/2454423730376026902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/2454423730376026902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-dance.html' title='Valentines Dance'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R6vBcPw4yoI/AAAAAAAAAF8/E77uc7RJGk0/s72-c/m68973195.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-8773313754255229933</id><published>2008-02-06T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:20:30.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cole &amp; Ben</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R6pXOfw4ynI/AAAAAAAAAF0/aN-_Z5k9Qzg/s1600-h/q104552698.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R6pXOfw4ynI/AAAAAAAAAF0/aN-_Z5k9Qzg/s200/q104552698.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164035829290027634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snowed A LOT overnight! :P&lt;br /&gt;Today I guess was school test prep day. We got all our books and stuff set and organized and stuff... &lt;br /&gt;In band today there were two new peoples. Cole and Ben. Ben as in Natasha's brother. Ben plays that instrument that looks and sounds like a trumpet but isn't a trumpet and Cole is our second percussionist. They're both really nice guys and they play better than most of us considering they're a year back. :P  (JANAY lmaao). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of note,&lt;br /&gt;Valentines dance TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;xox,&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-8773313754255229933?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/8773313754255229933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=8773313754255229933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/8773313754255229933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/8773313754255229933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/02/cole-ben.html' title='Cole &amp; Ben'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R6pXOfw4ynI/AAAAAAAAAF0/aN-_Z5k9Qzg/s72-c/q104552698.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-4432411073093926216</id><published>2008-02-05T16:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:20:31.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ehm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R6kE8Pw4ymI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_Kj8HF9AFDA/s1600-h/BT-pinata-catalog-3444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R6kE8Pw4ymI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_Kj8HF9AFDA/s200/BT-pinata-catalog-3444.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163663880827226722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened today! Got my math test results and I gots 95. Not bad. We had band today and band is well, band. ILC was boring as usual. Hm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added a poll to the sidebar! Please vote (: !!&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxox,&lt;br /&gt;Pennnnnnay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-4432411073093926216?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/4432411073093926216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=4432411073093926216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/4432411073093926216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/4432411073093926216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/02/ehm_05.html' title='Ehm'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R6kE8Pw4ymI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_Kj8HF9AFDA/s72-c/BT-pinata-catalog-3444.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-7883260798011480738</id><published>2008-02-05T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:20:31.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird! But True... (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R6j_3vw4ykI/AAAAAAAAAFc/1S6mXeI6tT4/s1600-h/m20846320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R6j_3vw4ykI/AAAAAAAAAFc/1S6mXeI6tT4/s200/m20846320.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163658305959676482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rubber bands last longer when refrigerated. &lt;br /&gt;-Peanuts are one of the ingredients of dynamite. &lt;br /&gt;-There are 293 ways to make change for a dollar. &lt;br /&gt;-The average person's left hand does 56% of the typing. &lt;br /&gt;-A shark is the only fish that can blink with both eyes. &lt;br /&gt;-There are more chickens than people in the world. &lt;br /&gt;-Two-thirds of the world's eggplant is grown in New Jersey. &lt;br /&gt;-The longest one-syllable word in the English language is "screeched." &lt;br /&gt;-On a Canadian two dollar bill, the flag flying over the Parliament building is an American flag. &lt;br /&gt;-All of the clocks in the movie "Pulp Fiction" are stuck on 4:20. &lt;br /&gt;-No word in the English language rhymes with month, orange, silver, or purple. &lt;br /&gt;-"Dreamt" is the only English word that ends in the letters "mt". &lt;br /&gt;-All 50 states are listed across the top of the Lincoln Memorial on the back of the $5 bill. &lt;br /&gt;-Almonds are a member of the peach family. &lt;br /&gt;-Winston Churchill was born in a ladies' room during a dance. &lt;br /&gt;-Maine is the only state whose name is just one syllable. &lt;br /&gt;-There are only four words in the English language which end in "dous": tremendous, horrendous, stupendous, and hazardous. &lt;br /&gt;-Los Angeles' full name is "El Pueblo de Nuestra Senora Reina de los Angeles de