<?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-5936866032557496498</id><updated>2012-02-03T09:07:00.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-1824145457957967245</id><published>2010-09-01T17:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T17:14:56.189-06:00</updated><title type='text'>too busy for anything else</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x19dxe?additionalInfos=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x19dxe?additionalInfos=0" width="480" height="360" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x19dxe_ok-go-do-what-you-want_music"&gt;Ok Go - Do what you want&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am really busy haa (as usual) so here, this is all i can afford atm. watch! enjoy! ps, i am so going to learn to do flips while on a pogostick. and probably die in the process. it will be a happy death.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-1824145457957967245?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/1824145457957967245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=1824145457957967245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/1824145457957967245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/1824145457957967245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2010/09/too-busy-for-anything-else.html' title='too busy for anything else'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-827778001342270600</id><published>2010-07-12T21:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T21:57:33.797-06:00</updated><title type='text'>what's been going on!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/7300000/Avatar-gang-desktop-avatar-the-last-airbender-7324380-1024-768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1024px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 768px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/7300000/Avatar-gang-desktop-avatar-the-last-airbender-7324380-1024-768.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;number one! i saw Avatar at midnight, the night it came out. I'll say, it wasn't anything other than i expected, which was lame haha. the TV show is the best! for realz. they took almost everything out of the TV show that made it awesome, and left in a bunch of sucky acting and boring stuff for the movie! talk about lame- this will always be the true avatar to me!! *choked up* lol ps, click on the picture to see it all, my favorite character is Sokka (pronounced sock-a, NOT so-cah. ew.) he's the one on the far right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;next! i was on the phone with Erica, to ask her if she wanted to go to the midnight showing of avatar with me. here is how the conversation went:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;c: hi Erica! i was wondering what you were doing on Wednesday night, &lt;em&gt;late.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e: um....nothing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c: cool!! i was wondering if you wanted to go see-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e: YES I'D LOVE TO!!! Oh my gosh! I've been dying to see it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c:...wow really? ok haha awesome!! huh... cool I'll get you a ticket k?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday evening, Erica comes over and she says "i should have worn my Jacob shirt!!!" me and Hannah just looked at her like she was crazy, and told her "...um yeah, you could've....?". later, i was painting her nails or something, like usual, and i asked her if her BF knew she was going to see avatar. at that point, she looked up, and said "what are you talking about?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;she had gone the whole time, thinking we were going to see eclipse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;at this point i almost peed my pants laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha it still brings a smile to my face, just picturing her confused expression&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;next, the fourth of July. crazy day!! Emily got a new camera, so we messed around with it, lol and yes, i am in my PJ's, what do you have to say about it? they were comfortable!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/TDviShuceyI/AAAAAAAAAb4/9_leIpNyZRM/s1600/ninja+pose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493232978427149090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/TDviShuceyI/AAAAAAAAAb4/9_leIpNyZRM/s320/ninja+pose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ninja poses. Hannah's hair looks like Goku! or so we think haha, i just look like a freak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/TDviSp4guUI/AAAAAAAAAbw/X7O3Z0C_18c/s1600/ninja+kick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493232980616853826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/TDviSp4guUI/AAAAAAAAAbw/X7O3Z0C_18c/s320/ninja+kick.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sometimes i regret that i didn't really kick her haha jk Hannah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/TDviSACda0I/AAAAAAAAAbo/Hmiy7K0rK0Q/s1600/pike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493232969384291138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/TDviSACda0I/AAAAAAAAAbo/Hmiy7K0rK0Q/s320/pike.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/TDviTRlxh7I/AAAAAAAAAcI/90TIPsM4MKM/s1600/ninja+kick+fail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493232991275681714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/TDviTRlxh7I/AAAAAAAAAcI/90TIPsM4MKM/s320/ninja+kick+fail.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hannah's fail at 'kicking' me!! haha 's ok though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/TDviTI0BbKI/AAAAAAAAAcA/PJPlwPxUx0k/s1600/fountian+pose.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493232988919524514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/TDviTI0BbKI/AAAAAAAAAcA/PJPlwPxUx0k/s320/fountian+pose.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i just wish she was gently spitting water, then i would put her in the front yard, or maybe the entry way, as a &lt;em&gt;lovely&lt;/em&gt; fountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;usually, right here, i go back and make sure all the spelling is right, or somewhat right, and make all the 'i's capitol, but i'm too lazy. i have early cheer practice tomorrow, and it's been lengthened by a whole hour.... so this is all i can say for tonight! bon nuit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-827778001342270600?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/827778001342270600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=827778001342270600&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/827778001342270600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/827778001342270600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2010/07/whats-been-going-on.html' title='what&apos;s been going on!'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/TDviShuceyI/AAAAAAAAAb4/9_leIpNyZRM/s72-c/ninja+pose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-7702692590650726167</id><published>2010-06-01T18:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T18:55:52.959-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Composing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hindimoviesong.net/Blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/music-composer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 511px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 383px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://hindimoviesong.net/Blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/music-composer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't think I am a composer yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Although I have learned all about the foundation of music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it's not learning the rules that allows one to compose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it's the free flow of rhythms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and progressions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;not just the ones heard by the ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but the ones in the mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;tossing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;in mayhem sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but still perfectly clear in essence;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I try to make it work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but I still have to hear the notes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;out loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;to make a phrase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but I am trying to learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monsalvat.no/composing.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.monsalvat.no/composing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No really, I just finished writing a song. I have yet to name it, and write it out good, and add the chord progressions. I am kind of proud of it... although it;s only 18 measures long haha. It's much better than my first attempt to write music....or my second or third. My knowledge of music theory really helped me though; there is no way I could have written it before taking that class, because that's just how I am. Not talented like Jaron, who can just sit down and spit it out freely haha. I apologize to him for always telling him to write out his pieces. NEVER DO IT. It sucks to do. It makes my brain hurt; I would have written a better post than this, but I'm already shot from writing, so yeah haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-7702692590650726167?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/7702692590650726167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=7702692590650726167&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/7702692590650726167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/7702692590650726167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2010/06/composing.html' title='Composing'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-497712160569110383</id><published>2010-05-28T09:59:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T10:58:55.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Senior Prom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S__ysku4hCI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/kOKq1N4ePXs/s1600/Sr+Prom+138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476362519494296610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S__ysku4hCI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/kOKq1N4ePXs/s400/Sr+Prom+138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lol Thank you Hannah for this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S__ysDnQdPI/AAAAAAAAAbI/S-YE8kFR3bM/s1600/Sr+Prom+129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476362510603941106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S__ysDnQdPI/AAAAAAAAAbI/S-YE8kFR3bM/s400/Sr+Prom+129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S__yrku7j6I/AAAAAAAAAbA/w_WIYh6GJ64/s1600/Sr+Prom+111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476362502314626978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S__yrku7j6I/AAAAAAAAAbA/w_WIYh6GJ64/s400/Sr+Prom+111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this one. She knew I was going to sneeze, so she waited for the perfect moment before snapping the picture....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S__xs1M_exI/AAAAAAAAAa4/FRL2klwmJaA/s1600/Sr+Prom+146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476361424403921682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S__xs1M_exI/AAAAAAAAAa4/FRL2klwmJaA/s400/Sr+Prom+146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S__xsDDK1fI/AAAAAAAAAaw/A-JIFY4GHwI/s1600/Sr+Prom+136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476361410940950002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S__xsDDK1fI/AAAAAAAAAaw/A-JIFY4GHwI/s400/Sr+Prom+136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahhh! Camila!!!! Thank you for doing my hair! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S__xrvF408I/AAAAAAAAAao/Gav-d2m4a3M/s1600/Sr+Prom+126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476361405583643586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S__xrvF408I/AAAAAAAAAao/Gav-d2m4a3M/s400/Sr+Prom+126.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S__xrPyKUPI/AAAAAAAAAag/tJSLzT-Sl4Q/s1600/Sr+Prom+151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476361397179404530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S__xrPyKUPI/AAAAAAAAAag/tJSLzT-Sl4Q/s400/Sr+Prom+151.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See? I'm not even a redhead any more next to him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S__xqh5OtrI/AAAAAAAAAaY/cmx9ffn5hms/s1600/Sr+Prom+152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476361384861021874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S__xqh5OtrI/AAAAAAAAAaY/cmx9ffn5hms/s400/Sr+Prom+152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476360446024374930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S__wz4dIWpI/AAAAAAAAAaI/QKFflxTVaso/s400/Sr+Prom+119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S__wzYshDSI/AAAAAAAAAaA/BrMgAfN0XDY/s1600/Sr+Prom+122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476360437498973474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S__wzYshDSI/AAAAAAAAAaA/BrMgAfN0XDY/s400/Sr+Prom+122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ew, bad pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S__wyz-deYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/h9y9OuHkpjs/s1600/Sr+Prom+100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476360427642124674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S__wyz-deYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/h9y9OuHkpjs/s400/Sr+Prom+100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S__wyc2lPeI/AAAAAAAAAZw/qNRxzTF9qSs/s1600/Sr+Prom+096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476360421435063778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S__wyc2lPeI/AAAAAAAAAZw/qNRxzTF9qSs/s400/Sr+Prom+096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"stop smiling so much carrie!" lol jeeze mom! X-P she was serious. she thinks smiling too much is bad for a picture, but maybe she's right. My generic cheer-forced-to-keep-smiling face isn't so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476364127265037458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S__0KKJTHJI/AAAAAAAAAbg/q1bS6VqYLu8/s400/Sr+Prom+125.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thank you to:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Logan! for asking me to prom, and being super nice, and everything!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom! for spending many many hours making my dress, and making it look amazing even though you're busy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hannah! for taking pictures haha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Camila! um CHYA. thanks so much for coming a day early to figure out what to do with my hair, then coming on the day of to do it again!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tom! for coming to the fabric store with us and not saying anything....lol how you say......without thinking! haha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is where I would usually write a long post giving the blow by blow account of prom, but I don't have the energy, so if you want to know, ask me! I knew I had to post pictures soon or I'd be in trouble :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-497712160569110383?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/497712160569110383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=497712160569110383&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/497712160569110383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/497712160569110383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2010/05/senior-prom.html' title='Senior Prom'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S__ysku4hCI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/kOKq1N4ePXs/s72-c/Sr+Prom+138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-4029971048679348658</id><published>2010-05-28T09:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T09:56:46.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Limits</title><content type='html'>I finally know them. After going through this school year, almost killing myself (k that is a little dramatic, but sometimes it felt like that!) I vow not to do that ever again. Not this summer, not next year. Tempting as it may be. I now know what it is like to be one of those poor over-booked children you hear about living in suburbia. My weeks have been like this recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;: ACT prep class, possibly babysitting, practice piano, HMWK, and FHE, practice singing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;: Cheer Practice till 4:15, HMWK, Piano practicing, practice singing &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;: ACT prep class, Teach two piano lessons, YW, Piano practicing, HMWK, (and Hannah's 4-hour dance recital) practice singing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;: Cheer practice again, Singing lessons, HMWK, piano practicing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;: Piano lesson (my own!), then hopefully hang out with friends or something&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;*note* I have to be done practicing the piano before 8pm which means I have to do it before my HMWK, but after cheer and stuff. I usually try to get into bed by 9ish, but that doesn't usually happen. If only! haha but I'm a horrible person, because sometimes I do things not on my schedule, like working on flexibility, or jumping on the tramp, or practicing my cheer dance (but i have to do that one!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha and this is my less busy schedule. During Basketball season, I seriously thought I was going to get a stomach ulcer from the stress or something. It was twice as bad. Especially with me getting sick and having a fever for a week straight, then trying to catch up for my piano competition, chya. Next year will not be like this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember, the day of my competition, i was really down, because i worked really really hard on my piece all day, then got home at 8, and had to start all my HMWK, chemistry especially,which is death for me, and just breaking down, thinking about all I still had to do that week. Cheer would take more than 25 hours of my week during basketball season, and that's both in and out of school. But one of my best friends knew just what to say to me, although I bet they have forgotten. I went and wrote down what they said to me, and i go back to it when ever I feel like a can't take it anymore. It really keeps me going; it makes me really thankful to have friends that care so much about me, and try their best to pick me up when I'm falling down. I hope I can pay them back someday. It goes along with my new maxim "endure to the end". That's what I tell myself when it gets really busy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But back to my limits. This summer, my mom wants me to do a lot of things, but I know, looking at it all, that it is past my limit again. 8 Hours of college credit may be really tempting, but it's also 5 weeks of 7:30 am to noon CHEMISTRY at the U of  U. By itself, I might be able to get through somehow, but added on top of reading 2 books twice for AP lit, and writing on them, plus whatever I'm assigned for AP gov (I'm guessing 10-12 mini-report-thingies like usual) and early morning cheer practices and cheer camp, and piano (teaching and playing) and singing (?) it's too much, even without school. Plus cabin trips. So I'm going to drop the chemistry program. It was a really hard choice.... I mean 8 HOURS! But I think I'm doing the right thing. Plus, this means I can focus on my YW camp calling, and I don't have to miss any part of girl's camp (oh yeah, another thing I'm doing this summer. I'm a YCL. kind of a big deal. haha my second time doing it)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-4029971048679348658?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/4029971048679348658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=4029971048679348658&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/4029971048679348658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/4029971048679348658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-limits.html' title='My Limits'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-5125840042386897184</id><published>2010-05-19T19:50:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T21:46:02.727-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What have I become?</title><content type='html'>I don't know who I am anymore. I think Emily is going to disown me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself at the Renaissance fair last weekend, and I have to say I think I'm developing a split personality. Haha it really clashes sometimes, in an almost painful way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's the Caroline that most people know me by:&lt;/strong&gt; cheerleader, good sense of fashion (well i try haha), very girly into painting nails, doing hair, make up, chick flix, and everything else the stereotypical air-headed cheerleader would be into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then there's the other Caroline:&lt;/strong&gt; the one who's nerdy right up there with the best of them. Yup, that's right, Star wars, Star &lt;em&gt;trek&lt;/em&gt;, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, Chess Club, classical music, plays-video-games-like-a-bandit etc........and now the Renaissance fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dressed up for the fair, because you get a discount if you do, and of course I went all out, (as is tradition in our family, to go all out when it comes to any type of costume) as a princess. Also of course, I was the most-dressed-up-person in our group. There was a peasant (Wes), a time traveler (aka Eliza didn't dress up, and I just dubbed her as that as of now), and a friar (Logan). Walking up to the entrance, there was a sign indicating prices, and under discount it didn't just say "dressed up" or "in costume" but &lt;em&gt;"en garb".&lt;/em&gt; Garb?? ok, this should have been my first clue this would be...different. But walking through the plywood arch painted like a turret, I had the sudden urge to run back to the car; everything was so... nerdy, and so sudden, it was suffocating! I was still in the Cheerleader-Caroline mentality, and it just grated against my very &lt;em&gt;being. &lt;/em&gt;Everywhere i turned, there were other people &lt;em&gt;en garb&lt;/em&gt;, and sometimes waaay more than me. Like probably spent the better part of $100 dollars on a costume only worn once a year (or SHOULD be worn once a year). Also, there were many girls dressed up in belly dancer costumes, that should not, I repeat&lt;strong&gt; should not&lt;/strong&gt; have been. Did I say girls? I meant to add middle-aged women too. *shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, it was interesting when people would say "my lady" to me, and there was even one man who bowed. haha it was interesting. There were minstrels everywhere, playing lutes, and harps, while singing "ye olde musik". very authentic. And selling CDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was jousting, and knighting, and booths selling whole-suits-of-armor custom made! You could actually buy precious stones at one. The Man at that booth was heavy set with a blond beard mustache, (clearly grown just for this fair, judging by the style. I hope.) who turned to me and my friends saying "pretty ladies! come! we have SHHHINY things!" then he started waggling his fingers at us, and his merchandise &lt;strong&gt;(which happened to be precious and semi-precious stones. like seriously, in the middle of a dusty field, next to a shallow murky river, selling diamonds and sapphires...? kinda sketch if you ask me).&lt;/strong&gt; Haha me and Wes took one look at the man, and gave him a creeped-out-smile/grimace, before hurrying on to the next booth, as he continued to yell after us ("Pretty ladies like shiny things!! Come!!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, the knighting. Um it was legit. We walked up to the "court" which was housed in a tent, complete with King, Queen, and Royal Subjects, dressed in the most lavish &lt;em&gt;garb&lt;/em&gt; there. They sat graciously, playing their part like they lived it everyday. A woman, dressed as a servant, held her fingers to her lips, and instructed us to kneel (which we didn't) at the foot of the throne, while the current...victim(?)...was knighted. She told us, in a whispered tone, that we could be knighted if we wished, but it would cost us three crowns for the king's time. Yeaaah. Three crowns....haha sorry, I just spent the last of my crowns buying that pair of wolverine claws back at that other booth(jk). We looked back at the throne, the kneeling person was being touched on the shoulders and back by a real sword, by the king, then instructed to rise; next the king said "Three cheers for the new knight, Sir what's-his-name! HIP HIP..." and I said " HOORAY!" where everyone else said "HUZZAH!", then looked at me like I had done something very wrong. Logan seemed to find it quite funny haha :-P. As soon as I realized my mistake I quickly said "I mean HUZZAH.", but alas, by then they were already on the second "HIP HIP", and I just failed again. The worst part of it was that the nerdy part of me &lt;em&gt;wanted to be knighted&lt;/em&gt;. But the more sensible part of me refused (thankfully), and I was able to pull myself away unscathed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were all kinds of food stands, with corny names like "The Holy Grill" and "The Friar's Fry-er". I had a very good flat bread melt at a booth with an equally embarassing name, that i cannot remember for the life of me. I think it too had the "holy grail" motif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jousting was pretty cool. The knights really knew how to play the crowd, and it was really cool to see my favorite kind of horse in real life: a friesian: (ahh I love it. As much as a Steinway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.gotpetsonline.com/pictures-gallery/horse-pictures-breeders-foals/friesian-pictures-breeders-foals/pictures/friesian-0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://static.gotpetsonline.com/pictures-gallery/horse-pictures-breeders-foals/friesian-pictures-breeders-foals/pictures/friesian-0005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a woman in a wheel chair next to me; the knight had a bunch of pink roses that he was handing out to "fair princesses and queens" in the crowd. He came up to the woman in the wheelchair, and told her "that's a fine chariot you have there my lady." and gave her the rose, while everyone cheered for this princess :). It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one booth offering massages.....chya.....from a guy with hair like Kenny G, but black, with a beard and mustache. Oh yeah, and stretch pants. Very creepy. haha, no thank you. Also many booths with tarot reading and crystal ball fortunes ect. For like $30! Totally robbing people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I had a ton of fun, and even learned a little bit of contact juggling (look out David Bowie!), which I intend to perfect, as soon as a get a contact juggling ball. Which will be soon. Also, being a princess for a day isn't too bad :) Also I got some real freshwater pearl earrings for pretty cheap, and a cute ring :). Not bad, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take many pictures, but here are the two I did take: yup, there was no way I was going to put my head in there! It's too nerdy for me! Even after I settled into my nerdy-self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S_SrvMClKfI/AAAAAAAAAYY/sH2RLQv8p8M/s1600/fair+Logan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473188274336246258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S_SrvMClKfI/AAAAAAAAAYY/sH2RLQv8p8M/s400/fair+Logan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S_SrugQYYBI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/kEfJ6EVGBSg/s1600/Fair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473188262582968338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S_SrugQYYBI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/kEfJ6EVGBSg/s400/Fair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-5125840042386897184?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/5125840042386897184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=5125840042386897184&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/5125840042386897184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/5125840042386897184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-have-i-become.html' title='What have I become?'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S_SrvMClKfI/AAAAAAAAAYY/sH2RLQv8p8M/s72-c/fair+Logan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-8695255900898925328</id><published>2010-05-08T16:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T17:01:28.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>They're Everywhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When you walk into any given classroom at my high school, you can bet that there will be multiple students sporting pairs of Converse. Every color; every shade, tone, and tint imaginable, even exotic prints and custom layers, everyone trying to stand out in a unique way (oh, the irony!). This trend seemed to suddenly spring up, faster than my little sister can tattle-tale on me. Where did it come from? What turned the key to get it going, and how did it accelerate so fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One possibility is Malcom Gladwell’s “law of the few”. This law, condensed, is essentially the 80/20 Principle, meaning that the influence of one person or a handful of people greatly affects the majority of the population. When Converse first came out, with their now classic design in 1921, what started the fire? Celebrity endorsement (what else?). Charles H. "Chuck" Taylor, a basketball player, started wearing these new All-Star shoes. Because of this one man, we see converse like we do. Without Chuck, we might just see them as bizarrely high-cut shoes, with too much shoelace. Teenagers worship celebrities, including athletes, and anything they do or say immediately becomes popular; we see this today, again and again with shoes, purses, and those popular knit headbands that seem to be growing faster than anything I’ve seen in a long time. These Shoes seem to have sprung up in the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dfashion.de/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/converse-high-heels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 420px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 460px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.dfashion.de/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/converse-high-heels.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just say, &lt;em&gt;ew&lt;/em&gt;. If i ever see anyone i know wearing these, i will come to their house, and burn them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.virtualshoemuseum.com/vsm/files/09558_converse_a-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.virtualshoemuseum.com/vsm/files/09558_converse_a-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 460px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.virtualshoemuseum.com/vsm/files/09558_converse_a-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lol pants AND shoes! All in one! For your convenience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myairshoes.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/converse-ripples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 480px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.myairshoes.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/converse-ripples.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-Xrp6bn1gI/AAAAAAAAAYI/c5cuu-HTQKM/s1600/Converse.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469036427803612674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-Xrp6bn1gI/AAAAAAAAAYI/c5cuu-HTQKM/s400/Converse.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I designed these ones myself :) too bad they're $62.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They never really went out or style really, but they sure came back with vehemence. These days there are so many different styles of Converse, sometimes it’s difficult to recognize a pair. They have seeped into every area or shoe-ware, from high-heels, to boots, to flats. Why has this one style branched out so far? Another answer is the overall tone of today’s trends. They all seem to resonate with the past, as the decades of the mid 1900s ripple back to the present. Every year a new-old style washes up; ‘vintage’: it’s the new pink. Converse are the embodiment of classic. Teenagers thirst to be accepted, and if that means dressing a certain way, so be it. It’s all controlled the small strain of glamorous kids who everyone aspires to mirror. Therefore, if they wear converse, so does everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems like no other trend has gone as long as Converse without going out of style. These shoes have been preserved because of out human nature to follow the people we admire. Because a few choice individuals decided to wear this style, we all follow obediently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-8695255900898925328?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/8695255900898925328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=8695255900898925328&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/8695255900898925328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/8695255900898925328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2010/05/theyre-everywhere.html' title='They&apos;re Everywhere'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-Xrp6bn1gI/AAAAAAAAAYI/c5cuu-HTQKM/s72-c/Converse.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-3110969304948402869</id><published>2010-05-03T18:12:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T17:11:15.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BREAKING NEWS! I understood chemistry!</title><content type='html'>Yes folks! I CAROLINE understood what Ms. Mayall was talking about in class today. It's a miracle. We were talking about radioactivity, and radioactive particles, and for some odd reason, I was able to grasp what she was talking about! I'm in awe of my new found knowledge, and wonder why i could never understand anything else she said this whole year, although I assure you I tried my hardest. It feels so good! It's probably because I got a blessing yesterday that said if I tried my hardest, I would understand. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i think Ms. Mayall got engaged :) her ring is &lt;em&gt;gorgeous&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also! i got 75% on my last test, which is GOOD! much better than the last one where i got 64%. it's a lot better than i expected :) which means that what i did write down was right, because I left a quarter of on the pages blank haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for a list of the most random words i can think of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;squeegee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;liquorice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;plumb&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snapple&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;squelch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;napkin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;liposuction&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;liquid paper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;suitcase&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;beer stein&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;miffed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;vase&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dictionary&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nicaragua&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;brighten&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bloody&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;plate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;American cheese&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;die!