Porciuncula" &lt;br /&gt;-A cat has 32 muscles in each ear. &lt;br /&gt;-An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain. &lt;br /&gt;-Tigers have striped skin, not just striped fur. &lt;br /&gt;-In most advertisements, the time displayed on a watch is 10:10. &lt;br /&gt;-Al Capone's business card said he was a used furniture dealer. &lt;br /&gt;-The characters Bert and Ernie on Sesame Street were named after Bert the cop and Ernie the taxi driver in Frank Capra's "It's a Wonderful Life." &lt;br /&gt;-A dragonfly has a life span of 24 hours. &lt;br /&gt;-A goldfish has a memory span of three seconds. &lt;br /&gt;-A dime has 118 ridges around the edge. &lt;br /&gt;-It's impossible to sneeze with your eyes open. &lt;br /&gt;-The giant squid has the largest eyes in the world. &lt;br /&gt;-In England, the Speaker of the House is not allowed to speak. &lt;br /&gt;-The microwave was invented after a researcher walked by a radar tube and a chocolate bar melted in his pocket. &lt;br /&gt;-Mr. Rogers was an ordained minister. &lt;br /&gt;-The average person falls asleep in seven minutes. &lt;br /&gt;-There are 336 dimples on a regulation golf ball. &lt;br /&gt;-"Stewardesses" is the longest word that is typed with only the left hand &lt;br /&gt;-Women blink twice as many times as men do. &lt;br /&gt;-Intelligent people have more zinc and copper in their hair. &lt;br /&gt;-We are about 1 cm taller in the morning than in the evening. Layers of cartilage in the joints gets compressed during the day. &lt;br /&gt;-There are approx. 550 hairs in the eyebrow. &lt;br /&gt;-The strongest muscle in the human body is the tongue. &lt;br /&gt;-The life span of a taste bud is 10 days. &lt;br /&gt;-The world's youngest parents were 8 and 9 and lived in China in 1910. &lt;br /&gt;-The largest known kidney stone weighed 1.36 kilograms. &lt;br /&gt;-Most dust particles in your house are made from dead skin. &lt;br /&gt;-Kidney stones come in any color--from yellow to brown. &lt;br /&gt;-Babies are born without kneecaps. They appear when the child is 2-6 years of age. &lt;br /&gt;-The average human produces 10,000 gallons of saliva in a lifetime. &lt;br /&gt;-If you ate too many carrots you would turn orange. &lt;br /&gt;-The force of 1 billion people jumping at the same time is equal to 500 tons of TNT. &lt;br /&gt;-A baby is born every seven seconds. &lt;br /&gt;-You can tell if a skunk is about if you smell only .000000000000071 ounce of its spray. &lt;br /&gt;-You breathe about 10 million times a year. &lt;br /&gt;-The colder the room you sleep in, the better the chances are that you'll have a bad dream. &lt;br /&gt;-The foot is the most common body part bitten by insects. &lt;br /&gt;-The most common time for a wake up call is 7 a.m. &lt;br /&gt;-The typical person goes to the bathroom 6 times a day. &lt;br /&gt;-The fastest growing nail is on the middle finger. &lt;br /&gt;-The most sensitive finger on the human hand is the index finger. &lt;br /&gt;-The human body weighs 40 times more than the brain. &lt;br /&gt;-After eating too much, your hearing is less sharp. &lt;br /&gt;-A person swallows approx. 295 times while eating dinner. &lt;br /&gt;-Your urine will turn bright yellow if you eat too much asparagus. &lt;br /&gt;-There are more people alive today than have ever died. &lt;br /&gt;-The human body is better suited to two four-hour sleep cycles than one eight-hour one. &lt;br /&gt;-A man's beard contains between 7000 and 15,000 hairs. &lt;br /&gt;-A beard grows an average of 140mm a year &lt;br /&gt;-A hair is 70 per cent easier to cut when soaked in warm water for two minutes &lt;br /&gt;-Women's hair is about half the diameter of men's hair &lt;br /&gt;-During an average lifetime, a man will spend 3,350 hours removing 8.4 meters of stubble &lt;br /&gt;-4.5 million people have their health 'adversely affected' by air pollutants each year. &lt;br /&gt;-4 million children die each year from inhaling smoke from indoor cooking fires that burn wood and Dung &lt;br /&gt;-4 million people die annually from diarrhea infections, caused by poor sanitary conditions &lt;br /&gt;-The hardest bone in the human body is the jawbone. &lt;br /&gt;-Humans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for pleasure &lt;br /&gt;-"I am." is the shortest complete sentence in the English language &lt;br /&gt;-It is impossible to lick your elbow.[About 75% of ppl who read this try it]&lt;br /&gt;-It is physically impossible for pigs to look up into the sky&lt;br /&gt;-If you yelled for 8 years,7 months and 6 days you would have produced enough sound energy to heat onr cup of coffee&lt;br /&gt;-A ducks quack doesnt echo,and nobody knows why&lt;br /&gt;-The "sixth sick sheiks sixth sheeps sick" is said to be the toughest tounge twister in the english language&lt;br /&gt;-If you sneeze too hard you can fracture a rib and if you try to suppress a sneeze you can rupture a blood vessel in your head or neck and die if you keep your eyes open by force they can pop out&lt;br /&gt;-Did you know you share your birthday with at least 9 million people in the world&lt;br /&gt;-The ant always falls over on its right side when intoxicated&lt;br /&gt;-The longest word in the English language, according to the Oxford English Dictionary, is pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis.&lt;br /&gt;-"a man a plan a canal panama" spelled backward is still "a man a plan a canal panama"&lt;br /&gt;-Grapes explode when you put them in the microwave&lt;br /&gt;-If you stand at the bottom of a well, you would be able to see the stars, even in the day time&lt;br /&gt;-The most common Non-contagious disease in the world today is tooth decay&lt;br /&gt;-The smallest man ever was Gul Mohammed of India, who measured 1 foot 10 inches&lt;br /&gt;-A cats jaw cannot move sideways&lt;br /&gt;-Wearing headphones for just 1 hour, will increase the bacteria in your ear by 700 times.&lt;br /&gt;-The worlds oldest piece of gum is 9000 years old. &lt;br /&gt;-Mozart wrote Twinkle Twinkle little star at the age of 5 years old&lt;br /&gt;-There are three golf balls sitting on the moon.&lt;br /&gt;-The youngest pope was eleven years old.&lt;br /&gt;-You're more likely to be a target for mosquitoes if you eat bananas&lt;br /&gt;-If the world was tilted one degree more either way, the planet would not be inhabitable because the area around the equator would be too hot and the poles too cold. &lt;br /&gt;-The average persons left hand does 56% of all typing&lt;br /&gt;-The first man made item to exceed the speed of sound was a leather whip.&lt;br /&gt;-You can burn more calories sleeping, than you do watching TV,&lt;br /&gt;-Leonardo da Vinci invented scissors&lt;br /&gt;-Lemons contain more sugar than strawberries&lt;br /&gt;-Boanthropy is a disease in which a person thinks that they are an ox&lt;br /&gt;-Mosquito repellents don't repel. The spray blocks the mosquitoes sensors so they don't know you're there.&lt;br /&gt;-The electric Chair was invented by a dentist&lt;br /&gt;-Chocolate stimulates the release of endorphins in the body,   Endorphins enhance ones mood and blocks pain.&lt;br /&gt;-The reason honey is so easy to digest, is cause it's already been digested by bees.&lt;br /&gt;-23% of all photocopier faults are caused by people sitting on them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xox, credit to peppermint-dip!&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-7883260798011480738?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/7883260798011480738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=7883260798011480738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/7883260798011480738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/7883260798011480738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/02/weird-but-true.html' title='Weird! But True... (:'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R6j_3vw4ykI/AAAAAAAAAFc/1S6mXeI6tT4/s72-c/m20846320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-311804477338306792</id><published>2008-02-04T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T17:23:55.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't He Adorable?! My Lovely EmoTOYBOY</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lMSZy0yzS7Y&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lMSZy0yzS7Y&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-311804477338306792?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/311804477338306792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=311804477338306792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/311804477338306792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/311804477338306792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/02/aint-he-adorable-my-lovely-emotoyboy.html' title='Ain&apos;t He Adorable?! My Lovely EmoTOYBOY'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-3248140823686081811</id><published>2008-02-04T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:20:31.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erm Stomach Flu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R6e0Pvw4yiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/2fxK1ExLKpo/s1600-h/z77244177.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R6e0Pvw4yiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/2fxK1ExLKpo/s200/z77244177.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163293680416115234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was horrible. I woke up and couldn't find my alarm clock and it kept on ringing. It's ring is pretty danm friggin loud, too. And it kept ringing and ringing and ringing and it was driving me insane but I FINALLY found it under the bed. Then I had to take the bus to school because I couldn't get a ride and I had to wait until 8:15 in the freezing cold. Then I'm at school, and the first thing we do is take that science test I wasn't ready for. Well, it was easier than I thought it'd be to be honest. Audrey didn't show up at school so I can't go to Comp today either... because one of my parent's cars are in the middle of repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't make any plans cuz I thought I was going to jazz :( ...&lt;br /&gt;BORED!&lt;br /&gt;xox,&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-3248140823686081811?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/3248140823686081811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=3248140823686081811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/3248140823686081811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/3248140823686081811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/02/erm-stomach-flu.html' title='Erm Stomach Flu'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R6e0Pvw4yiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/2fxK1ExLKpo/s72-c/z77244177.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-6013788881674480194</id><published>2008-02-03T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:20:32.