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Indian&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sonicare&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;box&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wood&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;leftovers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;photos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Greece&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;grease&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;raisins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chocolate covered ants&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dust rag&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cat fur&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;choking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sneeze&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;squash&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;USB port&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dijon mustard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;voodoo!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;David Bowie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;casket&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;alas i must go to sleep now, or else face the wrath of a very angry platinum-blonde, or a grumpy bearded man :-P Better Post Next Time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ps. what's the best random word?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ALSO!! I just took my math placement test for College Algebra-Calc or College Calc-Trig. It was interesting, the first part, just algebra, was SO easy. AND there were only 12 questions; But as I got into the second section, people were leaving, at an alarming rate, already finished. I thought to myself "why is it taking me so long? do i just suck at life??" until there were me and two other people left. The three of us kept on testing for another hour after everyone else was gone! I was really worried that I was just behind everything, and the questions were tough.... I started becoming more and more worried, and thinking i must really be HORRIBLE at math, and maybe they'll drop be from the class because my skill level is so slow. I mean COME ON I've been here for an extra HOUR. Not ten min, or even 15. I kept thinking, "DANG I should've paid more attention to Jaron when he explains math to me!!!! He would TOTALLY know how to do all this stuff!" Finally, when I finished, I took my score up to the teacher, and she must've seen the disappointment on my face, so she explained to me:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wasn't slow! I just tested into the higher math class! Calc-Trig! If you test into the higher class, it gives you triple the questions! *WHEEW* I don't suck at life. But it surprised me that there were only three of us....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-3110969304948402869?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/3110969304948402869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=3110969304948402869&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/3110969304948402869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/3110969304948402869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2010/05/breaking-news-i-understood-chemistry.html' title='BREAKING NEWS! I understood chemistry!'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-6850331496256992460</id><published>2010-04-20T20:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T20:59:31.744-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TFAIPY (Time For an Actually Important Post Y'all)</title><content type='html'>Yes, I did just say y'all. Stop cringing Hannah. Haha ok, today, I will not post about nonsense, i will post about something that is one of my pet peeves: People who say they "hate reading because it is boring"! What I have to say to this is that these people don't really &lt;em&gt;how&lt;/em&gt; to read. All you people out there, this is important, so pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.treehugger.com/book-lending-2swap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 332px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.treehugger.com/book-lending-2swap.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are those who read books, and there are those who marinate themselves in books. People who merely read, do so quickly and impatiently, with only one goal in mind: to get on to whatever lies beyond the immediate reading, like holding your nose, while swallowing a bite of food you rather dislike. Marinating takes a true lover of books who allows time to flow freely over them, not giving it a second though, as they soak up each of the author’s devices and revels in them like savory herbs that flavor steak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When a true connoisseur of reading takes a look at a library shelf or bookstore window, they don’t just glance and the covers and titles seeking a specific genre alone. Picking out a book shouldn’t be like going through a drive through, then parking to hastily eat in the car and hurry off to the next destination. They see the awards, the authors, cracking one open occasionally and tasting the words; feeling them with every sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When it comes to reading, I try to let the book play out in front of my eyes, assailing me from all sides, locking me into place, but shifting me in each of the author’s tones. When you find yourself giving each character their own distinct voice in your mind, you know you’re there. It’s when you are moved by not only the story, but the complex patterns of the author’s style, and come to recognize the littlest phrases, like delicate seasonings. Let go of time, and eat up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are those who only nibble books, constantly preoccupied by the many distractions thrown at us by the world; TV, texting, Facebook, iPods. The list goes on and on. The absolute distinction between simply knowing how to read and knowing how to soak is when you make the connection between the fact that A: you’re not getting anything out of what you’re reading and B: you’re also causing the before mentioned by letting yourself see only the surface. After this distinction is made, it isn’t hard to begin to cut a little deeper into the pages and paragraphs; let the words swill around your head, taking their own sweet time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reading can be gateway to innumerable experiences normally out of your reach, if you only allow yourself to let the small but sharp intensities of phrases surround you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-6850331496256992460?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/6850331496256992460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=6850331496256992460&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/6850331496256992460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/6850331496256992460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2010/04/time-for-actually-important-post-yall.html' title='TFAIPY (Time For an Actually Important Post Y&apos;all)'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-4107465847882218529</id><published>2010-04-16T22:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T22:42:20.089-06:00</updated><title type='text'>what's been going on lately:</title><content type='html'>So yeah, I've been busy, and I make no excuses for not posting! I was sleeping, and doing homework when I could have been posting for the last month. the AP tests are looming ever closer: AP music theory, AP US history, and AP Language and composition. The teachers are really cracking down, and piling on the homework, plus study sessions after school every day, plus cheer, plus my piano recital creeping up (which i am totally unprepared for. I still have a page left to learn, plus the third page doesn't seem to be going &lt;em&gt;anywhere&lt;/em&gt; no matter how much i practice. curse you Scott Joplin!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In May i have on week that goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;! ap test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BANG&lt;/span&gt;! ap test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BOOM&lt;/span&gt;! ap test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAM&lt;/span&gt;! piano recital.&lt;br /&gt;then &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CRASH&lt;/span&gt;! There goes Caroline, collapsed on the floor. does she have a pulse? no? oh. pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I'll try to post more up until then. Then I shall post as a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;oO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. anyway I could never be as cool as the Ghost of Bacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing one of my favorite songs in my singing lessons :) Here it is! Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5RbSXxwiYMY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5RbSXxwiYMY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited :) well, really it is getting late, and I'm going to be kicking myself for this tomorrow morning when i have to get up early to go to an APUSH seminar from 9-12. also! if the video is cut off, just right click on it, and open it in a new tab :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-4107465847882218529?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/4107465847882218529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=4107465847882218529&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/4107465847882218529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/4107465847882218529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2010/04/whats-been-going-on-lately.html' title='what&apos;s been going on lately:'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-1904130666047758954</id><published>2010-02-26T21:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T22:38:43.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well i should've posted about sadies by now</title><content type='html'>but i haven't, because i know it's going to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;take&lt;/span&gt; a long time :P and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not on the right computer, as i would have to scan some pictures in so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to post about something different :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to post about what i will someday posses: a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fazioli&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fatz&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt;-oh-lee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ferrari&lt;/span&gt; of pianos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 420px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 648px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.pianofortechicago.com/images/PianoWithReflection.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt; see that gleaming-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;??? it's like a mirror of ebony wood *drool*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i got the chance to play on one last weekend and it almost broke my heart. only a baby grand, entry-level piano, it cost a mere $90,000. *&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;siiiiiiiigh&lt;/span&gt;* playing on it was like.... i don't even know what. there's nothing to compare. but i was just testing it out, alas, and as i played, the salesman was eyeing me, and i could physically feel it. (probably eager to wipe down the piano after i left with polish and a microfiber cloth, feverishly.) i barely played one page of a song. i asked the salesman (actually the owner of the store) if he played the piano and i was floored to discover he did NOT!!! i was like 'wait, what??? then how do you appreciate the sound, the feel??!!!! life is so unfair!!! why do YOU get to own this piano store, and you play the lousy bass!!!!' (my apologies to bass players, the bass isn't lousy, but seriously!!!! how dare he own a piano store!? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; forgive my overreactions but i love pianos. anyway.) of course i didn't say this out loud, but that's what i was thinking &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;here are the reasons this piano sounds so good:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;clarity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: a sound in which harmonic components are even throughout. if you don't speak piano and player, it means that when you play a musical phrase, no note is left out of your hearing, it resounds, no matter how quietly played.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uniform: &lt;/strong&gt;a timber that presents equal &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;characteristics&lt;/span&gt; in every area of the keyboard. if you hit a key up around C6 or C7, you can expect the same resistance and volume if you hit a key around C1 or C2 (given you exert the same force on the key of course)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wide dynamic range: &lt;/strong&gt;a sound that goes from pianissimo (aka really really quiet) to fortissimo (aka really really loud) without any distortion in fortissimo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;long duration: &lt;/strong&gt;the duration of the sound is extremely important for the legato (smooth and connected sound) and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cantabile&lt;/span&gt; playing, thus the sound must not decay rapidly. when you hit a note, you expect the sound to linger until you lift your finger, or the loud pedal. it hangs in the air.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;selective: &lt;/strong&gt;this means the pianist is able to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;distinction&lt;/span&gt; of the single parts, melodies (or voices, as my piano teacher calls them), especially during the performance of polyphonic works. examples of polyphonic works (some of the hardest songs to play!! but gorgeous!!!!!): &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bach's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tocatta&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fuge&lt;/span&gt;, the little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fuge&lt;/span&gt; in g minor by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bach&lt;/span&gt;, and other &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fuges&lt;/span&gt;. also inventions are poly phonic, but not as complicated as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fuges&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442791044293484674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S4itnh3KYII/AAAAAAAAAXg/jFVhPFbuPxc/s400/fazioli+concert+grand.bmp" /&gt; ah here's what i am going to own some day: the concert grand. at 3.08 meters in length (that's a little more than 10 feet) and 1.58 meters (a little more than five feet) in keyboard width, and 1.88 meters tall when the lid is open fully as in the picture (that's a little over six feet) it weighs 1521.19 pounds. the wheels are designed to take the weight without damaging the floor (but just in case, then have special pads you put under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh there's so much more to talk about! but i have to cut it short, because it's time for me to be in bed. i"ll probably add more tomorrow. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; like anyone is going to understand my weird obsession anyway, let alone read more than the first paragraph before getting bored. but eh whatever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-1904130666047758954?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/1904130666047758954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=1904130666047758954&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/1904130666047758954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/1904130666047758954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2010/02/well-i-shouldve-posted-about-sadies-by.html' title='well i should&apos;ve posted about sadies by now'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S4itnh3KYII/AAAAAAAAAXg/jFVhPFbuPxc/s72-c/fazioli+concert+grand.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-6347404885135417490</id><published>2010-02-24T18:38:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T19:16:07.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, here i am sick, so i better post on my blog, or i"ll feel guilty (i already am, as i've been sick for three days, and still haven't posted yet.)</title><content type='html'>haha wow that was a rather long title, don't you think? it would've been longer, but it ran out of characters. it was going to say something like 'wow this is a rather long title, don't you think?' OK enough tautology (actually, the more correct term is recursing... but tautology sounds smarter. but &lt;em&gt;thinking back&lt;/em&gt;, tautology really doesn't apply at all except in my wishful thinking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. OK. i am a little distracted today obviously, as i can't hold on to a single train of thought. it must be the lack of food. i haven't had much appetite the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's post is going to be on......... how i should be practicing the piano right now because megan's gonna kill me if i don't! (piano competition, march 10th)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i should've named this post ("shortest and most boring post ever. dont bother to read." so, to compensate, please be entertained by this picture of tiny people! right...... NOW!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 760px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 506px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.tiltshiftphotography.net/images/crossroads.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pps: for those of you with a dry sense of humor like me (well, sometimes) here's a cartoon you might enjoy. lol it sounds like something my friend mike would say or a club he'd start. &lt;a href="http://xkcd.com/703/"&gt;http://xkcd.com/703/&lt;/a&gt; don't forget the tooltip, just roll over the image, it's the best part!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-6347404885135417490?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/6347404885135417490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=6347404885135417490&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/6347404885135417490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/6347404885135417490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-here-i-am-sick-so-i-better-post-on.html' title='Hey, here i am sick, so i better post on my blog, or i&quot;ll feel guilty (i already am, as i&apos;ve been sick for three days, and still haven&apos;t posted yet.)'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-8690487095659593611</id><published>2010-02-16T15:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T15:11:04.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He doesn't cook or clean!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tErfaUvvw9A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tErfaUvvw9A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha i love it! "who organized all of my ex-girlfriends into a choir and got them to sing?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-8690487095659593611?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/8690487095659593611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=8690487095659593611&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/8690487095659593611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/8690487095659593611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2010/02/he-doesnt-cook-or-clean.html' title='He doesn&apos;t cook or clean!'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-7771913938404816403</id><published>2010-02-15T20:24:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:07:25.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cabin This Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;when we got there, Saturday around noon (or something, it seems so far away) there was about 3-4 feet or snow (or more, depending. some piles were much taller than me, at my humble 5'2"). it was a promising start. except i was the ONLY ONE WHO THOUGHT TO BRING SNOW CLOTHES!? come on! we still had fun though. earlier today me and Hannah had a ton of fun messing around in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the snow was dry, and fluffy, making it very easy to sink in deep, throwing off balance and making movement sluggish, but still fun! we took to making silly videos of me doing cartwheels (or attempting to) in all my gear, plus powder :P Hannah took out her phone and was like "Carrie! do some parkour!" and it started from there. lol but this is NOT parkour. cause i can't do parkour, but i can mess around and have fun! it was way more fun wrecking then trying to land the cartwheels :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-35bc977ce15ab626" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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(not that I've ever tasted one, but i know someone who has!...i forget who...huh. anyway!) here are some pictures of them! me and Hannah's fav was the bay horse (if you don't speak horse and rider, a bay is a brown horse, with black/dark brown on the nose, feet, and a dark stripe down the back. the mane and tail are also black/dark brown). the paint kept getting jealous of our attention to the bay, and nudged it out of the way repeatedly. they were very curious horses, trying to nibble our clothing, and sniff our hands for possible treats.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S3oUxXCrBZI/AAAAAAAAAWU/0MdBGvbBvAc/s1600-h/cabin+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438682338234664338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S3oUxXCrBZI/AAAAAAAAAWU/0MdBGvbBvAc/s400/cabin+7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S3oUxI7cCBI/AAAAAAAAAWM/16ab_IxqZqM/s1600-h/cabin+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438682334446225426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S3oUxI7cCBI/AAAAAAAAAWM/16ab_IxqZqM/s400/cabin+6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this one (above) is hard to tell, but the horse's nose. She was smelling my phone. i was worried she was going to take a bite!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S3oUwyphA-I/AAAAAAAAAWE/7gKtuhs02nE/s1600-h/cabin+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438682328465474530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S3oUwyphA-I/AAAAAAAAAWE/7gKtuhs02nE/s400/cabin+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; speaking of taking a bite, these horses seemed hungry! they look fine and healthy, the there was a GIANT stack of fresh hay behind them, under a roof, but for some reason, they all chewed on the wood! any wood they could get their teeth into, as you can see by the chew marks on the side of these stairs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S3oUwZ5TZYI/AAAAAAAAAV8/9kLGwLD43TQ/s1600-h/cabin+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438682321820804482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S3oUwZ5TZYI/AAAAAAAAAV8/9kLGwLD43TQ/s400/cabin+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438682317689926162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S3oUwKgbMhI/AAAAAAAAAV0/tIr8jCYeD58/s400/cabin+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"please let me come with you! i just know i can fit through these bars if i turn my head just like this!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S3oWkm1u2_I/AAAAAAAAAW0/OZjZwW6xVss/s1600-h/cabin+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438684318160313330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S3oWkm1u2_I/AAAAAAAAAW0/OZjZwW6xVss/s400/cabin+9.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ah, just gorgeous isn't it? untouched! i actually got in trouble from my mom for walking out in the snow like that :P what was i supposed to do! i couldn't help it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S3oWkTFQuSI/AAAAAAAAAWs/jC1cVTvfKDI/s1600-h/cabin+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438684312856738082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S3oWkTFQuSI/AAAAAAAAAWs/jC1cVTvfKDI/s400/cabin+10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S3oWkHjI9oI/AAAAAAAAAWk/cnjRa1S6YJg/s1600-h/cabin+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438684309760833154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S3oWkHjI9oI/AAAAAAAAAWk/cnjRa1S6YJg/s400/cabin+8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S3oWjlnuDPI/AAAAAAAAAWc/nhSeyk7RDoA/s1600-h/cabin+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438684300653235442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S3oWjlnuDPI/AAAAAAAAAWc/nhSeyk7RDoA/s400/cabin+5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh and one more story haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this farm dog across the street, at the little dairy farm, named Piper. i love piper! he always plays with Maggie, my dog. they are perfect for each other, and are best friends. this time, we didn't bring Maggie up to the cabin (thanks to SOMEONE who complains of her "mess" psh) and piper was very sad. i went for a walk, to enjoy the beautiful earth, when i see piper trotting along behind. the sweet dog he is, he comes up and leans against me, wagging his tail. then, he begins to howl, the really sad-pitiful-lonely kind of howl. i could tell he missed Maggie! i felt very sorry for him, so i let his accompany me on my walk. just as i am pausing for a moment to call back to the cabin, i notice that piper is lifting his leg... ON ME!! "PIPER!!! GAH!!!" *this is where i dive for the snow, and writhe around like I'm on fire* i take it as his was of showing his appreciation for me letting him come along on my walk. or asking me to be his valentine. something like that. luckily i was wearing my waterproof snow pants, so it just beaded up, and came right off. wheew. but still, poor piper. he showed up on our porch early this morning, hoping to find maggie, but having no such luck, proceeded to howl on our porch, very loudly. i forgive him for taking a leak on me, out of pure pity for his loneliness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-7771913938404816403?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/7771913938404816403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=7771913938404816403&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/7771913938404816403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/7771913938404816403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2010/02/cabin-this-weekend.html' title='The Cabin This Weekend'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S3oUxXCrBZI/AAAAAAAAAWU/0MdBGvbBvAc/s72-c/cabin+7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-148440364007977489</id><published>2010-02-04T19:43:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T20:21:19.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey, yeah it's been a while... (but don't expect any apologies)</title><content type='html'>here's kind of what's been going on in my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting read for a piano competition in march. Here's what I'm playing: Fantasia No. 3 in d minor, K. 397. by W. A. Mozart. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=deNZCpBLrEk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=deNZCpBLrEk&lt;/a&gt; (ps, if clicking on that link doesn't work, try copy and pasting it or typing it out. it's worth it i promise!!! this song is absolutely GORGEOUS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;cheer still, four games a week!! too... many...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;teaching piano- two students (two girls) and I'm about to start two new boys (O.o)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;tumbling has been put on hold!!!!! (indefinitely.......) :'(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;young women's basketball just started! we won our first game :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;and now singing lessons!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;idk how much time i have left, but i seem to be surviving, i suppose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.voices.com/voxdaily/woman-singing-microphone-vintage-525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 525px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 371px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://blogs.voices.com/voxdaily/woman-singing-microphone-vintage-525.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;so singing lessons. very odd. i have to do these really weird exercises everyday, singing arpeggios (my teacher calls them scales but they are SO not scales!!! i should know :P). today, she had me making that b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b noise (idk how else to spell it...?), you know, like the noise little boys make when they play with trucks. i for the life of me could not do it!! i kept cracking up at her making that noise!! haha i hope she wasn't offended.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;teacher: "OK, do it like this Caroline: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;me: *earnestly trying to screw my face in to something that can make that noise, but the laughter overcomes all* "b-b-b-BAH HAHAHAHA!!!! sorry sorry sorry!!! I'll try again!! i can do it! i promise!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;teacher: "OK. remember, it's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; not b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;me: *completely loses it again* "pbbttthhh HAHAHAHA!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;teacher: *gives me a weird look, like 'what is wrong with this girl?'* "oh. kay. well you'll have to practice that every day till you have it right"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;me: *internal wince* "sure i can do that!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-148440364007977489?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/148440364007977489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=148440364007977489&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/148440364007977489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/148440364007977489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-yeah-its-been-while-but-dont-expect.html' title='hey, yeah it&apos;s been a while... (but don&apos;t expect any apologies)'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-2102045340248893313</id><published>2009-10-31T11:10:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T12:50:43.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Masquerade!</title><content type='html'>October 30&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, MASQUERADE! i went to the school dance as Christine &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;daae&lt;/span&gt; (die-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;) after slaving away to make my dress for a long time, it turned out great!! thanks again mom! here's what we based the dress off of. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/warner_brothers/andrew_lloyd_webber_s_the_phantom_of_the_opera/emmy_rossum/phantom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/warner_brothers/andrew_lloyd_webber_s_the_phantom_of_the_opera/emmy_rossum/phantom2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's the actual dress! we made a mask too (well my mom made it, amazing huh?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SuxyGBR-1hI/AAAAAAAAASk/GfsaosLkOcA/s1600-h/Halloween+Dance+09+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398815501059020306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SuxyGBR-1hI/AAAAAAAAASk/GfsaosLkOcA/s400/Halloween+Dance+09+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SuxyFYH5cSI/AAAAAAAAASc/LtnYJf5T5Zo/s1600-h/Halloween+Dance+09+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398815490010870050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SuxyFYH5cSI/AAAAAAAAASc/LtnYJf5T5Zo/s400/Halloween+Dance+09+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SuxyEzvBCfI/AAAAAAAAASU/skEB9r4kYYk/s1600-h/Halloween+Dance+09+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398815480242833906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SuxyEzvBCfI/AAAAAAAAASU/skEB9r4kYYk/s400/Halloween+Dance+09+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SuxyEfmYonI/AAAAAAAAASM/iYvuLm7WeXg/s1600-h/Halloween+Dance+09+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398815474837922418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SuxyEfmYonI/AAAAAAAAASM/iYvuLm7WeXg/s400/Halloween+Dance+09+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SuxyEBLhcQI/AAAAAAAAASE/OcGVESk9qoo/s1600-h/Halloween+Dance+09+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398815466672189698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SuxyEBLhcQI/AAAAAAAAASE/OcGVESk9qoo/s400/Halloween+Dance+09+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dress is actually a wedding dress we found on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KSL&lt;/span&gt;, that we changed to be more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;costumey&lt;/span&gt;. it was so huge!! i couldn't fit in the car very easily &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;, but the WORST thing was trying to go up stairs without tripping on myself. when i walked in to the dance, everyone stared at me, like seriously. it was so embarrassing! i hate everyone staring at me, but yeah, when we walked in the gym to take pictures, the whole crowd turned... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; must have been a good costume? :P anyway it was sweltering in the ballroom where the dance was held. never been so hot in my life! but it was awesome! i could dance just fine, well mostly in that dress it turns out. i had a ton of fun! my date was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ubeeng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kueq&lt;/span&gt; (yeah, go ahead and try to pronounce that one :P) he's an amazing pianist, who has played with the Utah Symphony :P he practices 4 hours a day. i only wish i could practice that much!! but I'm lucky if i get one hour in :'( it's not fair! anyway yeah he so good, i don't think i should consider myself a pianist anymore...pretty much. anyway he's nice guy :) here are some pictures of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/Sux1wi6wKtI/AAAAAAAAATM/-L5uBW6COp0/s1600-h/Halloween+Dance+09+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398819530177784530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/Sux1wi6wKtI/AAAAAAAAATM/-L5uBW6COp0/s400/Halloween+Dance+09+026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/Sux1wYDSjLI/AAAAAAAAATE/AsegGsE7Bjc/s1600-h/10-30-09+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398819527260802226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/Sux1wYDSjLI/AAAAAAAAATE/AsegGsE7Bjc/s400/10-30-09+053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/Sux1vywcNiI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ddQ90J82ntI/s1600-h/Halloween+Dance+09+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398819517249631778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/Sux1vywcNiI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ddQ90J82ntI/s400/Halloween+Dance+09+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/Sux1vVxE7fI/AAAAAAAAAS0/bwfyYAr6s7Q/s1600-h/Halloween+Dance+09+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398819509467672050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/Sux1vVxE7fI/AAAAAAAAAS0/bwfyYAr6s7Q/s400/Halloween+Dance+09+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/Sux1u-rq6FI/AAAAAAAAASs/dxVWpy70HK0/s1600-h/Halloween+Dance+09+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398819503270979666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/Sux1u-rq6FI/AAAAAAAAASs/dxVWpy70HK0/s400/Halloween+Dance+09+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see it was a little awkward, but that was when no one else was there, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; and we really didn't know each other, like I've said before :P oh well! we had fun. here's our group, we went as different movies (and in my opinion we were the cutest group, because there were about 5 groups going as cowboys and Indians! and 80's workout, and sports, SO hackneyed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/Sux4X2Ik9lI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ZhV7arKYPkY/s1600-h/Halloween+Dance+09+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398822404374197842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/Sux4X2Ik9lI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ZhV7arKYPkY/s400/Halloween+Dance+09+023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gerardus&lt;/span&gt; and Sarah Jane as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sweeny&lt;/span&gt; Tod and Mrs. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lovett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/Sux4XVfEgwI/AAAAAAAAATs/VtW1mJ3SP94/s1600-h/Halloween+Dance+09+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398822395610170114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/Sux4XVfEgwI/AAAAAAAAATs/VtW1mJ3SP94/s400/Halloween+Dance+09+022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susannah and Greg as Tinkerbell and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Smee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/Sux4W98vR1I/AAAAAAAAATk/G_Sjmx6ojGQ/s1600-h/Halloween+Dance+09+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398822389292156754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/Sux4W98vR1I/AAAAAAAAATk/G_Sjmx6ojGQ/s400/Halloween+Dance+09+021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda and Marcus as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Elizabeth&lt;/span&gt; Swan and Will Turner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/Sux4WVwaVwI/AAAAAAAAATc/ipOX_2ubfbQ/s1600-h/Halloween+Dance+09+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398822378503034626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/Sux4WVwaVwI/AAAAAAAAATc/ipOX_2ubfbQ/s400/Halloween+Dance+09+020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celeste and Jeremy as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Galadriel&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Frodo&lt;/span&gt; their costumes were SO perfect &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/span&gt; didn't even wear shoes! and he drew hair on his feet &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/Sux4WC4o3JI/AAAAAAAAATU/Z4I6DzOpZ7c/s1600-h/Halloween+Dance+09+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398822373437267090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/Sux4WC4o3JI/AAAAAAAAATU/Z4I6DzOpZ7c/s400/Halloween+Dance+09+019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; here's a Eliza and Sterling as Holly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Golightly&lt;/span&gt; and Paul &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Varjak&lt;/span&gt; from 'Breakfast at Tiffany's' (their costumes were SPOT on too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/Sux7J8rzcwI/AAAAAAAAAT8/iozihehgo-M/s1600-h/Halloween+Dance+09+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398825464149275394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/Sux7J8rzcwI/AAAAAAAAAT8/iozihehgo-M/s400/Halloween+Dance+09+025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; here are Shannon and Taylor as Queen &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Amidala&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Starwars&lt;/span&gt; and here are our group shots at my house&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/Sux79a436gI/AAAAAAAAAUk/-dABz485XT4/s1600-h/10-30-09+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398826348430486018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/Sux79a436gI/AAAAAAAAAUk/-dABz485XT4/s400/10-30-09+060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/Sux79Kr2L6I/AAAAAAAAAUc/dyFn9q0t2QA/s1600-h/10-30-09+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398826344080879522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/Sux79Kr2L6I/AAAAAAAAAUc/dyFn9q0t2QA/s400/10-30-09+057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/Sux78iobAxI/AAAAAAAAAUU/IUngQh16ca0/s1600-h/10-30-09+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398826333329097490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/Sux78iobAxI/AAAAAAAAAUU/IUngQh16ca0/s400/10-30-09+056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/Sux78Fd8tNI/AAAAAAAAAUM/TlHCryx-k7o/s1600-h/10-30-09+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398826325500540114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/Sux78Fd8tNI/AAAAAAAAAUM/TlHCryx-k7o/s400/10-30-09+055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/Sux770RAKII/AAAAAAAAAUE/43xbIn_041o/s1600-h/10-30-09+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398826320882837634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/Sux770RAKII/AAAAAAAAAUE/43xbIn_041o/s400/10-30-09+054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's us eating dinner :P i might as well post them all :D my mom set the table REALLY fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/Sux-A8D77bI/AAAAAAAAAVM/pdlEypd-pXA/s1600-h/Halloween+Dance+09+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398828607898119602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/Sux-A8D77bI/AAAAAAAAAVM/pdlEypd-pXA/s400/Halloween+Dance+09+031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/Sux-ASMI1kI/AAAAAAAAAVE/_nSW7HzKAYY/s1600-h/Halloween+Dance+09+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398828596658230850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/Sux-ASMI1kI/AAAAAAAAAVE/_nSW7HzKAYY/s400/Halloween+Dance+09+030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/Sux-AAJJjfI/AAAAAAAAAU8/jCJxO20hgS8/s1600-h/Halloween+Dance+09+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398828591813856754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/Sux-AAJJjfI/AAAAAAAAAU8/jCJxO20hgS8/s400/Halloween+Dance+09+029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/Sux9_bI_6oI/AAAAAAAAAU0/wf9D9C__kOM/s1600-h/Halloween+Dance+09+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398828581881113218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/Sux9_bI_6oI/AAAAAAAAAU0/wf9D9C__kOM/s400/Halloween+Dance+09+028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/Sux9--z5R0I/AAAAAAAAAUs/GCEXdCuk8OQ/s1600-h/Halloween+Dance+09+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398828574276405058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/Sux9--z5R0I/AAAAAAAAAUs/GCEXdCuk8OQ/s400/Halloween+Dance+09+027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate chicken cordon &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bleu&lt;/span&gt; which was SO delicious! and spinach salad, and really good rice, and the most delicious rolls! and for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dessert&lt;/span&gt; we had chocolate mousse, SO perfect! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mmm&lt;/span&gt; :D but one of the coolest things about the dinner was what C&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eleste's&lt;/span&gt; dad made. it was a GREAT idea &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; if we hadn't done it, i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reckon&lt;/span&gt; it would've been p&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;retty&lt;/span&gt; quiet and awkward ;) so what he did, was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;create&lt;/span&gt; a mystery story, using the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;characters&lt;/span&gt; we dressed up as, just like clue. it was amazing! we all got parts of what happened in the evening, then we had to try to figure out who killed '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mr&lt;/span&gt;. body' &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. we all thought it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;smee&lt;/span&gt;!!! but it turned out to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;darth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vadar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. it was really cool! there was a map and list of things found on his body and EVERYTHING! it really rocked. :D well that's all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to say for now, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; now spent an hour posting this :P and i didn't get home last night till 3:30 bye !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**BTW! click on the pictures to see them bigger :)**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-2102045340248893313?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/2102045340248893313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=2102045340248893313&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/2102045340248893313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/2102045340248893313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2009/10/masquerade.html' title='Masquerade!'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SuxyGBR-1hI/AAAAAAAAASk/GfsaosLkOcA/s72-c/Halloween+Dance+09+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-4849319644362318284</id><published>2009-10-21T17:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T18:18:44.311-06:00</updated><title type='text'>randomness, because that's all i have time for</title><content type='html'>you may want to blame cheer for this, but for once it's not cheer that is making me busy! it's my AP classes. they expect so much it's crazy! and on top of that i have my own piano practicing to do every day, plus teaching two lessons, and going to young &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;women's&lt;/span&gt;. when you put several hours of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;homework&lt;/span&gt; on top of that, it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pleasant&lt;/span&gt;. plus &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; been super worried about masquerade ugh. for many many reasons that i won't go into. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; been actually having nightmares about it O.o... but yeah some of it is my fault. like asking someone that i have never spoken to (well NOW i have, once, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; he is a really nice guy) so i hope it doesn't turn awkward. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; it probably will, but whatever. right now, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; listening to music (dashboard by modest mouse) and thinking about various art projects &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; working on in school&lt;br /&gt;i just finished one, a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;series&lt;/span&gt; of pictures, using various mediums, of a pepper, in various positions :P here they are, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; you are allowed to laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/St-jVI0UBWI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Z1JhMKoqhRA/s1600-h/pepper,+colage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395210462152623458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/St-jVI0UBWI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Z1JhMKoqhRA/s400/pepper,+colage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this one is done with tissue paper.... (and yes i took these pictures with my phone and am too lazy to make straight, so tough beans)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/St-jU4qNBbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/lkccRsbDrb4/s1600-h/pepper+watercolor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395210457815254450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/St-jU4qNBbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/lkccRsbDrb4/s400/pepper+watercolor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is my first attempt at water color ever, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; so bear with me, (but tom says it's the best of all of them &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/St-jUhFuNjI/AAAAAAAAARs/JgVD-2EYgJU/s1600-h/pepper+oil+pastel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395210451488224818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/St-jUhFuNjI/AAAAAAAAARs/JgVD-2EYgJU/s400/pepper+oil+pastel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's oil pastel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/St-jUQ0mrLI/AAAAAAAAARk/F1CqnavzGk4/s1600-h/pepper+colored+pencil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395210447121460402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/St-jUQ0mrLI/AAAAAAAAARk/F1CqnavzGk4/s400/pepper+colored+pencil.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and here's colored pencil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395210446440933394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/St-jUOSWqBI/AAAAAAAAARc/5okzjR41xgM/s400/pepper+chalk+pastel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this beauty is chalk pastel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;NOTE: this pepper started smelling REALLY bad after the first week; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-4849319644362318284?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/4849319644362318284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=4849319644362318284&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/4849319644362318284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/4849319644362318284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2009/10/randomness-because-thats-all-i-have.html' title='randomness, because that&apos;s all i have time for'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/St-jVI0UBWI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Z1JhMKoqhRA/s72-c/pepper,+colage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-1380308354043616139</id><published>2009-10-15T15:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T15:53:14.682-06:00</updated><title type='text'>k seriously i am so busy</title><content type='html'>homecoming! crazy week! there were cheer practices every day and i had to get up at 5:45 for them :( so i had no sleep, plus 4 ap classes, and two honors, i have been swamped. i was pretty bummed that i wasn't going to homecoming, all my friends were, but now i get a chance at masquerade, because it's girl's choice. i asked this kid named ubeeng ( you say it ooo bee ong.... i think.... hm i should probably make sure of that first...) but idk if i should've asked him after all. cause i don't know him really, just from a far; a hello in passing, a good job after the assembly. but my friend said he wanted to go to homecoming, but was too busy, so i thought maybe he wanted to be asked to masquerade? well whatever, what's done is done, and lol he sorta already replied (but he lost some of my respect for his way of replying. well a lot actually. i mean come on!) he told my friend to tell me yes, but that's stupid! i slaved over how to ask him, and trying to! i went to his house to ask him, but couldn't find it, and me and my friends spent FOREVER looking. but i eventually worked it out, asking him at school. i got one of my friends to give him a stick of butter with no note, just telling him he needed it, then in the next class another of my friends gave him a bag of popcorn, with a note saying "i just wanted to butter you up before i popped the question, will you go to masquerade with me?" (yeah cheesy but whatever *shrug*) i don't really like this kid though, not in any way to pursue further dates, i don't actually know him, but i hope all goes well! My group is going as movie themes, and i want to do phantom of the opera, i hope he'll agree with that :P he's an awesome pianist, and makes me feel like nothing compared to him, but i try not to think about that, it makes me so jealous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-1380308354043616139?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/1380308354043616139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=1380308354043616139&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/1380308354043616139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/1380308354043616139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2009/10/k-seriously-i-am-so-busy.html' title='k seriously i am so busy'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-9099443963050961902</id><published>2009-08-30T22:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:01:06.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'>summer break is over, for this blog</title><content type='html'>well my unintended vacation from this blog, is ofically over. i just wrote a memoir about living in new york, and i'm quite proud of it :) i hope you enjoy. lol sorry em, i didn't really put you in there. i couldn't fit everything i wanted, it's already waaay long. and there's so much i left out! well here goes, enjoy, and i hope you read all of it! also, this is the new and improved one, that i spent 4 hours rewriting&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;An Adventure…&lt;br /&gt;When I was a small girl, and my family went through a hard-hitting divorce, we didn’t know how we’d make it. My mom did interior design work with her sister for years, but never had schooling, and decided we should leave Salt Lake, for hectic New York City, with 6 kids, and a cat. We got a moving truck, piled in our furniture, leased out our big suburban house in Sandy and lifted off, ready for an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Launch, in 10, 9, 8….&lt;br /&gt;We massed ourselves, including our cat, Shadow, into the Land Cruiser, with our duffel bags. I think if we put so much as one more finger in the car, it would explode in a mushroom cloud of clothes, car parts, and redheads. We drove three, 12-hour days to get there. As a five-year-old I was stunned by the world outside our valley. I had only ever gone to the California beach once or twice, but those memories blurred. This, my first time really outside of Utah, made the world seem like a different planet. I didn’t know how lush the world could look, compared to dry, shrubby, Utah. I propped my eyes open, and gawked at the foreign greenness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Firehouse…&lt;br /&gt;Our first house in New York happened to be an old firehouse converted to a duplex. We arrived very late, and I only have glimpses of my first look at the firehouse; I remember seeing, over someone’s shoulder, a white house, turned dark blue in the night, as someone carried me inside, more than half asleep. We had a week before our furniture would appear, so we spent the first night with duffel bag pillows, and wood floor mattresses. The next morning, women from our new church somehow knew just what we needed; they brought us real mattresses, pillows, breakfast, and anything else we could think of. I can’t imagine lasting another night on the hard wood, even with my young body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Culture Shock…&lt;br /&gt;The people there were strikingly different than Utahans; fast paced, always with somewhere to go. I had to run to keep up with my mom, in the strong current of downtown New York’s bustling sidewalks. People spoke loudly, and paid no attention to what others thought. In the city, I saw sidewalk artists, musicians, and vendors, pedaling shiny trinkets, and yelling out to the world exactly why everyone needed to buy their particular merchandise. I saw People like I’d never seen before, with clothes and hairstyles new to me, especially at school. Everyone in my family was in school except my little sister Hannah, two years away from kindergarten. She went to a full time day care, which seemed a little sketchy in New York… but what else could we do? I attended day care with her, until I started kindergarten. One morning while my mom did Hannah’s hair for daycare, Hannah asked “Why can’t I have little pony tails all over my head, like Shaquille in my class?” The children in school spoke in different ways than I knew from home, but deep down, as kids, we related not through words, but simpler things. We all knew the same basic games, and got along just fine. My older siblings, like extra parents, were old enough to help watch us, make dinner, and tidy up the house (somewhat, being high-schoolers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping Busy…&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in the firehouse for a year, before we found a new place in Scarsdale, just outside the city. But during a transition period that summer, we had to move out of the firehouse, and couldn’t move into our Scarsdale house, so we stayed in the Hampton Inn, which was the most exciting thing I could imagine doing at that time. Two months of swimming in a pool everyday, our beds made by someone else, and little strawberry candies left on the pillows, like a reward for messing up the beds. I became friends with all the staff, who gave Hannah and me, freshly baked chocolate-chip cookies in the evenings, warm and melty in our hands. But after a couple weeks, swimming in the pool didn’t seem so fun, and kids’ shows were a rarity on TV. Then my mom brought home a project we could all work on during the day to keep busy: a doll house kit. But not some plastic Barbie dream home. No, this was the real McCoy. Just like doll houses you see in museums, or books, where it’s all wood, every miniature piece perfectly carved and painted; even equipped for lighting. Yes, we built a mini mansion, complete with four floors, a deck, and an add-on bathroom and kitchen. The doll house really belonged to me and my little sister, but it kept my older brothers busy painting little wooden pieces, and carefully gluing them into place. We even got a miniature piano that would play Für Elise when wound. Hannah and I, so eager for it’s finish, couldn’t wait to start playing in it. Oddly, we refused to play with the actual human dolls, instead choosing to play with our animal figures, as people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure Magic…&lt;br /&gt;After the summer in the hotel, we moved to the verdant suburbs of Scarsdale. There I saw a display of the night that has stayed with and stands out to me, even after all these years: the sight of fireflies. On humid summer nights, they would come drifting out of nowhere, slowly blinking a yellow-green radiance in the twilight. Unlike any other bug I’d seen before; they did not flit and dart in startling patterns, crashing in to anyone or anything, but gently coasted through the air, a glowing mist. If you tried to catch one, it would speed up, just enough to evade your outstretched hand, but after a few tries, I nabbed one, and peeked at it through the hole I made with my thumb, in my small clenched fist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Road Again…&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew it, the time to drive back to Salt Lake City came, my mother’s two years of school completed. This time, we drove the moving truck back ourselves. I remember sitting with Hannah, making faces and elaborate hand signals to the other semi-truck drivers. We thought we had what qualified us as real truckers, and acted like it too. The men driving the semi-trucks smiled at us and honked their thunderous horns in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Have Landed…&lt;br /&gt;Being back in Utah was strange at first. We moved into our old house, with our old friends and neighbors right there to welcome us back. This made it seem like we hadn’t even left; I caught up with my friends in about 5 minutes, and started playing our same games, as if nothing had changed. My slight New York accent faded, and I started second grade. But New York has always stayed with me, even if I don’t show it. I can smell the subway’s distinct smell, picture the constellations on the ceiling of Grand Central, and see the boats on the Hudson River. I learned about another whole culture and I am determined to never let this part of my life slip away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-9099443963050961902?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/9099443963050961902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=9099443963050961902&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/9099443963050961902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/9099443963050961902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-break-is-over-for-this-blog.html' title='summer break is over, for this blog'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-68552707945192066</id><published>2009-04-13T13:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:31:09.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>moms say the darndest things</title><content type='html'>here are some of my all time favorite quotes from my mom. keep in mind, these weren't necessarily on purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"for crapping out loud!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"listen to my eyes! look into my ears!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*we're at the mall, and she tries to get my attention by saying 'HEY!' and 'HELLO!' at the same time, so it just comes out "HELL!!!.......O!" (she's pointing at my face, thank-you-very-much) *me and Hannah gasp*, 'you swore!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*she looks at the back yard* there is diarrhea everywhere!!! *me and Hannah 'whoa tmi, you didn't have to say that, you could've just told tom to pick it up'  *her scowling* "these are just words because I'm upset by it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Caroline you're going to have to turn your music down, because some people have to use the bathroom"- ha ha let me explain about that one, lol she concentrating on telling Hannah to go to bed, going to take Maggie outside to do her business, and they came out together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-68552707945192066?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/68552707945192066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=68552707945192066&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/68552707945192066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/68552707945192066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2009/04/moms-say-darndest-things.html' title='moms say the darndest things'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-6422240593207170144</id><published>2009-03-26T15:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T16:22:25.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>in too deep</title><content type='html'>so my friend Heidi, (this is like beginning of January) smiled at this boy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ranjit&lt;/span&gt; (Tibetan boy, just came over from India, 18 years old, doesn't speak very good English, or understand it that well, for that matter. pretty sweet though, really awkward to be around. but he has good intentions), in the hall one time, then he found out what all her classes were, and gave her this valentine, and it was like "my heart is full of love for you ever since i first saw you" and "i love you" and "i love you for who you are" and "you're the most beautiful girl in the world". and attached, there was a really cool black and white yarn bracelet that he got in India. and it smelled like cologne, not that that's really relevant, but whatever. then i told her "if you accept it, you're probably agreeing go marry him ,in his country" and she just laughed, and blew it off. but it turns out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;....................&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i was right.....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha ha well not quite marriage, but it means they're like major going out. like pinned, going steady, whatever. and they hardly know each other. but we just found this out today, and it's been since what? Valentine's day? Feb 14? like a month and a half!? so he calls her all day, from any phone with in his reach, and he's wondering if she's mad at him, cause she's sorta avoiding him. not cause she's mad, but because it's so awkward to be around him! so he was all worried, and we now know what his deal was. now the only problem is to figure out how to.... deal... with this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;appropriately&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-6422240593207170144?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/6422240593207170144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=6422240593207170144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/6422240593207170144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/6422240593207170144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-too-deep.html' title='in too deep'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-4018938842062794943</id><published>2009-03-06T18:45:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T21:01:09.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 random lists</title><content type='html'>top three celebrities that I'd run away with, in order of hottness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taylor Lautner (tied with #2 actually)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;William Moseley&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rob Pattinson (...maybe... it depends)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;funny slang terms&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vomitose&lt;/strong&gt;- means something is so gross you vomit until you are in a comatose state &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dejabrew&lt;/strong&gt;- much like deja vu, dejabrew is when you start to remember things you did last night while drinking an excessive amount of beer. (not that i use that one, it just makes me laugh)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAF&lt;/strong&gt;- wife acceptance factor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL theory&lt;/strong&gt;- he theory that the Internet phrase lol,meaning "laugh out loud", can be placed at any part in any sentence and make said sentence lose all credibility and seriousness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;carcolepsy&lt;/strong&gt;- a condition affecting people who fall asleep as soon as the car starts moving (lol i seriously have this one)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prostiboots&lt;/strong&gt;- boots that are leather, highheeled, and thigh high just like ones found on a prostitute&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bale out&lt;/strong&gt;- when someone's stress level explodes to an epic proportion and a 5-minute f-bomb-laden tirade is unleashed on the unlucky soul who was in the wrong place at the wrong time -- much like Christian Bale on the T4 set.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby Goggles&lt;/strong&gt;- A phenomenon where the parents of an ugly baby think their baby is adorable and no one else does. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kthxbi!!-&lt;/strong&gt;k, thanks, bye&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kitchenheimer-&lt;/strong&gt; When you're in the kitchen going around in circles because you can't remember what you were doing there&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;overchicked-&lt;/strong&gt; When a not-so-good-looking guy lands a chick that's way more attractive than he is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;acidemic bulimia-&lt;/strong&gt; The process of learning or memorizing by rote, subsequently followed by the regurgitation of that knowledge onto an exam answer sheet. Just as with the serious eating disorder, this form of bulimia results in no real retention of substance. (hello, everything i learn in school)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;designated texter&lt;/strong&gt;- a passenger who reads and replies to any and all text messages received on the drivers phone, thus allowing the driver to focus on the road and not hit anything or get pulled over for reckless driving. (this is what i use while driving, if there is a passenger)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;requestion-&lt;/strong&gt; requesting something indirectly by way of a question note: this is distinguished from a regular question because the answer is usually obvious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"are those peanut m&amp;amp;m's?" (requestion) "yes, would you like some?" "yeah" &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;manicorn-&lt;/strong&gt; a mythical male creature who is successful (pursuing his passion and can pay his electric bills/rent), funny, chivalrous, masculine (not chauvinistic), adventurous, artistic (not suicidal). aka the perfect man&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-4018938842062794943?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/4018938842062794943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=4018938842062794943&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/4018938842062794943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/4018938842062794943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2009/03/2-random-lists.html' title='2 random lists'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-7394411232436466395</id><published>2009-03-04T17:49:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T18:26:19.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things i hate or am annoyed with</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;just now? playing ski free and not being able to avoid the abominable snowman!!! no matter what!!! stupid ending!!!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting home from school, and there's not really any good snack food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DRM-locked media (for those of you who don't know what that means, it's why you can't use itunes music on any other computer, but the one you download it on basically CURSE YOU iTUNES)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;adults using slang wrong (although it CAN be highly entertaining given the situation. like telling tom random phrases, but not what it means, so he goes around using them. our next project: I'd tap that. jk lol it's almost too cruel)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;slow computers, enough said&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;people reading over my shoulder when I'm on the computer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when you say a crazy idea totally joking, then everyone around you thinks it's actually a good idea and forces you to do it (don't ask)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;boys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the song "hey mickey you're so fine..."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;songs sung by men, using really really REALLY high falsetto voice (s) yes I'm talking to YOU "staying alive", and "i shot the sheriff"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-7394411232436466395?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/7394411232436466395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=7394411232436466395&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/7394411232436466395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/7394411232436466395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2009/03/10-things-i-hate-or-am-annoyed-with.html' title='10 things i hate or am annoyed with'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-2929524622811633394</id><published>2009-01-27T15:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T15:54:56.