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday at Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R6aMZvw4yhI/AAAAAAAAAE8/nbmeMDO4FXs/s1600-h/truecolors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R6aMZvw4yhI/AAAAAAAAAE8/nbmeMDO4FXs/s200/truecolors.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162968396772985362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the last science test before exams and I'm nervous. To be honest, my grades have been going down since I got back from Christmas vacation. I really have to do awesome on these exams or I'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;Well nothing happened today. :l &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines dance in 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta study,&lt;br /&gt;xox,&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps, will add more to the sidebar tmrw. had to delete most pics cuz they screwed upp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-6013788881674480194?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/6013788881674480194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=6013788881674480194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/6013788881674480194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/6013788881674480194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/02/sunday-at-home.html' title='Sunday at Home'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R6aMZvw4yhI/AAAAAAAAAE8/nbmeMDO4FXs/s72-c/truecolors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-2508007868550387486</id><published>2008-02-02T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:20:32.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ren0vatIon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R6Uykvw4ygI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RhidU1w-hts/s1600-h/100-imaikira3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R6Uykvw4ygI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RhidU1w-hts/s200/100-imaikira3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162588154728335874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was quite possibly the best February 1rst I've had in my life? Well, no... but it was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I took Audrey's bus to go to her house and we hung out there for a while. Ate some lunch, watched TV, called a couple of her friends from NewFoundLand. We headed out to the mall and the two other people that were supposed to show up didn't show up and these are the people that... did show up:&lt;br /&gt;Daniel : Saw him at... Zellers :S? &lt;br /&gt;Mrs Fowlow : Mhmhm, a teacher. Saw her at Bluenotes.&lt;br /&gt;Savannah, Robin, Leah : AAAH Savannah! Yay! I haven't seen her in like, 3 months! It was really good to see her again and nice to meet her friends (:&lt;br /&gt;Robert : Burry. Saw him at... that Ben Moss jewelery store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent all my pocket money on a new top and a headband and slushies and that stupid tetrisish game which of course, I lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to Audrey's house and we went on her laptop and played on her Wii and stuff. Then my dad came to pick me up and I had to skip supper cuz I drank a really sweet cup of French vanilla coffee. Then I decided to clean my room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved all the furniture around and everything and it looks supah cool. Might seem simple but it's a whole lotta hard work, strenth and 4 hours. :P   It looks awesome now but I'm not sure if I can keep it that way. Hope so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS ! Adding random Internet pictures to every post I can't find a picture to (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-2508007868550387486?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/2508007868550387486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=2508007868550387486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/2508007868550387486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/2508007868550387486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/02/ren0vation.html' title='Ren0vatIon.'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R6Uykvw4ygI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RhidU1w-hts/s72-c/100-imaikira3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-4711883757135024582</id><published>2008-01-31T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T17:45:02.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Tulk</title><content type='html'>This morning I woke up at 6:30 because of my messed up alarm clock, but of couse, I didn't get up until 8. My mom gave me a ride to school and I find some redheaded hippie in Ms Miller's desk! New sub, I'm guessing. Maybe her car didn't start this morning. His name's Mr Tulk and he is soo hilarious. Everybody lovved him. I got a new book called "The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nightime". It seems pretty good, read some of the first few chapters. Getting tired of Harry Potter. I wonder if I'm ever going to finish the whole series. My dad came home today from Vancouver with a gift for me! They're these really huge Eskimo mitts. They're seriously huge and they're so fluffy inside, they're awesome and I'll get a picture of them as soon as I get my camera charged... I can't find the battery charger. ):  I got permission from him to go to Audrey's tomorrow where we can study for the exams AND go to the mall to get a new top for the dance. Whewt. My whole week has been figured out. (:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have to go read 3 more chapters of ScienceFocus 7. &lt;br /&gt;Loves you,&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-4711883757135024582?