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>que sera sera</title><content type='html'>QUE SERA SERA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you don't know what it means, look it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find myself having a hard time typing, but very content. life is good :P eventhough it's cold enough outside to freeze the balls off a brass monkey (that doesn't come from what you think it does, so i feel fine saying it. it comes from something in a ship they used to hold cannon balls in). i wore a dress to school today, against my better judgment (do i even HAVE any??) and seriously froze solid walking to abs grandma's house. i've been indoors for about an hour now though, and still my hands are not thawed out... so ty[ing is really hard... as you can see. i have the best dress ever to wear to the basketball game. yup that right i'm wearing a dress to the basketball game. it's the 'outclass highland' (out biggest rival) game, where everyone from east wears ghetto fancy stuff, and everyone at highland dresses to 'freak east'... it can get pretty scary... their colors are black and white, and they go ALL OUT with the facepaint... but i'm exctied. i barrowed a ghetto dress from the dance costume room, a ballet dress. it's going to be awesome :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's whta 'freak east' looks like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SX-QmlLpFDI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Fv-iV5RFu8M/s1600-h/frek_east3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SX-QmlLpFDI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Fv-iV5RFu8M/s400/frek_east3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296110679301362738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SX-QmUM6uDI/AAAAAAAAAQw/j3b7UCfjLAE/s1600-h/freak_east2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SX-QmUM6uDI/AAAAAAAAAQw/j3b7UCfjLAE/s400/freak_east2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296110674743310386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/2929524622811633394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/2929524622811633394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2009/01/que-sera-sera.html' title='que sera sera'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SX-QmlLpFDI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Fv-iV5RFu8M/s72-c/frek_east3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-1801432330029594921</id><published>2009-01-12T17:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T17:26:36.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>snake game :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.planetvids.com/adotube//player/APL.swf" width="496" height="372" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" quality="high" allowFullScreen="true" flashvars="autoStart=0&amp;avid=883elcmefxvz&amp;csname=Planetvids%2Ecom"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; or if that doesn't work: http://www.planetvids.com/nerdy-videos/5859/Snake-Game-Played-On-Windows/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-1801432330029594921?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-2395684962012235418</id><published>2009-01-08T15:12:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T11:06:54.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>did you know</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Chewing gum takes seven years to pass through your digestive system. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____ True ____ False _____ Only Juicy Fruit &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER: False. The gum component itself is pretty indigestible, but will "pass" in a mass and will not stick your insides together, either. This one probably got going when exasperated parents tired of buying more gum after half an hour because their kids had chomped, then swallowed, their allotment. Also, swallowing gum was seen as ignorant and lower class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cracking your knuckles will cause arthritis in later life.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__ True ___ False ____ Maybe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER: False. Depending on your point of view, knuckle-popping sounds disgusting or cool. There is no evidence that cracking your knuckles inflames the joints and leads to arthritis. The cracking causes the bones to pull apart, forming a gas bubble and breaking the adhesive seal in the joint. Crack! About a quarter of the people in the U.S. crack their knuckles and might begin to lose their grip a little. Constant cracking can weaken the fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Staying out in the cold and wind will give you a cold. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___ True ___ False &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER: False. Colds are caused by viruses, with enough variations to give you a choice of 200 versions of a cold (which is why you get them over and over again). Because viruses get into healthy cells, it's difficult to kill them without knocking off the good cells. This is the job of your immune system, which usually clears out cold viruses in a week or two. You can get the virus through inhaling infected air droplets sneezed or coughed by an infected person, or by touching something that an infected person has touched and then transferring the germs to your mouth or nose. You don't get it from cold air, slush, wind, or other wintry conditions. Cold viruses are more active in the winter, and that's why people get more colds in the winter. So what's the best way to ward off this miserable virus? Wash your hands often. take THAT mom!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drinking warm milk puts you to sleep. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___ True ___False ___ ZZZZZZZZZ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER: True. Milk contains a chemical known as tryptophan. However, some foods, such as cheddar, avocados, some imported beers, and bologna or salami, can keep you awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to popular belief, opossums, squirrels, chipmunks, and mice do not carry rabies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todayis david bowie's birthdaty (1947)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word taxi is spelled the same in English, German, French, Swedish and Portuguese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 out of 10 lightning strike victims survive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Europe is the only continent without a desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strongest human bite force ever recorded: 350 pounds. The strongest shark bite force ever recorded: 132 pounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car accidents rise 10% during the first week of daylight savings time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over 10,000 birds a year die from smashing into windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hard working adult sweats up to 4 gallons per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The U.S. Government will not allow portraits of living persons to appear on stamps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flamingos can only eat with their heads upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word 'gymnasium' comes from the Greek word gymnazein which means 'to exercise naked.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-40 degrees Celsius is equal to -40 degrees Fahrenheit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more than 1,000 chemicals in a cup of coffee. Of these, only 26 have been tested, and half caused cancer in rats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over 98 percent of Japanese people are cremated after they die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an average lifetime a person will walk the equivalent of three times around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goats do not have upper front teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One in three male motorists picks their nose while driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person swallows approximately 295 times while eating dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen people are known to have been crushed to death tilting vending machines towards them in the hope of a free can of soda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A full-grown bear can run as fast as a horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok i won't put any more of them. they are jsut so addictive!! what was your favorite one? or the one that suprized you most&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-2395684962012235418?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/2395684962012235418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=2395684962012235418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/2395684962012235418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/2395684962012235418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2009/01/did-you-know.html' title='did you know'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-5791520658448013924</id><published>2009-01-07T15:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:04:19.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gah here we go again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.firstaidmonster.com/images/products/FAM_WRIST_BRACE_B&amp;C_UNIVERSA-8987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 288px;" src="http://www.firstaidmonster.com/images/products/FAM_WRIST_BRACE_B&amp;C_UNIVERSA-8987.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after a month or so of letting my wrist heal, i decide to risk using it again for stunting... bad idea. it never really did heal all the way, but it got to a point where i was sure it wasn't getting any better, so i just decided maybe it would just need to be used again to be fully healed. so  i tried it out yesterday. ya, it started hurting around 5 and got steadily worse till now i'm wearing the brace again. gah! it means i can't play piano, and typing this is taking forever. i really think i just have a weak wrist now, like forever. abbie suggested i see a physical theripist, cause she has a shoulder like that. it would be nice to do that. but i don't think i can be a base anymore for cheer. and i can't be backspot either, cause i'm too short, and that would KILL my wrist *shudder*. the only option left is to either be a flyer, or not stunt at all. *sigh* i love stunting!! i don't want to give it up!! but i know the flyer in my stunt group (she's kinda like sharon, for those of you who know her. ugh) would never give up her position, because she thinks it gives her power over us and makes her in charge. ugh! and she's actually a pretty good base too! it would be so simple if we just switched places! we actually use her as a base soemtimes. i want to go talk to the teacher and ask her what she would think, but i feel like people are going to say to me "oh just go get it looked at again, i'm sure it's nothing. you're faking it." and my flyer will start again with her "oh i have back problems *cough* so i can't really be a bace" BULL!! EVERYONE HAS SEEN YOU BASE MANY TIMES. what should i do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-5791520658448013924?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/5791520658448013924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=5791520658448013924&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/5791520658448013924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/5791520658448013924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2009/01/gah-here-we-go-again.html' title='gah here we go again'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-4250805442169600544</id><published>2009-01-06T18:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:29:41.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so, ok idk what to title this yet, cause i don't even know what i'm going to write about!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;what I'm listening to right now:&lt;/strong&gt; 'love fool' by the cardigans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song I'm going to listen to next:&lt;/strong&gt; 'grace Kelly' by Mika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;things I'm wondering right now:&lt;/strong&gt; who is grace Kelly anyway? is there any man in the world who's voice is higher than Mika's? what is he? a 1st soprano? why is my AP world history teacher's mouth so big?? seriously! i saw him yawn, and i think he must be related to Kirby... scary... and what the heck does julyed mean?? Emily you are weird!! how is that Mexican???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;things I'm dreading&lt;/strong&gt;: tomorrow. it's a b day. ugh i hate them. AP world history sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;books I'm reading:&lt;/strong&gt; a curse as dark as gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;songs I'm going to learn on the piano:&lt;/strong&gt; 'landed' by Ben folds 'mad world' by gray jules, i already mastered Bella's lullaby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;random words I'm going to use on conversation some time, i swear&lt;/strong&gt; verisimilitude... that's all. gah i'm so bored. what am i doing this for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-4250805442169600544?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/4250805442169600544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=4250805442169600544&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/4250805442169600544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/4250805442169600544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-ok-idk-what-to-title-this-yet-cause.html' title='so, ok idk what to title this yet, cause i don&apos;t even know what i&apos;m going to write about!'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-29993415837401462</id><published>2009-01-05T17:02:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:14:14.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>abbie's back from india!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SWKhpJSILaI/AAAAAAAAAPs/B1Pgz2kcZy4/s1600-h/taj+mahal.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SWKhpJSILaI/AAAAAAAAAPs/B1Pgz2kcZy4/s400/taj+mahal.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287966640725044642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm SO jealous!! she had a blast though. but talk about jet lag! anyway she says the guys there are totally hot haha and that they would love me because i have red hair. they love different hair colors and everyone wants to be paler. they actually have this lotion stuff that is supposed to make you paler. what is it? SPF 1000000? anywho i SO want to go there now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-29993415837401462?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/29993415837401462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=29993415837401462&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/29993415837401462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/29993415837401462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2009/01/abbies-back-from-india.html' title='abbie&apos;s back from india!!'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SWKhpJSILaI/AAAAAAAAAPs/B1Pgz2kcZy4/s72-c/taj+mahal.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-6754169319729872173</id><published>2008-12-26T21:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T22:54:18.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wishfull thinking *sigh*</title><content type='html'>-buy a concert grand steinway piano, (probably even more expensive than the one i played today at riverton, for $20,000 *sigh* it was the most amazing thing ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spamula.net/blog/i01/steinway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.spamula.net/blog/i01/steinway.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-get horses and a stable, with stable hands (hey i like horses, but i don't want to be the one picking up the poop, and hey if i'm rich it's all good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.libbyfergusonhorsetraining.com/images/photos/insidebarnnorthdoor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 716px; height: 551px;" src="http://www.libbyfergusonhorsetraining.com/images/photos/insidebarnnorthdoor.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BEACH HOUSE in the keys, yes :D that would be so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.worldwidevacationspots.com/content_images/beach%20house1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 635px; height: 450px;" src="http://www.worldwidevacationspots.com/content_images/beach%20house1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-get an austin martin vanquish, you know i've always been in favor of the black ones, but this white one is pretty hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y154/jfyffe/raidmyspace/layouts/cars/aston_martin_vanquish_s/aston_martin_vanquish_s_bg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y154/jfyffe/raidmyspace/layouts/cars/aston_martin_vanquish_s/aston_martin_vanquish_s_bg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm the pictures are a tid messed up.. and i'm too lazy to fix it, if you want to see the rest of the picture, right click on it and open it in a new tab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-6754169319729872173?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/6754169319729872173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=6754169319729872173&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/6754169319729872173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/6754169319729872173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/12/wishfull-thinking-sigh.html' title='wishfull thinking *sigh*'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-5462810766585457026</id><published>2008-12-24T16:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T16:55:21.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>omg, i'm in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SVLJmqCtSdI/AAAAAAAAAPM/y6rJ_36TJ7E/s1600-h/herstyler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SVLJmqCtSdI/AAAAAAAAAPM/y6rJ_36TJ7E/s400/herstyler.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283506978816870866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in fashion place mall shopping for Christmas, when we were all tired and almost done, just getting to the hall where the exit was, when i was stopped by a woman selling hair curlers and straighteners, and she wanted to try out her product on my hair (perfect for her, long and pin straight, it would be easy to curl, but i had my doubts). Mom was at the end of her rope and said no thanks though, and we walked on, but after some begging, i got her to let me go back and try it (you have FIVE MINUETS) (i absolutely LOVE it when ppl touch my hair, it's heavenly. i seriously used to have trouble staying awake getting my haircut when i was younger, i got so comfortable) the woman asked me if i ever curl my hair and i said i tried, but it never stays in, but she was confident this would work. and lo and behold it did!! It took the shortest time imaginable, and instantly i was hooked!! even that night i dreamed about it lol, i dreamed i had one and when i woke up the next morning i was sure i HAD to have it. so wel looked on ebay (i wasn't the only one who wanted it) and we got one and it came today! (we got the pink one :P there is a full spectrum of colors) i'm so excited to try it you have no idea. anyway, my older sister emily was in the mall in laton by her new house, when she saw it too, and had her hair curled. she is just as hooked as me! it's crazy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-5462810766585457026?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/5462810766585457026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=5462810766585457026&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/5462810766585457026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/5462810766585457026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/12/omg-im-in-love.html' title='omg, i&apos;m in love'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SVLJmqCtSdI/AAAAAAAAAPM/y6rJ_36TJ7E/s72-c/herstyler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-3532181213829994983</id><published>2008-12-22T11:55:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T12:23:15.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uh-oh, what have we done....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SU_nkkPQrBI/AAAAAAAAAPE/oHIG_wmKpr0/s1600-h/water+candle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SU_nkkPQrBI/AAAAAAAAAPE/oHIG_wmKpr0/s400/water+candle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282695503317871634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well in church yesterday it was me, mom, ham, and Hannah sitting there, and when we were singing, me soprano, Hannah alto and ham somewhere between baritone and bass, my mom though it was really good or something... so she was like 'when we get home I'd like to pull out that song again (angels we have heard on high)and sing it again'. uh-oh.... then we sang 'silent night' and mom started digging through the music for....you guessed it...'candle light carol'.... she couldn't find it anywhere though, and consented to order six new copies online, hoping to rope Emily and rj back into it. mom was full on crying when we were singing, and tom just didn't care. he wouldn't sing with though. too bad. well he only sings in the shower (funniest thing ever, but that's another story). so when we were delivering homemade backed goods to our friends and neighbors in the 'hood, mom had me and Hannah sing a carol for them. she was all like "guess what we just found today!! hahaha" like she's never heard me sing before *rolls eyes* anyway it's not THAT good. it's not like we're the next Osmond's or whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-3532181213829994983?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/3532181213829994983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=3532181213829994983&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/3532181213829994983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/3532181213829994983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/12/uh-oh-what-have-we-done.html' title='uh-oh, what have we done....'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SU_nkkPQrBI/AAAAAAAAAPE/oHIG_wmKpr0/s72-c/water+candle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-7385760817701174723</id><published>2008-12-17T15:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T15:28:12.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>funny story</title><content type='html'>we had secret sisters to get presents for in cheer, and we gave our gifts to each other today. and we had a party. mmmmm it was delicious. people brought waffle makers and griddles for pancakes, and whip cream and chocolate chips and juice and chocolate mild and it was so good!! the best breakfast ever. so back to the presents. when it was jessica's turn to give her gift, she brought out a hot pink victiria's secret bag, and handed it to her secret sister, and right at that moment matt jolley walked in to give the teacher a note. everyone started laughing really hard, and at first he wasn't sure what we were laughing at, then he saw the bag and he was like uh.... and started edging towards the door. everyone was like 'OPEN IT!' so she did and pulled out a lacey pink thong and matt jolley was like "uh i gotta go!" and he ran out. then he had to come back to collect the food donations, and he was all cautious to come in. he inched in untill someone assured him there was nothing else like the thong, so he relaxed. it was funny though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-7385760817701174723?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/7385760817701174723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=7385760817701174723&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/7385760817701174723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/7385760817701174723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/12/funny-story.html' title='funny story'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-8800301620484696740</id><published>2008-12-11T20:00:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:26:21.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>epic conversations with my piano teacher</title><content type='html'>me and hannah usually split an hour and a half chunk of private lessons with our piano teacher, megan (amazing!)but this week it was just me, so i had a looong lesson, and we spent alot of it talking about really really random stuff. the likes of which i have never had a conversation about before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we talked about the office (she gave me a detailed sinopsis of last week's show. i mean DETAILED)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we talked about how i had the music for the office theme, and other random themes like that and how everyone loves stuff like that and we started talking about video games, like zelda (*siiiigh*) and mario&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then while we were talking about that she brought me a peice of her mom's home made (still warm *drool*) bread with honey. it was to DIE FOR. then i said something about how at  least it's healthy AND delicious. and i started telling her what my staple foods would be if nutrition wasn't an issue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and those foods would be cheese and top ramen (any flavor but shrimp *shudder*) ya totally random. then she was like i know!@! isn't ramen the best!? i know they say it has no nutritiional value but i refuse to believe it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we must be kindred spirits!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya, we talked about top ramen for seriously 20 min or something. then i noticed how ridiclious it was when we both started breaking the step by step process of how we each prepair it and the top ram vs. cup of noodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was seriously epic though.... and seriously getting out of hand....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder about my sanity now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can just see myself seeing a head shrink "doctor i have an obsessive problem with top ramen" or sitting in a circle with people "hi i'm caroline and i have a problem with ramen" "hi caroline"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also when i told tom about the epic conversations i had with megan, he got all mad at me, for using the word 'epic'. i was like &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c:i had some epic conversations with megan to--&lt;br /&gt;t:do you even know what epic means&lt;br /&gt;c:yes, it's a long poem/story like beowulf or the oddesy... anyway *and i proceeded to tell him about eh conversations*&lt;br /&gt;t: you can't use epic like that&lt;br /&gt;c: it's the slang meaning; you know, awesome, legendary kind of&lt;br /&gt;t: *angry silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like that one time a few years ago when i was telling him about some piano music i was playing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c: anyway so this one song is so awesome!&lt;br /&gt;t: i don't use the word 'song' to describe piano music&lt;br /&gt;c:...then what do you say?&lt;br /&gt;t: peice, SONG implies that there are words being sung&lt;br /&gt;c: well, sorry... (jeez! i was like a sixth grader! why so snappy!?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-8800301620484696740?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/8800301620484696740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=8800301620484696740&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/8800301620484696740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/8800301620484696740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/12/epic-conversations-with-my-piano.html' title='epic conversations with my piano teacher'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-1936310483355279479</id><published>2008-12-04T17:11:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T14:59:21.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/STh1Cu84WRI/AAAAAAAAAOw/r-imtSDPxzQ/s1600-h/bad+handwriting+small2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/STh1Cu84WRI/AAAAAAAAAOw/r-imtSDPxzQ/s400/bad+handwriting+small2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276095653288106258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well now that i have tendonitus, i have to wear this really awkward brace on my arm for a week. and it makes it very hard to write or type or play piano. here's what my handwriting looks like now... for those of you who have seen &lt;em&gt;kung fu panda&lt;/em&gt;, "there is now a level zero"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SThzPBd2QUI/AAAAAAAAAOo/kdzKQwz6g0E/s1600-h/bad+handwriting+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 337px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SThzPBd2QUI/AAAAAAAAAOo/kdzKQwz6g0E/s400/bad+handwriting+small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276093665393393986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but believe it or not, that's when it's goood. over here you see when i'm falling asleep while writing. you can see how the pen decides to leave in the middle of the word, at the bottom, then i continue writing after a sec or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/STmhnaTo7aI/AAAAAAAAAO4/l-XDb8CYHGw/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 345px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/STmhnaTo7aI/AAAAAAAAAO4/l-XDb8CYHGw/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276426136889912738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's more writing while asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-1936310483355279479?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/1936310483355279479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=1936310483355279479&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/1936310483355279479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/1936310483355279479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-now-that-i-have-tendonitus-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/STh1Cu84WRI/AAAAAAAAAOw/r-imtSDPxzQ/s72-c/bad+handwriting+small2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-7342185667656636826</id><published>2008-11-19T15:03:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T16:09:36.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff</title><content type='html'>ya so Hannah victimized(?) me so here it is!&lt;br /&gt;WISHES&lt;br /&gt;1. I wish I had better studying habits (i should be doing homework right now, namely my DBQ)&lt;br /&gt;2. I wish those cookies that Emily is making right now were already done, and in my hand&lt;br /&gt;3. I wish i had super powers, like shape shifting, or being able to read minds, or flying, or being able to curl, wave, straighten, dry, etc, my hair in under five min&lt;br /&gt;4. I wish i wasn't the lead singer (if only i COULD sing, too bad I'm out of wishes) in a band, with really cute guys (a band that's actually good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESTINATIONS&lt;br /&gt;1. Seoul&lt;br /&gt;2. Greece&lt;br /&gt;3. Alaska&lt;br /&gt;4. London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAREERS&lt;br /&gt;1. Song writer&lt;br /&gt;2. Musician&lt;br /&gt;3. Cosmetologist&lt;br /&gt;4. Entrepreneur (preferably a bookstore, or salon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VICTIMS&lt;br /&gt;1. anyone&lt;br /&gt;2. who's&lt;br /&gt;3. read&lt;br /&gt;4. this (Hannah basically took all the ppl i know... sadly...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people mag published their list of the sexiest men alive, and i think some of these ppl are a little disappointing... come on! well it's just my opinion, but look at number 12! (there are 16 in all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SSSaP9ZQlZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/g84rFZEs3ec/s1600-h/javier_bardem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SSSaP9ZQlZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/g84rFZEs3ec/s400/javier_bardem.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270507062899545490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how on earth could he beat Robert pattinson who got 13?? he is so gorgeous &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SSSaQOFOyOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rAjw4jBAEfw/s1600-h/robert_pattinson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SSSaQOFOyOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rAjw4jBAEfw/s400/robert_pattinson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270507067378944226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Last year all I was trying to do was get a girlfriend," says Pattinson, 22, Twilight's resident vampire and previously Harry Potter's Quidditch foil, Cedric. "What happened? It's like the face of what is attractive has changed. Girls used to want to see guys take their shirts off. Now it's, 'I want you to bite me.' It's bizarre."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bite ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;OK ya I'm a crazy fool, i have a lot of pics of him, but there are some pictures out there that are absolutely horrible of him, like when he was on the cover or entertainment weekly (UGH totally sick!) but most of them i think are just delirious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to see the rest of the sexiest men alive, see this link: http://www.people.com/people/package/gallery/0,,20237714_20241212_20545195,00.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-7342185667656636826?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/7342185667656636826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=7342185667656636826&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/7342185667656636826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/7342185667656636826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/11/stuff.html' title='stuff'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SSSaP9ZQlZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/g84rFZEs3ec/s72-c/javier_bardem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-3585825753667386360</id><published>2008-11-04T19:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:43:25.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>driver's ed update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SREG3TcGmOI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yYm6nV7RokY/s1600-h/driver%27s+ed+book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SREG3TcGmOI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yYm6nV7RokY/s400/driver%27s+ed+book.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264996986553538786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did my last drive today! now all i have to do is take the final driving exam on Thursday! My teacher says I'm a really good driver, and that I'm definitely ready to take the test. he says I've been ready since the second time I've been driving with him. I have 24.75 hours done so far out of 40, so if i pass my final test on Thursday (which I'm pretty confident that it'll be a breeze) and get the rest of my hours done, i can go get my licence anytime! i'm so excited! but the only bummer is that i have to wait six months before i can drive with anyone else in the car, unless there's a liscenced driver atleast 21 years old in the passenger seat. well i guess six months isn's too bad in the long run, so i'll live through it. wish me luck for thursday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SREG3b48zsI/AAAAAAAAAOI/yMJIkEAcbNw/s1600-h/driver%27s+ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SREG3b48zsI/AAAAAAAAAOI/yMJIkEAcbNw/s400/driver%27s+ed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264996988822015682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-3585825753667386360?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/3585825753667386360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=3585825753667386360&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/3585825753667386360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/3585825753667386360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/11/drivers-ed-update.html' title='driver&apos;s ed update'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SREG3TcGmOI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yYm6nV7RokY/s72-c/driver%27s+ed+book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-8691133341946996240</id><published>2008-10-18T08:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T08:44:00.561-06:00</updated><title type='text'>soooo maggie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SPn1S5fv15I/AAAAAAAAALA/UHSdX1Sd51I/s1600-h/i+miss+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SPn1S5fv15I/AAAAAAAAALA/UHSdX1Sd51I/s400/i+miss+you.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258503744952194962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SPn1TEIE9mI/AAAAAAAAALI/PZKlseY0C_U/s1600-h/%2531%2530%2531%2537%2530%2538%2531%2532%2535%2536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SPn1TEIE9mI/AAAAAAAAALI/PZKlseY0C_U/s400/%2531%2530%2531%2537%2530%2538%2531%2532%2535%2536.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258503747805705826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SPn1ErgavZI/AAAAAAAAAKY/kvtzEnM71UU/s1600-h/maggie4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SPn1ErgavZI/AAAAAAAAAKY/kvtzEnM71UU/s400/maggie4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258503500678741394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SPn1EjncrCI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2qPsNuDYWKY/s1600-h/maggie3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SPn1EjncrCI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2qPsNuDYWKY/s400/maggie3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258503498560744482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SPn1FE_ROiI/AAAAAAAAAKo/oU-l-zV99m0/s1600-h/maggie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SPn1FE_ROiI/AAAAAAAAAKo/oU-l-zV99m0/s400/maggie2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258503507519027746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SPn1FDwEInI/AAAAAAAAAKw/GOzZYoJNIvc/s1600-h/someone+play+with+me!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SPn1FDwEInI/AAAAAAAAAKw/GOzZYoJNIvc/s400/someone+play+with+me!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258503507186819698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SPn1FliykDI/AAAAAAAAAK4/5RyCGYLO23s/s1600-h/chewing+her+bone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SPn1FliykDI/AAAAAAAAAK4/5RyCGYLO23s/s400/chewing+her+bone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258503516257947698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as all dogs are born with their ears down, so was she! when we got her she only had one ear up, but now after a couple weeks of having her they both stand up, i think there are a couple pics up there that have only one ear up though. she's so sweet and soft! and she has all these weird cow licks on her back so her fur's all wavy :) also i took these pics on my cell phone and it is SO hard not to get a blurry one. these pics were the products of a very very long time taking thousands (or so it seems) of pictures, trying to get her to hold the flip still ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-8691133341946996240?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/8691133341946996240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=8691133341946996240&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/8691133341946996240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/8691133341946996240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/10/soooo-maggie.html' title='soooo maggie!'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SPn1S5fv15I/AAAAAAAAALA/UHSdX1Sd51I/s72-c/i+miss+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-1183287108478977879</id><published>2008-10-10T16:57:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T17:10:51.945-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SO_e2zVqQWI/AAAAAAAAAKA/yUXUmxnR7IM/s1600-h/DSCN5286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SO_e2zVqQWI/AAAAAAAAAKA/yUXUmxnR7IM/s400/DSCN5286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255664323240018274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SO_eMwCpHmI/AAAAAAAAAJY/U-iGjIx6lX0/s1600-h/DSCN5283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SO_eMwCpHmI/AAAAAAAAAJY/U-iGjIx6lX0/s400/DSCN5283.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255663600800439906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SO_eNWReQdI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Gta38BcmcFY/s1600-h/DSCN5287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SO_eNWReQdI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Gta38BcmcFY/s400/DSCN5287.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255663611063189970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been almost a week since the dance, but here are some pics finally! thanks to my mom for making me a gorgeous dress! that's my fav color and it goes really good with my hair. so the dance was awesome! but they held it in a room that was waaay too small. it was crowded, and so hot and humid! the room was about i third of the size of the SMALL gym at east. i think they should hold it in the small gym next time! i didn't get actual pictures at the dance (i know i know i should've, but my hair went flat after dancing so...) well sam was so sweet! he brought me a bouqet :D and yes he IS tall. and i'm wearing three inch heels there (although you can't see) he's like six feet tall, and younger than me! (just a few months) not fair!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-1183287108478977879?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/1183287108478977879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=1183287108478977879&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/1183287108478977879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/1183287108478977879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/10/homecoming-finally.html' title='Homecoming finally'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SO_e2zVqQWI/AAAAAAAAAKA/yUXUmxnR7IM/s72-c/DSCN5286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-757244383411019267</id><published>2008-09-23T15:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T16:04:04.061-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Meat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SNlmT9BJ_QI/AAAAAAAAAIE/YBtZBuXtK5U/s1600-h/meat_cereals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SNlmT9BJ_QI/AAAAAAAAAIE/YBtZBuXtK5U/s400/meat_cereals.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249339333659983106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol i just wanted to see what ppl would say to this, and if you can't read what it says under scrapple jacks, just right click on the picture and you can see it larger, or i'll just tell you what it says: "hey! these doesn't taste like scrapple!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also most ppl would probably not know what scrapple is Scrapple is a mush of pork scraps and trimmings combined with cornmeal and flour, often buckwheat flour. The mush is formed into a loaf, and slices of the scrapple are then fried before serving. Scraps of meat left over from butchering, too small to be used or sold elsewhere, were made into scrapple to avoid waste. Scrapple is best known as a regional food of Delaware, South Jersey, Pennsylvania, and Maryland. sounds apatizing right? and just for the fun of it here's what it looks like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SNlnna4xCwI/AAAAAAAAAIM/bHYLthcQVus/s1600-h/800px-Plate_of_scrapple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SNlnna4xCwI/AAAAAAAAAIM/bHYLthcQVus/s400/800px-Plate_of_scrapple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249340767606999810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SNlnnnobbiI/AAAAAAAAAIU/gEkE4xcL-TA/s1600-h/800px-Scrapple_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SNlnnnobbiI/AAAAAAAAAIU/gEkE4xcL-TA/s400/800px-Scrapple_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249340771028135458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-757244383411019267?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/757244383411019267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=757244383411019267&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/757244383411019267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/757244383411019267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/09/dead-meat.html' title='Dead Meat'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SNlmT9BJ_QI/AAAAAAAAAIE/YBtZBuXtK5U/s72-c/meat_cereals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-9199352786886872705</id><published>2008-09-19T20:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T20:10:53.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DANGERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SNRbdnCsC0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/J3MfNTMr3Q8/s1600-h/dangers.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SNRbdnCsC0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/J3MfNTMr3Q8/s400/dangers.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247920030048062274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see?? this is totally worth the time and SAFE too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-9199352786886872705?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/9199352786886872705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=9199352786886872705&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/9199352786886872705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/9199352786886872705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/09/see-this-is-totally-worth-time-and-safe.html' title='DANGERS'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SNRbdnCsC0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/J3MfNTMr3Q8/s72-c/dangers.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-2716856646177810719</id><published>2008-09-19T17:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T17:50:19.142-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a close call</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SNQ5ANB4QFI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Z6MVCsKRd3M/s1600-h/nachos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SNQ5ANB4QFI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Z6MVCsKRd3M/s400/nachos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247882141453795410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks good right? right? of COURSE right!! i bet your mouth is watering right now! (mine would be if it weren't for the fact that i just ate alot of that and it kinda makes me sick to look at) so ya! me abbie and erica went to emogration and got 'tj's grande nachos' and it was delicious! we slowly ate them, cause they really mean grande when they say it! ya so we down to the last few chips, and i'm eating one, when i see a flicker of movement out of the corner of my eye from erica, but disregaurd it as i lift the heavenly chip to my mouth. i'm jsut about to eat it when both erica and abs yell "NO!" at the same time. it turns out that flicker of movement was erica brishing a fly out of the air... directly into my bite of nachos!! unfortuanly they were too late and i ate the fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK!! JK i stopped in time thank heavens. but it was a close call for sure!! i did NOT eat the fly ;) but ALMOST!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-2716856646177810719?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/2716856646177810719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=2716856646177810719&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/2716856646177810719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/2716856646177810719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/09/close-call.html' title='a close call'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SNQ5ANB4QFI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Z6MVCsKRd3M/s72-c/nachos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-9181820039038711474</id><published>2008-09-17T16:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T16:55:06.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my life's too busy!!!</title><content type='html'>so i just got done with little leopards. that's a fund raiser for cheer, where we have a cheer clinic for elementary school age girls and younger. they are so cute!! we taught them a couple cheers, a dance, some kicks and jumps, and they got to do the little cheers and dance they learned at the highland vs. east game on last friday! i couldn't be with the cheerleaders (cool) though cause i was playing in the pep band (dorky. lol it was fun, but i'm one player in the whole band, (playing the elictric piano) and you could only hear me and the crums. and NOT because i was playing too loud! because NO ONE ELSE STINKING PLAYED BASICALLY!!!! what's up with that!? in class i break my fingers playing, jsut trying to hear myself over everyone else in JAZZ BAND ALONE. the pep band is both jazz and concert band (twice the size of jazz band) combined, and no one plays loud enough to be heard!! and i don't play the melody, so you can't even tell what song we're supposed to be playing. plus in the cold weather, brass and wood and basically anything else goes sharp, so it sounded horrible with the electric piano (which is always perfectly in tune). and no one thought to tun halfway through. but enough ragging on the pep band. it was only our first time, and most of the kids havn't taken private lessons or know how to read music anyway so... we played songs like ... the east high school fight songs (yes we have two) louie louie, the hey song, tequilla, another on bites the dust, YMCA. verrrrry cool. *cough*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-9181820039038711474?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/9181820039038711474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=9181820039038711474&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/9181820039038711474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/9181820039038711474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-lifes-too-busy.html' title='my life&apos;s too busy!!!'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-1297306730750256431</id><published>2008-08-30T15:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T16:11:17.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>blogger is being stupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SLnFeV2MJpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/o56VET0QNoQ/s1600-h/true+love.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SLnFeV2MJpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/o56VET0QNoQ/s320/true+love.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240436766473463442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know there's alot i missed, but i really don't feel like typing it all out and talking about it, so if you want to know what has happened in my life sense now and my last post, come talk to me, thanks. but ya, i'm trying to change my blogger background! but it won't work! what's wrong with my blog!?! it WOULD be this template http://www.pyzam.com/bloggertemplates/preview/aqua-green-abstract (go ahead, try the link, and try to imagine it's my blog) it's so cool! but ya... anyway, so i got my first jazz band peices, but they are pep band music. and i play piano. what's up with that!? and isn't that what regular band is for?? my only conclusion is that regular band isn't good enough... so i learned "the hey song" (naaa, na-na HEY!! na-na na-na) and "louie louie" but the songs were beyond easy, and i learned them in like two seconds. i'm not longer worried that i'm not good enought for jazz band. the only problem is that i'm the only piano player, and they need piano for virtually everysong, so i'll be like the hardest working one in the whole jb. oh well, as long as it stays this easy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-1297306730750256431?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/1297306730750256431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=1297306730750256431&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/1297306730750256431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/1297306730750256431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/08/blogger-is-being-stupid.html' title='blogger is being stupid'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SLnFeV2MJpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/o56VET0QNoQ/s72-c/true+love.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-3961397987016649998</id><published>2008-08-15T11:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T11:17:41.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>here</title><content type='html'>song of the day of what i feel like: Sunday Morning by No Doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sappy pathetic little me &lt;br /&gt;That was the girl I used to be &lt;br /&gt;You had me on my knees &lt;br /&gt;I'd trade you places any day &lt;br /&gt;I'd never thought you could be that way &lt;br /&gt;But you looked like me on Sunday&lt;br /&gt;You came in with the breeze &lt;br /&gt;On Sunday Morning &lt;br /&gt;You sure have changed since yesterday &lt;br /&gt;Without any warning &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew you &lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew you &lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew you well... so well &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're trying my shoes on for a change&lt;br /&gt;They look so good but fit so strange &lt;br /&gt;Out of fashion so I can complain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came in with the breeze &lt;br /&gt;On Sunday Morning &lt;br /&gt;You sure have changed since yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Without any warning &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew you &lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew you &lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew you well... so well &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know who I am, but who are you? &lt;br /&gt;You're not looking like you used to &lt;br /&gt;You're on the other side of the mirror &lt;br /&gt;So nothing's looking quite as clear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, for turning on the light &lt;br /&gt;Thank you, now you're the parasite &lt;br /&gt;I didn't think you had it in you &lt;br /&gt;And now, you're looking like I used to! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came in with the breeze &lt;br /&gt;On Sunday Morning &lt;br /&gt;You sure have changed since yesterday &lt;br /&gt;Without any warning &lt;br /&gt;And you want me badly&lt;br /&gt;You cannot have me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew you &lt;br /&gt;I've got a new view &lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew you well...oh well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-3961397987016649998?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/3961397987016649998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=3961397987016649998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/3961397987016649998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/3961397987016649998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/08/heres-what-i_15.html' title='here'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-2585484802041508102</id><published>2008-08-15T11:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T11:17:10.964-06:00</updated><title type='text'>here's what i</title><content type='html'>song of the day of what i feel like: Sunday Morning by No Doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sappy pathetic little me &lt;br /&gt;That was the girl I used to be &lt;br /&gt;You had me on my knees &lt;br /&gt;I'd trade you places any day &lt;br /&gt;I'd never thought you could be that way &lt;br /&gt;But you looked like me on Sunday&lt;br /&gt;You came in with the breeze &lt;br /&gt;On Sunday Morning &lt;br /&gt;You sure have changed since yesterday &lt;br /&gt;Without any warning &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew you &lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew you &lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew you well... so well &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're trying my shoes on for a change&lt;br /&gt;They look so good but fit so strange &lt;br /&gt;Out of fashion so I can complain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came in with the breeze &lt;br /&gt;On Sunday Morning &lt;br /&gt;You sure have changed since yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Without any warning &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew you &lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew you &lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew you well... so well &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know who I am, but who are you? &lt;br /&gt;You're not looking like you used to &lt;br /&gt;You're on the other side of the mirror &lt;br /&gt;So nothing's looking quite as clear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, for turning on the light &lt;br /&gt;Thank you, now you're the parasite &lt;br /&gt;I didn't think you had it in you &lt;br /&gt;And now, you're looking like I used to! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came in with the breeze &lt;br /&gt;On Sunday Morning &lt;br /&gt;You sure have changed since yesterday &lt;br /&gt;Without any warning &lt;br /&gt;And you want me badly&lt;br /&gt;You cannot have me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew you &lt;br /&gt;I've got a new view &lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew you well...oh well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-2585484802041508102?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/2585484802041508102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=2585484802041508102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/2585484802041508102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/2585484802041508102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/08/heres-what-i.html' title='here&apos;s what i'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-5953277887819920091</id><published>2008-08-04T19:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T19:27:09.082-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking dawn and my birthday!</title><content type='html'>so my birthday is coming up!!! ya!! on thursday!! yea!! it's going to be so so fun! (i think) well not my actuaLL birthday, though cause i doubt i'll be doing any thing that special , cause we're so busy, but my mom's being so nice! she's sacrificing a ton, to quickily throw together a simple party on friday, even though this week is so packed, and crazy, but i'm just really really thankful for that. it means alot, especially since i'm turning 16. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS MY FRIEND!! but he's gone! to canada, but not for too long, lol maybe he'll bring me back a pinecone (wait, is that even legeal anymore? *shrug* oh well i don't really mind if he brings me back anything anyway, that just causes trouble, and boy do i know... ugh) ok ya! he better write a long post on his blog when he gets back from his trip with pictures and everything! the whole enchalada!!! and i mean LOOONG! got that?? *imatates his voice* get it, got it, good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****BREAKING DAWN SPOILER****** (WELL NOT REALLY, BUT CLOSE ENOUGH, SO BEWARE!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, the perfect finish!! though i admit as a jacob fan i was not TOTALLY satisfied, cause part of me wanted jacob to steal bella, so she could have a more normal human life with a family snd stuff!! but we all knew that would never happen, and it's not like i HATE edward, i love him!! i just love jacob a HAIR more. so ya, i really want to say more, but..., but!~! i will discuss what i thought of the whole thing in a while after em and rusti have finished atleast. ok? ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-5953277887819920091?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/5953277887819920091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=5953277887819920091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/5953277887819920091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/5953277887819920091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/08/breaking-dawn-and-my-birthday.html' title='Breaking dawn and my birthday!'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-6824525284251286436</id><published>2008-08-02T15:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T15:38:19.615-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BREAKING DAWN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough said&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-6824525284251286436?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/6824525284251286436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=6824525284251286436&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/6824525284251286436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/6824525284251286436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/08/breaking-dawn-enough-said.html' title=''/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-2521253421532467125</id><published>2008-08-01T17:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T16:20:46.065-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More trips galore~!</title><content type='html'>mark and kathy invited us to a john schmidt concert, and i found my life goal. to play piano upsidedown. and i swear i can do it!!! infact i'm going to go try it right now...... yup! i can play twinkle twilkle little star! i'll practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now we went up to the cabin with mark and Kathy (my aunt and uncle)and daniel my cousin. he's two months older than me, and he's realoly fun. He plays the violin really he's funny. he loves animals, and will sit for hours with seeds in his hand, jsut waiting for chipmunks, and wild birds to eat it out of his hand (which they do, he's like snow white). anyway, his grandma and great aunt came over (hildred and diana) and they are so funny! we played some card games with them (we taught them kings but the old ladies kept forgetting what their cards were) and i won like every time. at the end the score board looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dian:1&lt;br /&gt;Kathy:0&lt;br /&gt;Hildred:1&lt;br /&gt;Hannah:3&lt;br /&gt;Caroline:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty sweet. and today, mark took us out shooting! we were using pretty small guns (only 22s) which was good because i've never shot one before. anyway, we started out with a 22 rifle, which was very accurate. it can hit inside a quartar at 50 meters. or something like that lol. anyway then we used a 6 shooter, hand gun, and that was cool. it was harder than the rifel though. but i hit my targets! it was so much fun! i want to do it again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-2521253421532467125?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/2521253421532467125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=2521253421532467125&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/2521253421532467125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/2521253421532467125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-trips-galore.html' title='More trips galore~!'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-2053734163510195243</id><published>2008-07-28T13:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T14:17:21.948-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trip</title><content type='html'>ya it turns out it didn't work to send txts to my blog, but oh well, here are some pics from when we went to the narrows down there. for those of you who don't know what the narrows are, let me tell you. it's a place in the sand stone, where a very small stream has carved a very narrow, about 40-50 feet deep channel, and it's fun to squeeze through it. but let me tell you how small this space is. it's not for claustrophobic ppl. I was wearing a baseball cap, and half the time i couldn't turn my head parallel to the rock because my baseball hat wasn't wide enough to fit. that's how tight it is. but is' so fun! it was awesome. oh and it's kinda dark in there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://attach.walla.com/?w=/@attach.sagi&amp;acode=P9911bodz3!1CA242924C&amp;fid=-1000&amp;id=75141122&amp;aid=1&amp;n=&amp;save=1&amp;filename=%30%37%32%36%30%38%31%36%30%35%61%2E%6A%70%67&amp;wcr=282263&amp;wca=1&amp;wce=282241"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://attach.walla.com/?w=/@attach.sagi&amp;acode=P9911bodz3!1CA242924C&amp;fid=-1000&amp;id=75141122&amp;aid=1&amp;n=&amp;save=1&amp;filename=%30%37%32%36%30%38%31%36%30%35%61%2E%6A%70%67&amp;wcr=282263&amp;wca=1&amp;wce=282241" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://attach.walla.com/?w=/@attach.sagi&amp;acode=P9911bodz3!1CA242924C&amp;fid=-1000&amp;id=75141051&amp;aid=1&amp;n=&amp;save=1&amp;filename=%30%37%32%36%30%38%31%36%33%34%2E%6A%70%67&amp;wcr=705143&amp;wca=1&amp;wce=705121"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://attach.walla.com/?w=/@attach.sagi&amp;acode=P9911bodz3!1CA242924C&amp;fid=-1000&amp;id=75141051&amp;aid=1&amp;n=&amp;save=1&amp;filename=%30%37%32%36%30%38%31%36%33%34%2E%6A%70%67&amp;wcr=705143&amp;wca=1&amp;wce=705121" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://attach.walla.com/?w=/@attach.sagi&amp;acode=P9911bodz3!1CA242924C&amp;fid=-1001&amp;id=75140008&amp;aid=1&amp;n=&amp;save=1&amp;filename=%30%37%32%36%30%38%31%36%30%34%2E%6A%70%67&amp;wcr=554265&amp;wca=1&amp;wce=554243"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://attach.walla.com/?w=/@attach.sagi&amp;acode=P9911bodz3!1CA242924C&amp;fid=-1001&amp;id=75140008&amp;aid=1&amp;n=&amp;save=1&amp;filename=%30%37%32%36%30%38%31%36%30%34%2E%6A%70%67&amp;wcr=554265&amp;wca=1&amp;wce=554243" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://attach.walla.com/?w=/@attach.sagi&amp;acode=P9911bodz3!1CA242924C&amp;fid=-1001&amp;id=75616304&amp;aid=1&amp;n=&amp;save=1&amp;filename=%30%37%32%36%30%38%31%36%30%30%2E%6A%70%67&amp;wcr=964169&amp;wca=1&amp;wce=964147"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://attach.walla.com/?w=/@attach.sagi&amp;acode=P9911bodz3!1CA242924C&amp;fid=-1001&amp;id=75616304&amp;aid=1&amp;n=&amp;save=1&amp;filename=%30%37%32%36%30%38%31%36%30%30%2E%6A%70%67&amp;wcr=964169&amp;wca=1&amp;wce=964147" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://attach.walla.com/?w=/@attach.sagi&amp;acode=P9911bodz3!1CA242924C&amp;fid=-1001&amp;id=75139907&amp;aid=1&amp;n=&amp;save=1&amp;filename=%30%37%32%36%30%38%31%35%35%38%2E%6A%70%67&amp;wcr=159585&amp;wca=1&amp;wce=159563"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://attach.walla.com/?w=/@attach.sagi&amp;acode=P9911bodz3!1CA242924C&amp;fid=-1001&amp;id=75139907&amp;aid=1&amp;n=&amp;save=1&amp;filename=%30%37%32%36%30%38%31%35%35%38%2E%6A%70%67&amp;wcr=159585&amp;wca=1&amp;wce=159563" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://attach.walla.com/?w=/@attach.sagi&amp;acode=P9911bodz3!1CA242924C&amp;fid=-1001&amp;id=75139862&amp;aid=1&amp;n=&amp;save=1&amp;filename=%30%37%32%36%30%38%31%35%35%39%2E%6A%70%67&amp;wcr=226290&amp;wca=1&amp;wce=226268"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://attach.walla.com/?w=/@attach.sagi&amp;acode=P9911bodz3!1CA242924C&amp;fid=-1001&amp;id=75139862&amp;aid=1&amp;n=&amp;save=1&amp;filename=%30%37%32%36%30%38%31%35%35%39%2E%6A%70%67&amp;wcr=226290&amp;wca=1&amp;wce=226268" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://attach.walla.com/?w=/@attach.sagi&amp;acode=P9911bodz3!1CA242924C&amp;fid=-1001&amp;id=75139674&amp;aid=1&amp;n=&amp;save=1&amp;filename=%30%37%32%36%30%38%31%36%31%31%2E%6A%70%67&amp;wcr=191800&amp;wca=1&amp;wce=191778"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://attach.walla.com/?w=/@attach.sagi&amp;acode=P9911bodz3!1CA242924C&amp;fid=-1001&amp;id=75139674&amp;aid=1&amp;n=&amp;save=1&amp;filename=%30%37%32%36%30%38%31%36%31%31%2E%6A%70%67&amp;wcr=191800&amp;wca=1&amp;wce=191778" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so hot though!! so ya, that was one day's adventure, then the next day we went for a bikeride in a place called snow canyon (???? it never even snows there for pete's sake!!) and it was way hot, but the best part was when i got heat exhaustion. ugh. ya i didn't have any water before we left, (but we did bring alot of water) and the over 100 degree weather just got to me, and i felt way sick, but after i had some water i felt better. but that's not all, when we were riding back, i was in front, and ty, my step brother, was right behind me, but i didn't know this, and i turned off the path to go to the car, but ty wasn't turning, so we kinda colided, and got a little road rash on my knee, but it's all good. here's what so-called snow canyon looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://attach.walla.com/?w=/@attach.sagi&amp;acode=P9911bodz3!1CA242924C&amp;fid=-1001&amp;id=75616484&amp;aid=1&amp;n=&amp;save=1&amp;filename=%30%37%32%37%30%38%31%34%32%31%2E%6A%70%67&amp;wcr=368403&amp;wca=1&amp;wce=368381"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://attach.walla.com/?w=/@attach.sagi&amp;acode=P9911bodz3!1CA242924C&amp;fid=-1001&amp;id=75616484&amp;aid=1&amp;n=&amp;save=1&amp;filename=%30%37%32%37%30%38%31%34%32%31%2E%6A%70%67&amp;wcr=368403&amp;wca=1&amp;wce=368381" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and me met the halo guy, or rather, we found a his helmat, and put it on ham...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://attach.walla.com/?w=/@attach.sagi&amp;acode=P9911bodz3!1CA242924C&amp;fid=-1001&amp;id=75617513&amp;aid=1&amp;n=&amp;save=1&amp;filename=%30%37%32%36%30%38%31%34%34%33%2E%6A%70%67&amp;wcr=720570&amp;wca=1&amp;wce=720548"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://attach.walla.com/?w=/@attach.sagi&amp;acode=P9911bodz3!1CA242924C&amp;fid=-1001&amp;id=75617513&amp;aid=1&amp;n=&amp;save=1&amp;filename=%30%37%32%36%30%38%31%34%34%33%2E%6A%70%67&amp;wcr=720570&amp;wca=1&amp;wce=720548" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-2053734163510195243?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/2053734163510195243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=2053734163510195243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/2053734163510195243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/2053734163510195243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/07/trip.html' title='The Trip'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-3968033650747824607</id><published>2008-07-23T17:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:25:47.