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/4711883757135024582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=4711883757135024582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/4711883757135024582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/4711883757135024582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/01/mr-tulk.html' title='Mr Tulk'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-99776241586250889</id><published>2008-01-30T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T10:18:13.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Professional Development Day</title><content type='html'>No school today, teacher's are doing somefing... I was supposed to sleep in! But my stupid dumbass brother had to wake me up at 8. I think me and a couple other people are supposed to be having a study group today for the exams but I have no clue who's coming or where it's gonna be at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's going to be so boring.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-99776241586250889?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/99776241586250889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=99776241586250889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/99776241586250889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/99776241586250889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/01/professional-development-day.html' title='Professional Development Day'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-4284532733582595630</id><published>2008-01-29T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T19:09:59.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coldest Day of the Year</title><content type='html'>This morning I was going to take my bus to school but it was so friggin cold my mom gave me a ride. omfg, it was SERIOUSLY cold. It went down to -50! So I go to school and half the class isn't here. School should have been cancelled anyway! Morning was borrin, afternoon was pretty boring too... February newsletters came out today. Valentines Dance on the 7th... they could have told us earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad or grandma aren't back from Vancouver yet and my mom's gone to work for another hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhmhmhm &lt;br /&gt;LOVELOVE&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-4284532733582595630?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/4284532733582595630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=4284532733582595630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/4284532733582595630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/4284532733582595630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/01/coldest-day-of-year.html' title='Coldest Day of the Year'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700449416481983351.post-3036336271647537186</id><published>2008-01-27T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:20:32.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>27 Dresses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R51RX_w4yeI/AAAAAAAAAEg/PeB8LeOBb90/s1600-h/ICONATOR_925e3c2d4113442a810a6fac853af597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160370220731779554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R51RX_w4yeI/AAAAAAAAAEg/PeB8LeOBb90/s200/ICONATOR_925e3c2d4113442a810a6fac853af597.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for the super pathetic post down there. I think I was at school when I wrote it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, er... we have exams coming up... got a letter in the mail with the schedule and everything... arg. If I don't ace these exams, my final mark in everything except physed and math will be half of last terms! So I must study study study. We got our "The Cay" test results back last Friday and I got an 87. Two more friggin percents and I would have passed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and my grandma are going to Vancouver for a couple of days tomorrow... :*( ... I'm totally going to miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we (Me, Audrey, Janay, Darian) were going to go see Meet The Spartans but it wasn't playing! Because someone more responsible than Janay (lmaao) decided to check the showtimes. We went to see 27 dresses instead. Most fun was with Janay when we were ordering food, hahahaaa. The movie.. was so adorrable &lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700449416481983351-3036336271647537186?l=dubosquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/feeds/3036336271647537186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700449416481983351&amp;postID=3036336271647537186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/3036336271647537186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700449416481983351/posts/default/3036336271647537186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dubosquez.blogspot.com/2008/01/27-dresses.html' title='27 Dresses'/><author><name>Penny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646292317780320319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/SbJz8ualQ4I/AAAAAAAAAig/LYpkZzKSCgw/S220/DSC_0391.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-4r5PQkN_s/R51RX_w4yeI/AAAAAAAAAEg/PeB8LeOBb90/s72-c/ICONATOR_925e3c2d4113442a810a6fac853af597.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