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going To St. George</title><content type='html'>yup, that's where i'm going tomorrow, with my dad, and my new step mom, valarie, and my new step brother (he's pretty cool, he's 12), and ham, and hammah. ugh put all that with a 7 hour car ride and BAM you get cranky ppl. sepecially ham. that is not going to be very fun with him...oh well. but if all goes according to plan, i can doccument my trip on my blog, through my cell phone. atlease i think i can. i think i figured out how to txt my blog, and it will post it. and i think i can send pics too. so we'll see. but they won't be that big probably, but oh well. but who knows? it might not even work! and seriously ppl, i expect you to be txting me! i'll be bored out of my mind. thank heavens for books, and cha cha and music. i jsut hope my phone will last me that long. and i can't find greg anywhere!!!! :'-(!!!!! (greg is my ipod nano) i need greg for music! cause my phone won't last that long with all the txting i expect to be doing. so if anyone knows where greg is, tell me!! I'M WORRIED SICK! (i sound like mom, don't i, oh well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SIfMux18wdI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ry2XkIFd7Vs/s1600-h/lost+greg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SIfMux18wdI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ry2XkIFd7Vs/s400/lost+greg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226370996612415954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and this is totally not fair!!!!!! so you know how i got a new computer right?&lt;br /&gt;well one of my computer whiz brothers, rj, was going to pull all our files from the old computer and put it on the new, so he pulled off all my mom's stuff, tom's stuff, and most of hannah's stuff, before his two year old son dripped his sippy cup on the keyboard and shroted it out. UGH!! what did i do wrong to deserve this??? so now what? are all my files and pics just lost??? and i just strat from stratch!?? UGH how stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-3968033650747824607?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/3968033650747824607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=3968033650747824607&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/3968033650747824607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/3968033650747824607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/07/going-to-st-george.html' title='Going To St. George'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SIfMux18wdI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ry2XkIFd7Vs/s72-c/lost+greg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-1881983466698779361</id><published>2008-07-21T13:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T14:36:00.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="resdiv"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="0" style="border: 1px solid black; background: white;" width="375"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caroline --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;[noun]:&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A human transformer (Robot in disguise)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="15"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz_83.html"&gt;'How will you be defined in the dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya, that's what my name means i guess. haha my friend nghia got "a person who falls into an outhouse and dies". hahahahahaha ahh that was a good laugh. hee hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok moving on. so hannah got a new elictric scooter. but she doesn't have a charger. so she's going to buy one from radio shack. but then i get to use it whenever i want. it's going to awesome. well as awsome as it can get... i can jsut see myself riding it up a hil, and it going slower and slower, till it dies, and i roll backward to my icky death, where i smash into goo, after i hit som big object. ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so bored, that i don't even know what to write, yet i'm still typing nonsence.... ok i'll be quiet now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-1881983466698779361?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/1881983466698779361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=1881983466698779361&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/1881983466698779361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/1881983466698779361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/07/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-8230006627106570814</id><published>2008-07-19T16:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T17:21:49.519-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ok i'm back, nobody panic</title><content type='html'>so the old computer died finally!! i'm so happy. because now we got a new one!! but i'll come back to that in a min. first girls camp:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went up a day early, and it was up in the mountians and it was a blast!! i was a YCL (youth camp leader) which was more work, but alot more fun then just going as a regular camper like i did last time, two years ago. but my ward is just full of trouble makers. we got in "trouble" atleast once every night. the first night, we got in trouble for having a fire, but then we explained that therewas no wood in it, so it was ok. it was charcoal. or whatever. anyway then the second night, we didn't seal our food enough appearently because raccoons came and ate alot of our food, then the next night, we put a dead/stuffed raccoon in the bathroom, and we watched the girls just come running out screaming "there's a RACCOON IN THERE!!!" and one girls was like "I JUST WALKED IN ON A RACCOON!!" and we were like "was it moving??" and she was like "YA!!" lol good times. then we found out the next morning that a girl had been stuck in the bathroom for two hours literally, standing on the toilet, till someone came and rescued her. but don't worry! it wasn't our raccoon that scared her, because she was in the men's bathroom, and we put ours in the womens (sence there were no boys at the camp, it just saved time to use both bathrooms *shrug*). she said that she saw three raccoons, and that they kept coming in and out, and one had a marshmallow in it's mouth (or rabies...). so anyway she did get saved, at about three in the morning. poor girl. then the next night, around midnight, we took glow sticks and went out terrorizing the other campers in tents, and we broke the glow sticks and got the glowing stuff everwhere, on tents, ourselves, pretty much everything, because it doesn't stain anything really....or so we thought. cause in the morning we found out it totally stained someone's tent...a leader's tent, an adult. lol not good. but it was ok, it was an old tent. and we had a silly string fight one night and made a mess. yes B1 is a very mischeivious. anyway we had a really fun day, or a hike then canoeing at the lake, and racing. and it was so awesome watching all the adults get in a canoe, some in their clothes, then going about a yard before the whole thing capsizes. it was like the best moment of my life. but it was kinda scary when we pick up our canoe and there's a snake coiled up under it. but it was just a harmless water snake, and later me and another girl caught it and held it for a while. ugh and this girl there is so cruel!!! she looks for butterflies, jsut to kill them!!! HARMLESS BUTTERFLIES!!! so i tried to stop her, but she's so mean! there was one with a hurt wing that one girl was protecting, but carly wanted to kill it, so she threw a handfull of rocks at it and killed it!! why would she do that! what kind of person does that!! seriously!!! ugh i don;t like this girl at all. ugh it makes me mad just thinking about it. &lt;br /&gt;           ok so ya, after five days of roughing it, i finally arive home, around noon today, and the first thing hannah says to me is "go run downstairs! it's so different!" and i'm like "what? what are you talking about" then she's like "just RUN!" and i'm thinking "ya right there's no way i'm running, i just got back from camping, i'm carrying all my junk, and i'm hot and dirty" so i trudge down there, and to my suprize, there's a new computer with a 24" monitor!! it's so awesome!!! i love it so much! i'm already thinking of names for it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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It continued for weeks and months and more weeks about how awsome these "vampire books" were; and how much i absolutely had to read them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would start to tell me about a certain part and then stop all of 3 words into the story because she didnt want to ruin the book for me (mind you i had zero intention of reading some love book as i am an avid Tom Clancy fan and my more action oriented books were alot more appealing to me.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go to the theatre one night and the opening line of the trailer which is "How long have you been 17?" and my girl absolutely flips out. im talking falling out of the chair. That night she tells me (aka forces) im going to read these book and shows up to class the next day and shoved it into my hands. Being that we didnt have another class together i was basically forced to take it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i finally make it home and reluctantly sit down open the book and started reading...and reading and reading and reading and reading... In the next 2 hours i read 300 pages.. which i have done for every book since then (yes i have read New moon and Eclipse). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i loved them , and i actually did understand the infatuation with Edward (as absoultely awfully weird as that sounds coming from me, a guy) and yes, i despise Jacob with a passion. The plus side to all this is that i only have to wait less than a month till Breaking Dawn comes out. I've got a bet going with my girlfriend that i will finish the book first... of course, shes going to cheat and take the next 2 days off from work just to read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I'm a guy ive read all of the twilight books (including the midnight sun first chapter on Stephenie Meyer's website) and i love the books."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sound familiar or similiar to anyone? ;) i'm sure it does. there's a whole website called "twilight guy: a guy's attempt to read twilight" that's where i got that clip. i thought it was really funny. now, all i have to do is get a certain guy to read new moon ;) i will, somehow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-5836359630513122083?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 114px; background: #770022;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/seven_deadly_sins.html" target="_top"&gt;Seven Deadly Sins Quiz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/"&gt;4degreez.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-6450542848726806232?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-1631520002262833451</id><published>2008-07-08T12:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T12:48:51.075-06:00</updated><title type='text'>library fiasco, and other various unknowns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ksl.com/emedia/slc/0/55/5515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.ksl.com/emedia/slc/0/55/5515.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday, me hannah and abbie went to the down town library! and hannah, was going to find a bus rout for us to get home on, cause me and abbie don't know how to take the bus or trax or anything. so after a fun afternoon at the library, we decide to leave, and it's about six 'o clock. and we get on the east bound trax, right outside of the library. at first everything's going fine, but then we notice we're going really really slow up a hill, and cars are passing us. then we smell something burning, and we see smoke comming out from under the train. the lights start to flicker, and the train lurches a few times before comming to a shaky stop, right in the middle of an intersection. the driver's voice comes over the radio, but that seems to be broken and all i can make out is that another train, west bound, was going to pick us up, and take us back to the library, then it would take us east again. ugh. so we wait a few min, then the other train comes. only problem is that it's already basically full. but we manage to squeeze our passengers in too. then we start going west again, but it seems the plans changed once again, because all the wes bound passengers got on another train, and we stayed on, so we didn't have to go back as far. finally it seems we're on the right track, and we'll make it home in no time, and everything will run smoothly from here on out, but that was not the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://x96.com/images/uploads/bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://x96.com/images/uploads/bus.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trax drop us off at our stop, then me and abs fallow hannah to the place where the bus will take us the rest of the way home. but we see the bus, and it passes right by us. it turns out this is not the right stop. we look around for one, and we find one that hannah says is the right one, and after waiting for like ten more min, with no bus, hannah calls to find out where the bus will pick us up. we think we found the right place, and walk another block to the stop. we get there, and we see bus after bus stop there, but not our bus. hannah calls again, and the last bus had already left. uuuuuugh!! we're all hot, tired and thirsty, and it's now 7:45. we call abbie's mom, and she can come pick us up. woo. and we finally made it home at around 8:15. what a fiasco. but there were some good things about it. like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~there were some way hot skaters on the trax with us that kept looking over at us&lt;br /&gt;~out of boredom, me and abbie had a spitting contest, just like old times. but she totally beat me. she's been practicing or something i swear.&lt;br /&gt;~me and abbie had a slap fight but i won, as always lol.&lt;br /&gt;~um that's pretty much all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-1631520002262833451?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/1631520002262833451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-3266799751466881746</id><published>2008-07-03T15:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T17:26:42.304-06:00</updated><title type='text'>cheer camp</title><content type='html'>so it was really hard, but so fun!! we worked all day from 8 in the morning to 9:30 at night. it was four days long at the U and i took alot of great pictures. it's so cool! i got a few of our stunts in the pics too. i'll put 'em up here as soon as i get them developed, hopefully like this weekend, or next week. ok here are some funny stories about cheer camp and i'm sorry if i already told you, like i told nghia, and vern, and camel, just deal with it ;p there's something i didn't tell you though that i'm going to add in here, so read it again! or whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;story two&lt;/strong&gt;: there's like a dozen (literally) college football  players across the street from us, and they could see right in our dorms. but anyway all the cheerleaders decided to have a dance party, (but i wasn't part of it, i was taking a shower) and they were dancing to lollipop, and they had the window open, to see their reflextions in the mirror. then they looked down, and there are five guys in lawn chairs, with flashlights. talk about scary! they all pretty much freaked out, and stuff. and sarah crose flipped them off, but then they got really mad, and they dropped their pants. ugh! luckily we were too fat away to see much... after that we closed the blinds and left. and didn't open them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;story three&lt;/strong&gt;: so it was really late, and i decided to go to bed, but alot of other girls couldn't sleep so they were playing around. anyway, i was totally dead asleep and my foot was hanging off the end of the bed, and at about two thirty in the morning, someone tickles my foot. it startles me awake and i sit straight up like "MY FOOT! *mummbles* what the? *more mumbles then goes back to sleep*" then like a min later, i feel someone placing something on my nose, trying to balance it (it turns out it was a sour patch kid) then i woke up and grabbed the sour patch kid, out it on the nightstand rolled over, going *MMMMMMmmmmhhm* angerly, then went back to sleep. thank you erica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are more stories, but i'll tell them when i post the pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok my mom's newest crazy plan: drive to vages las vegas (thanks nghia!) for the weekend. tonight. ugh and i just got back from camp!! all i want is a nice peaceful weekend! is that too much to ask for!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-3266799751466881746?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' 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good. i just heard a crash upstairs. i think hannah broke the cat food bowl.......yup. she better clean that up before she get's cut. or any of the animals! or me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out my favorite quotes on the side bar! a new quote every time you come to the page.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-8332194206500724002?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/8332194206500724002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=8332194206500724002&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/8332194206500724002'/><link rel='self' 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JK i know you'd kill me, so i guarded it with my life. speaking of tom, i have to buy him some new soda, because i wasn't paying attention when he was opening his father's day presents and i didn't know he got that soda, and it was only his, and i accidently gave some to my friends... so ya i'm going to go buy him 3 new cans of fresca. i SWEAR that no one said it wasn't for us to drink though!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song i'm listening to right now: pocketful of sunshine :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm trying to find a chore to do, but there aren't any left really! we (me and hannah) have to do a chore everyday, but i kinda ran out of them, so now what do i do?! well there's always weeding :-/  but that sucks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k i just watched the weirdest amine ever. i did it for ham, because i promised him i would. but man that was so weird!! there's no other way to discribe it. other thatn random! giant robots came out if this boy's head, and had an epic battle on a bridge, untill a crazy vespa girl comes riding up at full speed and pulls out her guitar which she revs and it soulds like a chainsaw. then she proceeds to beat the robots with the guitar. so weird!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-1008343618206001301?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/1008343618206001301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=1008343618206001301&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/1008343618206001301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/1008343618206001301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/06/scrambled.html' title='scrambled!'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-3741424078571082565</id><published>2008-06-23T21:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:20:39.837-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my day from start to finish</title><content type='html'>6:30- roll out of bed, groggy, and get dressed for early morning cheer practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:45- leave on bike to the track, for cheer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:38- get back from cheer, tired, gross/smelly, but happy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:30- finnaly cleaned up, and ready for the day, with hair nicely straightened. ahhh nice!. go to the library to drop off some books, and go to east to drop off a cheer form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:00- get home, vaccume, then go to sam's house to hang out. then we go to my house after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:45- sam and erica leave after the best fruit roll up war ever. cause see, we have all this old food storage that we were throwing out, and we figured that (well by we i mean me) sence they aren't any use as food anymore, we might as well use them as weapons. it can leave a pretty nasty welt f you slap it just right. so that battle was on. both erica and sam aginst me. of course i still kicked their trash. although i do admit that sam did get one good long one on my leg, and it's still not gone yet. but sam's arm was awesome. it was alternating patches of bright white and red. the white where i got him really &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; good. hee hee!! but he provoked me, so it's his fault. i did learn from the best, my older sister emily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:15- circle party. *yawn* basically i ate food, then gave little kids rides down the drive way on ham's longboard (which btw he's letting me barrow) also on the longboard subject, he's letting me barrow it for a while, but he's scaring me a bit about it... he's like &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ok, sooo, in the first month you have it, be prepaired to hit a rock, and get road rash *here he gestures from his shoulder to his knee* all over you. eventually you'll learn to avoid rocks. oh, and are you good with sprained ankles? because yo'll get one def from this. so ya. have fun!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow! sounds like so much fun! but i think i'll be fine, don't worry nghia...probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00- quickly writes this post before mom makes me get into bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-3741424078571082565?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/3741424078571082565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=3741424078571082565&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/3741424078571082565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/3741424078571082565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-day-from-start-to-finish.html' title='my day from start to finish'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-6398709581868439076</id><published>2008-06-22T18:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T18:40:38.708-06:00</updated><title type='text'>unique nessssssss bwa hahahaha</title><content type='html'>"oooh yes! i am bored out of my mind and i want to go home. maybe maybe maybe maybe. sumeday someday someday someday"-- that's what ham just said, to himself lol. and ppl think I'M crazy. now he's just playing some melancholy song on the piano, but now it changed to major for like a sec. what's with him. i'll ask him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what's with you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"huh? what. what do you mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"just answer. it's for my blog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i dunno. *still playing so he can't answer really*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what's with you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"um idk. *making really weird faces*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ow! oh and btw carrie'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*not answering*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"carrie!" *wispers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"one sec!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do yo know why i said ow?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"one sec!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hums to himself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ok now what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i was punching the piano hahaha. you didn't realize i was doing that? that's why i couldnt answer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HAM !! don't hurt my baby!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh my gosh" *reading over my shoulder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"now what. say something"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shakes his head and laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said SAY SOMETHING it's for my blog"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*attacks me* *i beat him*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"k fine i was going to type what i was thinking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i didn't want to say anything BEACAUSE it's for your blog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"too late. i'm posting it now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needless to say, i'm really realy bored. someone save me. ugh. and i'm out of new pian music! what should i do?? and books!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-6398709581868439076?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/6398709581868439076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=6398709581868439076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/6398709581868439076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/6398709581868439076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/06/unique-nessssssss-bwa-hahahaha.html' title='unique nessssssss bwa hahahaha'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-4846567538179076907</id><published>2008-06-21T17:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T18:23:09.961-06:00</updated><title type='text'>title's are are pointless, and did i even spell 'title' right?? it looks wrong for some reason</title><content type='html'>so we got out the chain saw again, mom and tom trying to eat away at those five stumps they  hacked away at with axes yesterday. haha you should see my sister emily's impression of my mom with the ax hee hee! love you mom. anyway we did that this morning, then (thank heavens) erica txted me to go to her house to practice cheers. we rocked :) didn't we erica? and i feel pretty good because i jogged to erica's house and back. got a little excersize :p haha i worked all those cheetos i ate this morning (basically for my brakfast :p ew i won't do that again) off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo have you ever played the game zuma?? it's awesome. just look for it online. it's fun ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emily WHAT WERE YOU THINKING???? she turned my dog into a i don't know what!!! but it's hidious!!! she saved all the fur off him!!! now he's a freak show!!! ew ! she was using the buzzer, and when she was doing his  neck, the guard came off, so he's got a bald spot on his neck. HE COULD'VE BEEN KILLED!!! no i'll never take him out in public.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-4846567538179076907?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/4846567538179076907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=4846567538179076907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/4846567538179076907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/4846567538179076907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/06/titles-are-are-pointless-and-did-i-even.html' title='title&apos;s are are pointless, and did i even spell &apos;title&apos; right?? it looks wrong for some reason'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-4346113613940830849</id><published>2008-06-19T22:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T22:31:08.069-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>it really kinda sucked... it was ok at first it was ok, but i feel like i'm on a rollercoaster right now... one moment, i'm so happy, then the next, crushed. and not some teen-age mood swing i swear! it's all this one person's fault. well not really. it's mine. for being stupid, and not looking before i jumped. why? why did i do that??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-4346113613940830849?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/4346113613940830849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=4346113613940830849&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/4346113613940830849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/4346113613940830849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/06/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-7490894685564224545</id><published>2008-06-18T14:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:25:47.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning out the garage</title><content type='html'>we've been cleaning out the grarage for the last three days (well, mostly mom actually. i hardly did anything.)and now it's finally done! and now we can park the car in there! for the first time in like 3 years. mom blames it on tom for it getting messed up. i think i have to agree with her there. he's the only one who actually goes in there. he thinks he's putting stuff away in a very neat and organized wsay, and that he'll remember where he put it, but in reality he's squirreling it away and once he doesn that, it's almost guarenteed never to be seen by mankind ever again. hm i do kinda feel bad now though. i've been kinda beating up against tom for a while now. but he deserves it, because i spent an hour today curling my hair, and i asked him if he liked it and he said "....it's....ooook....". AND he doesn't ever look at my blog. ok anyway back to the garage. i got to do the honors of parking the car in it. that was fun! i didn't hit anything. mom only screamed once lol. but not from me parking the car. se just screamed. and i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SFl1PXilfiI/AAAAAAAAAHE/5WhJ91dYuPU/s1600-h/fingernail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SFl1PXilfiI/AAAAAAAAAHE/5WhJ91dYuPU/s400/fingernail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213326950535626274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today my friend sam's little sister is comming over to my house and i'm going to give her a french manicure. she's so cute!! i just love her to death. and she absolutely worships me. she just finished 6th grade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-7490894685564224545?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/7490894685564224545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=7490894685564224545&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/7490894685564224545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/7490894685564224545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/06/cleaning-out-garage.html' title='Cleaning out the garage'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SFl1PXilfiI/AAAAAAAAAHE/5WhJ91dYuPU/s72-c/fingernail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-4714833176645503420</id><published>2008-06-17T11:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T14:04:43.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep over at gabby's and other random stuff</title><content type='html'>i slept over at gabby's house and she was very adiment on me starying up as late as she would get me to. we watched "the eye" a movie about a girl who gets a cornia transplant and can see dead ppl and how they are going to die. well i thoght it was freaky, but other, less wimpy ppl would've probably thought it lame, as always seems the case. so when we finally went to bed, well atleast when i did, (becasuse gabby stayed up talking to a boy on my phone while i fell asleep) it was close to one. gab didn't actually go to sleep till four! un heard of, from they way my mom has raised. haha that remilds me of how when i had sleep overs at my house she made us go to bd at like ten. psh. anyway but it kinda sucked because we slept outside, and her neighbor as a rooster and it started crowing at six in the morning, about every five seconds. and gabby slept through it all!! but i woke up, and could't go back to sleep. so luckily i was prepaired with a book, so i read for about five hours, till 11, when gabby woke up. hee hee! i just started the book this morning, and i'm already over 200 Pages!!! go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok more stuff, um oh and up at my cabin, gerritt put an egg in the fire too "cook" it, because i told him to, but then he forgot about it, and then we hear this explosion, ("what the crap was that??!!!") and it had exploded. it was sick! and it reeked to high heaven. totally reesty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-4714833176645503420?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/4714833176645503420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=4714833176645503420&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/4714833176645503420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/4714833176645503420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/06/sleep-over-at-gabbys-and-other-random.html' title='Sleep over at gabby&apos;s and other random stuff'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-3831764562152213752</id><published>2008-06-16T12:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T13:19:56.878-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cabin Trip</title><content type='html'>so i'm finally back! yes! technology!! we had lots of fun up there! lol my mom is a bit crazy sometimes though. she tries to get us to do "projects" like dig a trench in hopes that one day we'll have a stream, or hike up the mountian at eight in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     "mom, where are we going?"&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     "to the medow!! i went there as a kid!"&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     "when was the last time you went there?"&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     " well i only went there once"&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     "wait, i think i remember you telling me about this. &lt;br /&gt;     didn't you and all the cousins get lost for hours up here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "well....ya, but it's ok now, we won't get lost......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the latest crazy "project" is going to home depot, (ahem I did the driving! on the freeway!! yea! go me!) to buy a flipping CHAINSAW!!! she wants to build life size lincon logs and put them together to make a little play cabin for the grand-children. if you've met my mother, CAN YOU IMAGINE HER WEILDING ROARING CHAINSAW?? honestly *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so naturally me and hannah tried to talk her out of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c: mom we don't NEED a chainsaw!! we don't NEED to do this!! lets just RELAX!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m: no, i've been thinking about getting an chainsaw for a while now.  we need one for emergencies! like if we need to...dig ourselves out!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c&amp;h: *snort*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m: well not LITERALY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h: what is this?? some kind of midlife crisis!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway through all our very pursuasive talking, we could not hinder her. she was determined, and we got a chainsaw. then she put us all to work, finding dead trees in the woods, loading them into the wagon and hauling them back to the worksite. luckily, gerritt, my brother in law stepped in and did all the chainsaw cutting. and here's the finished product: hm actually i'll have to put up the picture later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so i painted my finger nails like 5 different times, but just one hand lol, and i have myself a ped! it's really cure, and way girly. girlier then it's ever been before! like hot pink, with so many sparkles, it's blinding in the sun. this is worthy of barbie. anyway, i painted my fingers ranbow, then i showed it to tom, and asked him if he liked it. he scrutinized it for a sec, then frowned, and shook his head, turning away. he is so polite. NOT. but i forgive him. he doesn't know any better. OH another story of tom putting his foot in his mouth. so we are driving home from church, and there's this very pregnant woman walking down the sidewalk, and get this he yells out the window "wow! YOU look pregnant." WHAT HE THINKING!!?? luckily we made him go back and apologize. and it turns out that that day was her due date. *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok what else?? um, i learned waterfall by jon schmidt on the piano! and i'm going swimming today at steiner with sam, and anna (his little sis) and one of anna's friends, and my nephew max. it's going to be a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and today i rode my bike to east, so see how long it would take me to get there, because i'll have to do that to get to practice in the summer, and i wanted to see one of my friends there. i waaaited forever! but they didn't show! so i decided if i didn't get back home soon, i'd be flayed by mom. then as i'm crossing the intersection i look back there, and they are just getting there! eeeerg!!!! but i just kept on going, so i wouldn't be flayed. *humph*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ad i wrote a poem up at the cabin, but it's not that good, and probably doesn't make any sense... i'll post it someother time though, because i have to get cleaning before mom comes inside from cleaning the garage and finds me on the computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-3831764562152213752?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/3831764562152213752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=3831764562152213752&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/3831764562152213752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/3831764562152213752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/06/cabin-trip.html' title='The Cabin Trip'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-8095850598354998</id><published>2008-06-11T11:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T11:38:35.098-06:00</updated><title type='text'>back by popular demand: CAROLINE'S POINTLESS POSTS! --comming soon</title><content type='html'>i got an email from my friend veronica the other day, complaining that i don't undate my blog enough. well ok! i'll post mo i promise! i'll try to post a new one every day or every other day. but i'm going to my cabin later today for the rest of the week, till sunday, so THEN i'll start posting alot more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa typos galore up there!! oh well, i'm not fixing them, so tough beans. it'll improve your reading skills&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-8095850598354998?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/8095850598354998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=8095850598354998&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/8095850598354998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/8095850598354998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-by-popular-demand-carolines.html' title='back by popular demand: CAROLINE&apos;S POINTLESS POSTS! --comming soon'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-3645635271668503800</id><published>2008-06-07T11:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:25:48.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ODE TO HANNAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SErP484SRYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WNUkxlwMrfg/s1600-h/hannahee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SErP484SRYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WNUkxlwMrfg/s400/hannahee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209204496329229698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha even though me and hannah a usually fighting, really i love her, and would be so lonely without her, and here are some good memories :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-rollerblading in liberty park-- we need to do that again! with marley!&lt;br /&gt;-remember when we used to play with the figures in the doll house, never with the actual dolls, because we always wished we were animals. not to mention the dolls were butt-ugly&lt;br /&gt;-remember when we used to pretend that we were spice girls? and we both always wanted to be baby spice, and em was always sporty spice&lt;br /&gt;-remember sitting in christine's cherry tree and eating cherries? and i had this special spot, and i got really mad if someone sat there. lol it was like the best spot.&lt;br /&gt;-remember singing at the top of our lungs in the car with dad? grandmas featherbed and thank "heavens" i'm a country boy?&lt;br /&gt;-remember when we first got the nintendo, and yo were always better than me, like waay better, so you went easy on me, becuause i'd whine lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're the sweetest sister i could ask for, and i wouldn't trade yuo, no matter how many times i say that i would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-3645635271668503800?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/3645635271668503800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=3645635271668503800&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/3645635271668503800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/3645635271668503800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/06/ode-to-hannah.html' title='ODE TO HANNAH'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SErP484SRYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WNUkxlwMrfg/s72-c/hannahee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-1226762910497559875</id><published>2008-06-04T13:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:25:48.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time to shine!</title><content type='html'>today's day of pointless school:&lt;br /&gt;        ~there were no classes&lt;br /&gt;        ~all i did was wander around the halls trying to find something to&lt;br /&gt;         do with a handful of other bored people&lt;br /&gt;        ~but it wasn't a total loss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SEbyRzpMBcI/AAAAAAAAAGk/k6oLlKhDCV0/s1600-h/pianos!.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SEbyRzpMBcI/AAAAAAAAAGk/k6oLlKhDCV0/s400/pianos!.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208116406835217858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we wandered into the band room, (which i've never been in before) so i could play the piano, becuse we were running out of things we could do. well i sat down and started to play "bobo's blues" (THANK YOU HAM!!) on the piano, when the band teacher, who was just in his office doing some grades or something else on the compute, comes out, interested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says to me: wow you can really play piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: um ya heh heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: are you in any music classes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: can you read music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: how long have you been playing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: um about seven years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: want to be in jazz band? usually you have to audition, but i'll take that as your audition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so YEA!! I'M SO EXCITED! wow i can't believe he thought i was that good though! haha and the jazz band is better than regular band, which you don't have to audition for. wow and i don't even know the teacher's name, and i doubt he knows mine. he said if i was in regular band, i'd be playing the xylophone, but in jazz band i could play the piano. :D that is so awesome! so i went and changed my schedual right away. i THINK his name is Mr.Dickenson or something like that. but ya, the old teacher (maybe you remember him?) Mr.Green retired in December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****UPDATE*****&lt;br /&gt;my brother rj just pointed out a fact that i didn't think of before&lt;br /&gt;I BET THE TEACHER THINKS I WAS IMPROVISING!! THAT MEANS HE THINKS I WAS LIKE 2000 TIMES BETTER THAN I ACTUALLY AM!!! NO WONDER HE WAS SO ANXIOUS TO HAVE ME IN JAZZ BAND!! NO WHAT DO I DO?? GAH! I'M TOAST!!!!!!!!!!! BURNT TO A CRISP TOAST!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;GAAAAH!!!!!!!! NO!!!!! AHHH!!! ASDFJ;LKASDHFA;SDUFHASD&lt;br /&gt;*hitting head on keyboard*&lt;br /&gt;l&lt;br /&gt;asdfkjasdf&lt;br /&gt;wieu&lt;br /&gt;,.m rt&lt;br /&gt; viopa\]&lt;br /&gt; aluiarg&lt;br /&gt;kl;j\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AW;LEFH&lt;br /&gt;NO!!&lt;br /&gt;WHY IN THE WORLD DIDN'T I TELL HIM?!?! NOW I HAVE TO SPEND THE SUMMER WORKING MY BUTT OFF TRYING LEARNING HOW TO ACTUALLY IMPROVISE!!!! UGH! I WISH THE TEACHER HAD ASKED ME IF I WAS IMPROVISING!!!! GAH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-1226762910497559875?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/1226762910497559875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=1226762910497559875&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/1226762910497559875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/1226762910497559875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-to-shine.html' title='time to 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SEWabL58FlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/f0d1tIMselM/s400/erica.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207738335966795346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so this is a picture i crew! it's not very good, but it looks like erica doesn't it! but it also looks like clelste too. it's SUPPOSED to be celeste, but if you havn't seen her, you'd think it ws erica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one goes the last few days of school after year book day, but guess what, I HAVE TO GO ugh yup. i get a few extra days of doing nothing. the teachers tell us not to go, because we're not DOING anything in school anymore. there is no roll, no bells, just wandering aimelessly around tryingto find something to do. a total waste of time that i could be using to sleep in!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my cheer uniform today! an di'm wearing it right now. it's so cute!! i'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/60400.The_Ruins_of_Gorlan?utm_medium=api&amp;amp;utm_source=blog_review" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Ruins of Gorlan (Ranger's Apprentice, Book 1)" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1170541858m/60400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/60400.The_Ruins_of_Gorlan?utm_medium=api&amp;utm_source=blog_review"&gt;The Ruins of Gorlan&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/34049.John_Flanagan"&gt;John Flanagan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/23616803?utm_medium=api&amp;utm_source=blog_review"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;My review&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  OH so good!!! i havn't read a good fantasy like that in a while and can't wait to read the rest of the series!!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/1153046?utm_medium=api&amp;utm_source=blog_review"&gt;View all my reviews.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; anyone who loves fantasy whould read that book!! you'll love the whole seirse (sp??!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um ok what else??... i don't know! so bye for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-433331704829188270?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/433331704829188270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=433331704829188270&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/433331704829188270'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>a poem about bella and jacob in</title><content type='html'>Just Grab My Hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my jacob black&lt;br /&gt;i can see&lt;br /&gt;that you have&lt;br /&gt;feelings for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you have me confused&lt;br /&gt;what am i feeling?&lt;br /&gt;i've never felt liek this before&lt;br /&gt;this idea leaves me reeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; glad&lt;br /&gt;i know you care&lt;br /&gt;you like me for &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not the color of my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm so selfish&lt;br /&gt;i can't let you go&lt;br /&gt;i need you&lt;br /&gt;more than yuo even know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a drug, you are to me&lt;br /&gt;out of control&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not even sure what i'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;what exactally is my goal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say we fit together&lt;br /&gt;that we, eachother, understand&lt;br /&gt;it's a leaf of faith&lt;br /&gt;just grab my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you ahve me confused&lt;br /&gt;what am i feeling?&lt;br /&gt;i've never felt like this before&lt;br /&gt;this idea leaves me reeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't let go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-3893916951594819792?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/3893916951594819792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=3893916951594819792&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/3893916951594819792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/3893916951594819792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/05/poem-about-bella-and-jacob-in-eclipse.html' title='a poem about bella and jacob in'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-4716712017923981001</id><published>2008-05-30T15:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T15:41:02.085-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ew that is the sickest thing i ever saw? what is with this week and gore??</title><content type='html'>ok so disecting a frog wasn't enough guts for me this week, i get a double dose, watching a fab movie in driver's ed called "red asphalt III". ya the name says it all. it was so sick! we saw people's brains and blood spattered all over the ground, and the people who had to pick it up, and the rest of the body, with chuncks missing out of the skull as the pulled it, mangled, out of the crash. ew that is o sick! i'm always going to wear my seatbelt now. there was so much blood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finals! they are over (except one) i stayed up late last night finishing it all, but in the end i got it done! but for a price...:-s i feel asleep during my goemetry final today...oops....so i kinda guessed on the last bunch of questions...yaaa, we'll see how that turns out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also i was SUPPOSED to get my cheer uniform today!!! but they LIED! it's not here yet!!! uuurgh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also i feel kinda bad today...well i was a bit harsh to my guy friend, but i would've chickened out and not talked to him about something, but then i made the mistake (but was it really bad that i did?) of telling erica what it was about, so sence i was too shy and chickened out basically of talking to him, erica marched right up and told him everything, while i jsut stood there looking like an idiot. then he didn't even hug me today! so i hope he isnt mad at me..... i'm sorry to him, if he reads this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok did that last paragraph make any sense? i hope so, but i'm not changing it to make it more understandable, so tough beans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIEND SOPTLIGHT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this friend is a bit crazy, sometimes. but they are a lifesaver. always "helping" me with my home work. but we both "help" eachother, almost trading off on who helps who. we always have something to talk about, and it usually ends up to be one single thing! but whatever they think, i don't get tired about talking about it. they are my voice, when i'm too shy to actually speak up and do stuff. i'll say it again: they are a lifesaver. what would i do without them?&lt;div 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this week and gore??'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-2878491174798007891</id><published>2008-05-29T16:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T17:03:21.392-06:00</updated><title type='text'>deadly finals ugh! i hate them</title><content type='html'>ok here's something about me today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things i love:&lt;br /&gt;     ~the beach, any beach&lt;br /&gt;     ~the color blue&lt;br /&gt;     ~cheer&lt;br /&gt;     ~boys&lt;br /&gt;     ~tabasco, or chalula mm&lt;br /&gt;things i hate:&lt;br /&gt;     ~disecting animals :-s&lt;br /&gt;     ~boys&lt;br /&gt;     ~finals&lt;br /&gt;     ~flipping on the trampoline, but not landing on the actual trampoline&lt;br /&gt;     ~bad hair days (like today)&lt;br /&gt;things i'm going to do before i die:&lt;br /&gt;     ~stay up for a whole night&lt;br /&gt;     ~sleep for a whole day&lt;br /&gt;     ~learn to sing and play piano, at the same time!-waaay impossible&lt;br /&gt;     ~stop being shy&lt;br /&gt;song i'm listening to right now:&lt;br /&gt;     ~here comes the sun by the beatles&lt;br /&gt;stuff i should be doing right now, but instead i'm blogging&lt;br /&gt;     ~french final, geography final, english final oh joy&lt;br /&gt;stuff i did today at school:&lt;br /&gt;     ~disected a frog, omg i almost puked...&lt;br /&gt;     ~D.E. was canceled, yeeess&lt;br /&gt;     ~fitted for camp wear (cheer stuff)&lt;br /&gt;stuff i'm looking forward to&lt;br /&gt;     ~turning 16&lt;br /&gt;     ~summer vacation&lt;br /&gt;     ~BBQ next tuesday night&lt;br /&gt;     ~yearbook&lt;br /&gt;     ~CHEER UNIFORM TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;     ~not waking up at 6:00 am everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIEND SPOTLIGHT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this friend, is one of the sweetest people i know. They always listen to me, even when i'm probably boring them with my stupid petty life problems. They try to offer solutions, not always the best ones, but try to be helpful. They are very funny, and intelligent, and very easy to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-2878491174798007891?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/2878491174798007891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=2878491174798007891&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/2878491174798007891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/2878491174798007891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/05/deadly-finals-ugh-i-hate-them.html' title='deadly finals ugh! i hate them'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-5345321236734543947</id><published>2008-05-28T17:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T18:13:31.778-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fun Run! (and various other unknowns)</title><content type='html'>well the fun run was great! even in the 80 degree weather. and just lie i predicted, my face turned waaay red. UGH! i hate that so much! it's so terribly ugly, and it emphasizes my white eyebrows, so i look like an oompa loompa. great! but i got 10min flat, which isn't good, but isnt all together bad!*sigh* i miss the 8 min i used to be able to run, back in 7th grade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIEND SPOTLIGHT!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this friend is kind, understanding, and keeps me in line. they know where everything in my house is, and have a tendancie to lock my door, after we come in lol. they hate cats, and has been forced to watch alot of stupid movies with me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-5345321236734543947?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/5345321236734543947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=5345321236734543947&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/5345321236734543947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/5345321236734543947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/05/fun-run-and-various-other-unknowns.html' title='The Fun Run! (and various other unknowns)'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-1654250872826267237</id><published>2008-05-27T18:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T19:44:21.149-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a mix of everything</title><content type='html'>so cheer is fun! and i really really REALLY want a wave board, even though i got hurt by one. but it wasn't my fault i swear!!! someone's board went shooting out from under them, and rammed straight into my ankle, going like a thousand miles an hour. but it should be ok by tomorrow, when i'm going to run the mile after school in the blistering heat of 81 degrees, in the sun, and i'm going to suck, and my face will turn really really red, and sweat and gorss! and ugh! who knows! maybe i'll get sunburned!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now onto the contest thing that i'm doing, for my friends! so i'm going to describe a friend, and you guys guess who it is! i'll reveal the names on sat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY'S FRIEND SPOTLIGHT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are funny, love to tease, love to make up their own fortune for fortunes for fortune cookies, like dark colors, aren't squeemish (sp?) about cutting open frogs, brown hair, naturaly curly/wavy hair, doesn;t like me to paint their finger nails ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK GUESS AWAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-1654250872826267237?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/1654250872826267237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=1654250872826267237&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/1654250872826267237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/1654250872826267237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/05/mix-of-everything.html' title='a mix of everything'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-8956502548790779627</id><published>2008-05-22T20:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T20:37:35.591-06:00</updated><title type='text'>driver's ed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2005/07/15/automobiles/15teen583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2005/07/15/automobiles/15teen583.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so driver's ed is getting metter...more bearable&lt;br /&gt;but i'm pretty proud of myself! i've never hit a cone. AND i've driven a total of THREE TIMES. i parked three different ways, very well, (90, a 45, and pull up to a curb) backed out, done the little serpintine thing through the cones, in foward AND backword. woo! and i'm the queen of U-turns. boo yah!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-8956502548790779627?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/8956502548790779627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=8956502548790779627&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/8956502548790779627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/8956502548790779627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/05/drivers-ed.html' title='driver&apos;s ed'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-1151150799996971624</id><published>2008-05-19T17:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T17:17:31.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>old friends</title><content type='html'>have you ever had an old friend, one who you knew sence you were really really little, and played all kinds of silly games with every day? then you see then years later, and it's like you were never apart? that's how it was yesterday when i was being an extra at east for High School Musical 3 and i saw Christine Baird! we had so much fun catchig up, we laughed remembering the lips syncs we did to "oops i did it again" *shakes head* i hope we don't have any of those on tape anywhere. that's some serious blackmail right there lol. i hope we get to hang out again soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so about being an extra: it went till TWO IN THE MORNING!! on a SCHOOL NIGHT. psh the $82 bucks we got wasn't NEARLY ehough for THAT long. jeez i got totally ripped off! eeh at least idid get to bask in the glory of zach effron for 12+ hours. oh AND scott pualson. haha me and my friends yelled "NUMBER 42'S A BABE" really loud, but he [scott] didn't look up. oh well. hee hee someone pastsed him later. that was funny. he was standing talking to zach and alot of ofther basket ball boys, when one of them jsut yanked his shorts down. luckily that's all that came down though. it was a blast, but if someone asked me to do it again, i would pass (unless the pay is atleast $150) beause i'm dog tired today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*UPDATE*&lt;br /&gt;k so i totally screwed up lol. his name isn't scott at all. *shakes head* sorry christine!! ya i'll work on finding out his real name. heh heh ... ... ...:-s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-1151150799996971624?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/1151150799996971624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=1151150799996971624&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/1151150799996971624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/1151150799996971624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/05/old-friends.html' title='old friends'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-6949650705604756390</id><published>2008-05-16T15:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T16:06:34.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i hope i can do this</title><content type='html'>well mom gave me two days notice of when she was going to take me to the DMV to get my permit, so i've been cramming for the past two days hopind i could pass, and i did this morning. woo! now my mom talked to the afterschool driver's ed teacher to get me in the class, even though i'm late. she thinks i can just pick up where everyone else is, and do all the make up work, and study for finals in my classes, and keep up with piano practicing. i'm two weeks late into the class though! that's alot of work. i have a friend in there, sam, and i was asking him what the work we've been doing is like. he said it's ALOT lf book work, and he doesn't know how i'm going to do it all. well that pretty much wrecked my day right there. THAT on top of everything else i have, i feel like i'm being crushed by all the stress sometimes. ugh and the teacher there, (i went for the first time today) coach bills is so cold. never smiles. and he was almost rude! he wasn't the one my mom talked to, so he didnt know who i was. i brought the reciept from the treasurer to show i paid for this class, and it had had all the other fees i'd paid this year on it. he looked at it, then sneered "you're a cheerleader". really, thats how he said it. wow way to make me feel welcome to the class. he said he wouldn't have let me in the class this late, and i'd have to talk to coach talk (the one my mom talked to) who wasn't going to be there until monday. but he said i should stay for today. all we did that day was watch two very depressing movies about ppl that were killed by drunk drivers. i was having a pretty good day until i went to that class. now i don't know how i'm going to keep up. he says next week we have range, but i don't know if i can do that! i know i can't get out of it, i have no choice because mom really really really wants me to take it now. i have no choice. sam said maybe i'll just "fail out of the class"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-6949650705604756390?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/6949650705604756390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=6949650705604756390&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/6949650705604756390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/6949650705604756390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-hope-i-can-do-this.html' title='i hope i can do this'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-6078094208384477438</id><published>2008-05-13T18:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T19:07:19.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alot of things...</title><content type='html'>well cheer is going great! we're having practices after school now on tuesdays and thursdays! i'm sore kinda now, but that may just be from the combined efforts of erica and abbie to break my back on the trampoline. psh it really hurts! anyway, back to cheer. i think i'm going to run for head of sophmore squad, even though mom doesn't want me to. if i don't win i don't really care. alot of the girls on my squad are running, so we'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was like, the best day ever!!!! i saw my future husband. well not REALLY, but i wish, kinda. anyway i was walking down the stairs on my way home from cheer practice, and i was waiting for erica to be done using my phone (her's was taken away). anyway, so i was leaning on the edge of the the banister at the top of the stairs, laxily looking over at the high school musical ppl. then i noticed that one of the girls looked alot like the girl who plays the lead, then she walked away, and behind her there was a boy, ZACH EFFRON!!!!! WOOO!!!!!! YES!!! my life is complete. i've been waiting to see him for ever, looking for him in the halls when i can and yes!!! there he was!!! so anyway i gasped kinda loud heh heh and he looked up, and he has really really pretty blue eyes. but then i stepped back so he couldn't see me anymore. then i grabbed erica, frantically trying to talk, but i couldn't, so i just shoved her (a bit harder than necessary) aginst the edge of the banister, so she could see. she protested loudly (thanks alot) and he looked up again!!!!! i don't know if that was good or bad. so that pretty much made my day and i've made it my life goal (the second one) to see him again. oh and he's really short.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-6078094208384477438?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-5553952629989336659</id><published>2008-05-02T17:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T10:36:17.971-06:00</updated><title type='text'>first JOB (perhaps?)</title><content type='html'>i'm applying for my first job at emogration! woo hoo! i have a friend, ryan who works there, and if HE can get hired then i think i have a pretty good chance :) no offence to him though. he says he was hired in two days. so me and my friend erica are applying. it would be so great because it's so close to home! hannah will be so jealous ;) cross your fingers for me! oh and mom is making applying such a big deal though... :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um me and erica are getting really good at flips on the tramp, and we are going to try out the the olympics next time... um not. but we are getting better...ish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tune into the glen beck show next tuesday (the sixth) to see stephenie meyer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-5553952629989336659?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/5553952629989336659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=5553952629989336659&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/5553952629989336659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/5553952629989336659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-job-perhaps.html' title='first JOB (perhaps?)'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-7096357195034889376</id><published>2008-04-29T18:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:25:49.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SBfCkvqBd1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/mzE0GaJJ5EU/s1600-h/scary+beyond+all+reason.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194834631718958930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SBfCkvqBd1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/mzE0GaJJ5EU/s400/scary+beyond+all+reason.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ewww he needs to shave, and maybe some "just for men". i see a bit of grey there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb234/vurdlak8/illusions/realhomer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb234/vurdlak8/illusions/realhomer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ahhh scary!!!! it's homer in real life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-7096357195034889376?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SBfCkvqBd1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/mzE0GaJJ5EU/s72-c/scary+beyond+all+reason.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-6470480765691752341</id><published>2008-04-29T15:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T15:53:32.575-06:00</updated><title type='text'>friend trouble</title><content type='html'>one of my close frineds is being so rude to me! and i have no idea why!! i'm as nice as i've ever been to her, or i try to be and she just has been so cold lately! ad it makes me not want me to tell her anything anymore...any advice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-6470480765691752341?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/6470480765691752341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=6470480765691752341&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/6470480765691752341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/6470480765691752341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/04/friend-trouble.html' title='friend trouble'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-3726394061135544188</id><published>2008-04-26T16:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T17:12:31.609-06:00</updated><title type='text'>why do i even bother with a title?</title><content type='html'>anyone who is a stephenie meyer fan, check this out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1734838,00.html"&gt;http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1734838,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that is all i  can think of to say today...i guess&lt;br /&gt;well i'm going to a stake dance later tonight!&lt;br /&gt;woo hoo for me! there better be some smokin hot guys there though of i will be severly dissapointed! *sigh* there never are though. oh well i'll still have fun :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-3726394061135544188?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/3726394061135544188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=3726394061135544188&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/3726394061135544188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/3726394061135544188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-do-i-even-bother-with-title.html' title='why do i even bother with a title?'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-3774899866767558443</id><published>2008-04-24T14:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T15:11:07.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i think i'll start off like last time, by going through my pictures, and finding one that has a story... or something</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thisfabtrek.com/journey/africa/morocco/20050607-ouarzazate/gorge-dades1-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.thisfabtrek.com/journey/africa/morocco/20050607-ouarzazate/gorge-dades1-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;the v.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;the balance has tipped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;the ground fast rose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;to meet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;me face first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;how could i not see, before i first tripped?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;what do i do now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;how could i not see the gorge gaping at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;like some voracious v, waiting to snap me up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-3774899866767558443?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/3774899866767558443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=3774899866767558443&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/3774899866767558443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/3774899866767558443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-think-ill-start-off-like-last-time-by.html' title='i think i&apos;ll start off like last time, by going through my pictures, and finding one that has a story... or something'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-391223878109516674</id><published>2008-04-23T16:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:25:49.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what should i tell you about?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SA-9b_qBdwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9-8D68aYtUI/s1600-h/Chamelion.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192577184023279362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SA-9b_qBdwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9-8D68aYtUI/s400/Chamelion.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;you are probably thinking  "EW! what and/or who the heck is that??? what's wrong with it!!" and yes folks it IS disturbing. it is the face of my little sister. i am trying to rais money for her corrective surgery, so if anyone has any donations, please email me. any little bit helps. thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;JKJK don't really. she's not realy like that, that's just her true-self. (jkjk hannah i love you) she scaned her face into the computer, and did a special trick with her eyes to make it LOOK like they were weirdly... be afraid... very afraid...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-391223878109516674?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/391223878109516674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=391223878109516674&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/391223878109516674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/391223878109516674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-should-i-tell-you-about.html' title='what should i tell you about?'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SA-9b_qBdwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9-8D68aYtUI/s72-c/Chamelion.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-1720517340547069901</id><published>2008-04-22T15:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T16:00:45.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>muddle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;so i had tom write me a note today, so i could get out of school early for an ortho. appt. at 1:00. so i got home, rode my bike up to 21st east to my appt, then found out i was a WEEK early. nice huh? well then i thought, i might as well go take that test mom made me miss the otherday, so i rode my bide all the way down to 9th S. and 13th E, climbed all the way up to the fourth floor (it doesn't sound lie much climbing, but it is i swear!!) took the test, and rode back home. ugh i'm tired. buthey i got alot of excersize! AND i got to miss math, which is a very big plus. but i think i may ride up to the library later, i need some good books really badly! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-1720517340547069901?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/1720517340547069901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=1720517340547069901&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/1720517340547069901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/1720517340547069901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/04/muddle.html' title='muddle'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-2073564621222131644</id><published>2008-04-21T17:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T18:14:08.084-06:00</updated><title type='text'>As many things i can think of about me that you probably didn't know!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am terrified of the dark &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I got kissed once during one of my (few) soccer games in second grade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I own "Organ Trail II" and i play it sometimes, when dying of boredom during the summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; spell to save my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I can type 61 wpm (or was it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gwam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? what ever THAT means)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sesure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (see 4) when I was two that lasted 40 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I have 5 siblings and 8 adorable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;neices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and nephews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If i have free time, you'll find me in one of three places: the computer, reading, or playing piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I can't stand not listening to some form of music for any given period of time. why?because silence is so freaking loud!! you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am so obsessed with Twilight, that i searched the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for a long time looking for the title font for free, which i DID find eventually, but it took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of work let me tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I do NOT sing in the shower, but tom does &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I tried to sing and play the piano once...and it was way way bad. i can only do one kind of music at a time folks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; went through the wash not even a month after i got it....and IT LIVED!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; animals are horses and wolves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I love the color blue! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; teal and turquoise. after that it's any, bright, cool color. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; not a fan of hot ones :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I hate remixed songs. once it's made LEAVE IT ALONE (there are some exceptions though)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I really like to write poems if you have any ideas for some, don't hold back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm really shy at school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I can't swallow pills- trust me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tried, all i do is throw it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I try so hard to get a tan every year, but it just doesn't happen! and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; not going to do what em did and land up with a huge patch of freckles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;one time, I bent down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;marley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; saying "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;heello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;puuuuppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" but i leaned in too close, and he licked my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;tounge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! i went straight for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;listerine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. sick dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i have the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;awsome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pants ever, that i would never wear. they are bright orange, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;gansta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pants. you should see sometime...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;jk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I kinda like some of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; songs, sometimes, but don't tell tom *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;shhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i care about saving the earth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i have never spit my gum out except in the garbage, and i always will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i can listen to a song, then figure out the notes on the piano (if the song isn't too complicated)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i used to really like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;britiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; spears when i was in second grade, and me and my friend and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;hannah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; would wear goofy costumes, and lip sync to " oops i did it again" (we knew every word) then have "concerts" and invite the neighbors, and make them pay a dollar. i think we have one of them filmed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;hannah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and me used to play when we were little, i used to make her do anything i wanted, like i made her pretend to my my camel, and i rode her around, and made a halter for her, and i tied her up when i was gone. i also made her be the prince, and i would be the princess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;also, when we would play, if one of us had to leave for a sec to go get a drink or go to the bathroom we'd say "commercial break" like it was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; show that were playing. that's what we thought of it of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;atleast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; song to play on the piano is "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;clair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lune" by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Debussey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (spelling?) but it's really hard, and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;havn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; played it in a long time, so i think it's a bit rusty now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-2073564621222131644?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/2073564621222131644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=2073564621222131644&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/2073564621222131644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/2073564621222131644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/04/sorry-emily-i-dont-mean-to-copy-you-as.html' title='As many things i can think of about me that you probably didn&apos;t know!'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-7847778879097018101</id><published>2008-04-21T16:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T17:06:42.351-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Opposite leg of the isocles triangle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;in case you are wondering about the title of this post, it's just something random from my goemetry homework. guess what?? i was LATE TODAY for the first time ever, to any of my classes. and it wasn't my faule. it was mom's! you know how she is so slow getting ready, chya. well anyway today was the PERFECT DAY to be late it turns out!! (sarcastic) ya so when i got to class, the teacher told me to wait outside, because she had started the test, and i had to miss the test, and sit in the hall. how's that for a good morning? but the best part was when i txted mom and got to give her a guilt trip! hee hee she always gives them to me, so now the TABLES ARE TURNED! TAKE THAT MOM! jkjk i love you mom! she was really nice and called my teacher so i could get a retake :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;everyone answer this in a comment: what was the lsat song you listened to and where were you? give the song title, and artist, and don't forget where!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i'm listening to "white flag" by &lt;em&gt;dido&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i'm also doing my geometry hmwk, and if there is anyone who would like to do it for me PLEASE DON'T HESITATE TO ASK thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;ok anything else i can think of that's random? umm let's see here...no :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-7847778879097018101?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/7847778879097018101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=7847778879097018101&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/7847778879097018101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/7847778879097018101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/04/opposite-leg-of-isocles-triangle.html' title='Opposite leg of the isocles triangle'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-1710742731387006301</id><published>2008-04-19T14:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:25:50.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a weird picture i made on paint a really long time ago haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SApbSqwQZtI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Qy51QDENtKM/s1600-h/Magical+Princess+Garden.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191061896770381522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SApbSqwQZtI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Qy51QDENtKM/s400/Magical+Princess+Garden.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SApayKwQZsI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Od3WbtGZ0VA/s1600-h/Magical+Princess+Garden.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;haha isn't this great? when i saved it i actually named it "magical princess garden" haha nice huh? i bet you're jealous of my artistic skills. when i drew this, i was going to put all my friends in it as princesses. but i stopped after putting me and abbie in lol. oh and the unicorn. there has to be a unicorn. i mean it IS mgaical afterall. notice the detail of the blueberry bushes, and pink flowers. i spent FOREVER on this picture. seriously. every detail, every bead, every leaf of the tree. lol fine not every leaf, but pretty much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;ah good old mom. haha she won't say, but she thinks my hair is shot now. she thinks i cut six inches off. she was flipping out when she was showing em. when i asked em if she liked it, my mom said in a very annoyed voice. "here! let me show you. turn around caroline! see look at this!! here hair used to be down to here, [she uses her fingers to measure, and it's only four inches, and she's annoyed that it's not that much] it's SIX INCHES six inches!!!" haha but we love her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-1710742731387006301?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/1710742731387006301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=1710742731387006301&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/1710742731387006301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/1710742731387006301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/04/weird-picture-i-made-on-paint-really.html' title='a weird picture i made on paint a really long time ago haha'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/SApbSqwQZtI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Qy51QDENtKM/s72-c/Magical+Princess+Garden.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-5955599218398358144</id><published>2008-04-18T19:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T19:34:07.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'>one more peom~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;sorry, i bet you are getting tired of my peoms, but here's one more, oh and it's not really a poem, it's a song, please give feed back! and just to clarify, because i know ppl wil be wondering if this song is based of anyone, NO IT'S NOT. ok there we go :p but i did get the idea from someone. THANKS FOR THE IDEA! and yes it IS kind of long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Open Air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gliding through the open air&lt;br /&gt;Thinking I’m secure&lt;br /&gt;With a feeling of content&lt;br /&gt;Not a single piece was bent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know&lt;br /&gt;I was on the brink of losing all control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky darkened&lt;br /&gt;The clouds sparked&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could have you&lt;br /&gt;But you only saw her, your eyes blinded by her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the rookie mistake&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m left with heartache&lt;br /&gt;Placing all my hopes on you for so long&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn’t find the brake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know&lt;br /&gt;I was on the brink of losing all control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky darkened&lt;br /&gt;The clouds sparked&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could have you&lt;br /&gt;But you only saw her, your eyes blinded by her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m glad you don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Storm that raged through me&lt;br /&gt;Just like the saying goes:&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is bliss, for you, not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tempest unrelenting&lt;br /&gt;Wind pushed me around, preventing&lt;br /&gt;But as the winds died down, reality absorbed me&lt;br /&gt;The rainbow came, and swept up the pieces, finally I’m free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky darkened&lt;br /&gt;The clouds sparked&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could have you&lt;br /&gt;But you only saw her, your eyes blinded by her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel the wind again&lt;br /&gt;Blowing me a different way&lt;br /&gt;The road ahead is clear, carefree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t make the same mistake twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-5955599218398358144?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/5955599218398358144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=5955599218398358144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/5955599218398358144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/5955599218398358144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-more-peom.html' title='one more peom~'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-5351757118819018309</id><published>2008-04-18T19:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T19:25:34.917-06:00</updated><title type='text'>well...here it is..more peoms! it's not that good, but tell me what you think ok? THAT INCLUDES YOU NGHIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning or at night&lt;br /&gt;Warms me up and gives me light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a miniature sun, painting the dull grey morning&lt;br /&gt;With red-yellow sunbeams,&lt;br /&gt;Freshly rising from the hot sun-bakery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painted on the belly of the low clouds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It stands out in any cramped crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(p.s. i know you already read it nghia, just tell me what you think of it again, i forgot what you said before)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-5351757118819018309?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/5351757118819018309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=5351757118819018309&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/5351757118819018309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/5351757118819018309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/04/wellhere-it-ismore-peoms-its-not-that.html' title='well...here it is..more peoms! it&apos;s not that good, but tell me what you think ok? THAT INCLUDES YOU NGHIA'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-7568361826564118419</id><published>2008-04-18T17:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T19:20:46.779-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Am i really that girly?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i was told by a friend, who shall remain nameless, that they thought i was a girly girly girly girly girl. is that true? i didn't think i was THAT girly. i thought i was just...normal...am i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so i really like this band, my friend showed me. i admit i was skeptical at first, knowing what ELSE this friend of mine listens to, but i fut on a brave face, listened to it, and found out, I LOVE IT! em, you would really like this band. go to my playlist, and i think it's the last few songs, by &lt;em&gt;we the kings&lt;/em&gt;. my favorite is "check yes juilet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um lets see....what else.... well i am sitting here with my cute, old g ma (grandma) and i found a really good way to keep her happy. i just keep giving her books of rememberances (aka scrap books). she loves it! haha aw she is so sweet, always smiling. dang i wish so bad that tom would let me use the camera!!!! stupid tom JK TOM I LOVE YOU (*voices in my head* psh, like he even reads my blog *me* shut up you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can almost do a flip on the tramp! only problem is that i keep landing on my bum, instead of my feet, haha so if anyone knows how to do a flip properly, could you please help me? anywho...untill next time!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-7568361826564118419?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/7568361826564118419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=7568361826564118419&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/7568361826564118419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/7568361826564118419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/04/am-i-really-that-girly.html' title='Am i really that girly?'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-691119039727668019</id><published>2008-04-15T16:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T17:15:24.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Plotting Points</title><content type='html'>so i got a haircut! yea!i mean seriously, it's been like a year! i got alot of complements on it when i got to school...but one of my guy friends said they liked it the old way better (ouch, but eh i'll ignore that. he was like "it's...unique" ouch) so now i'm kinda worried about what ppl are saying behiend my back about my hair...it's a little tom-boyish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-691119039727668019?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/691119039727668019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=691119039727668019&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/691119039727668019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/691119039727668019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/04/plotting-points.html' title='Plotting Points'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-2227034254001666618</id><published>2008-04-11T16:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T16:49:08.175-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So......I MADE IT!! (for all those who my mom didn't call)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i swear my mom was more excited than me to find out if i made it. she drove us down to the school that night to find out. she was like "do you want me to come with you?" and me and erica said "naw we're good" becasue that would really suck if we didn't make it and mom was right there. she would start to bawl, which would make me and erica cry too. haha. but we love her anyway. so she saw me and erica hugging eachother from the car, and started crying anyway. lol! then she called everyone she knew telling them i made it. seriously everyone. even one of her co workers who she said started crying when she told her i was even trying out......so ya haha :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-2227034254001666618?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/2227034254001666618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=2227034254001666618&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/2227034254001666618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/2227034254001666618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/04/soi-made-it-for-all-those-who-my-mom_11.html' title='So......I MADE IT!! (for all those who my mom didn&apos;t call)'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-1881025288851473084</id><published>2008-04-09T17:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:25:50.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/R_1VTXN8iUI/AAAAAAAAAEY/wRSbc6T3-W4/s1600-h/cheerleader.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187396136939063618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/R_1VTXN8iUI/AAAAAAAAAEY/wRSbc6T3-W4/s320/cheerleader.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm trying out for cheer! i've been going to workshops every day this week and i'm sooooo sore! we learned a dance, two cheers, jumps, rallying, and stunting. it's all really fun, but a workout! there are only 10 freshmen girls trying out total! so most of us will make it on. There is an early morning practice tomorrow morning at 6:30, then tryouts are at 3:00 the next day. It's going to be so fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-1881025288851473084?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/1881025288851473084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=1881025288851473084&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/1881025288851473084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/1881025288851473084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/04/cheer.html' title='Cheer'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/R_1VTXN8iUI/AAAAAAAAAEY/wRSbc6T3-W4/s72-c/cheerleader.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-5123452425807053620</id><published>2008-04-02T15:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T17:44:51.164-06:00</updated><title type='text'>(sorry em, i don't mean to copy you) As Many things i can think of about me that i bet you didn't know!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am terrified of the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got kissed once during one of my (few) soccer games in second grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I own "Organ Trail II" and i play it sometimes, when dying of boredom during the summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I cn't spell to save my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can type 61 wpm (or was it gwam? what ever THAT means)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had a sesure (see 4) when I was two that lasted 40 mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have 5 siblings and 8 adorable neices and nephews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If i have free time, you'll find me in one of three places: the computer, reading, or playing piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't stand not listening to some form of music for any given period of time. why?because silence is so freaking loud!! you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am so obsessed with Twilight, that i searched the internet for a long time looking for the title font for free, which i DID find eventually, but it took ALOT of work let me tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I do NOT sing in the shower, but tom does lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I tried to sing and play the piano once...and it was way way bad. i can only do one kind of music at a time folks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My iPod went through the wash not even a month after i got it....and IT LIVED!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My fav animals are horses and wolves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love the color blue! expecially teal and turquoise. after that it's any, bright, cool color. i'm not a fan of hot ones :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate remixed songs. once it's made LEAVE IT ALONE (there are some exceptions though)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really like to write poems if you have any ideas for some, don't hold back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm really shy at school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't swallow pills- trust me i've tried, all i d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o is throw it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I try so hard to get a tan every year, but it just doesn't happen! and i'm not going to do what em did and land up with a huge patch of freckles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;one time, I bent down to marley saying  "heello puuuuppy" but i leaned in too close, and he licked my tounge. ew ew ew ew ew ew!!! i went straight for the listerine. sick dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i have the most awsome pants ever, that i would never wear. they are bright orange, and gansta pants. you should see sometime...jk never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I kinda like some of the beatles songs, sometimes, but don't tell tom *shhhhh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i care about saving the earth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i  have never spit my gum out except in the garbage, and i always will&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i can listen to a song, then figure out the notes on the piano (if the song isn't too complicated)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i used to really lie britiny spears when i was in second grade, and me and my friend and hannah would wear goofy costumes, and lip sync to " oops i did it again" (we knew every word) then have "concerts" and invite the neighbors, and make them pay a dollar. i think we have one of them filmed...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when hannah and me used to play when we were little, i used to make her do anything i wanted, like i made her pretend to my my camel, and i rode her around, and made a halter for her, and i tied her up when i was gone. i also made her be the prince, and i would be the princess. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;also, when we would play, if one of us had to leave for a sec to go get a drink or go to the bathroom we'd say "commercial break" like it was a tv show that were playing. that's what we thought of it of atleast :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my fav song to play on the piano is "clair de lune" by &lt;em&gt;Debussey&lt;/em&gt;  (spelling?) but it's really hard, and i havn't played it in a long time, so i think it's a bit rusty now...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-5123452425807053620?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/5123452425807053620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=5123452425807053620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/5123452425807053620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/5123452425807053620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/04/sorry-em-i-dont-mean-to-copy-you-as_7844.html' title='(sorry em, i don&apos;t mean to copy you) As Many things i can think of about me that i bet you didn&apos;t know!'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-8283118285921328693</id><published>2008-03-31T18:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T18:52:06.020-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wacky Friend</title><content type='html'>so me and my friend made playlists for eachother on project playlist with 10 songs on it&lt;br /&gt;we tried to pick songs that we thought the other would like&lt;br /&gt;and the one he made me was pretty good lol i love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just click here and see what kindof songs he picked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.playlist.com/node/27420819/"&gt;http://www.playlist.com/node/27420819/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-8283118285921328693?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/8283118285921328693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=8283118285921328693&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/8283118285921328693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/8283118285921328693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-wacky-friend.html' title='My Wacky Friend'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936866032557496498.post-7357441646296053005</id><published>2008-03-10T16:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T16:48:16.707-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Saga</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i know alot pf ppl have read twilight, which is my topic for this post. i KNOW it's been a long time sorry sorry! i guess i broke my vow though (oops, oh well *shrug*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so anyway abck to twilight. haha i am so obsessed with that series, i'm not going to tell you all the obsession things i have done with it (don't worry though, i'm not calling my self a twi-hard yet. incase you are wondering, that's what the truly devote fans are calling themselves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i bought a ticket to see stephenie meyer on may 17th for the Host tour! yea!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;only about a month and a half away!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;only one prob...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well it cost $30.00 to get in... lol i'm such a nerd to spend that much to see her&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but it includes the price of her latest book "the host" which has nothing to do with twilight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's a sci-fi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and a romance :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i don't usually read sci-fi, but because it's hers i will read it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-7357441646296053005?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/7357441646296053005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=7357441646296053005&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/7357441646296053005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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It's a juke like hannah's, but it's teal and WAY awsome! it's tiny. it makes my ipod feel so fat when i use it! there's only one problem: it won't sync songs from itunes *sigh*, so i have to get songs i want from hannah's music. but i have twice the music she has! so i can't have all the songs i want. there is only ONE solution : burn the music i want onto a CD and import it into windows media player then sync it into my phone. that will take a while, but it's the only way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         i also got clothes and earings, and nail polish, and  ps2 and ddr and some heart charms, and two cute coats! what was your favorite thing you got for christmas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5936866032557496498-8369876915385689621?l=kerryberryh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/feeds/8369876915385689621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5936866032557496498&amp;postID=8369876915385689621&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/8369876915385689621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936866032557496498/posts/default/8369876915385689621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerryberryh.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-i-got-for-christmas.html' title='all i got for christmas'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08585709742923247304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3rkyPd0enQ8/S-CuKYgBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Yu6N1CuOO4E/S220/Reflections+553.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
