<?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-7250854858875326509</id><updated>2011-07-30T17:22:43.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical Mysteries</title><subtitle type='html'>"Music is the divine way to tell beautiful, poetic things to the heart" -Pablo Casals</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-7411361297651350114</id><published>2011-02-24T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T09:49:58.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Fresh</title><content type='html'>This weekend, I've decided to relax. Make a few changes. Just be completely... me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to dye my hair, paint my nails, clean my room, finish up old homework, go shopping, read a book. I want to spend the weekend getting back to the old Molly. The one that isn't so stressed and worried all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the Children's Show and West Side Story rehearsals and performances taking up all my time, boy troubles, church callings, and the business at home... I think it's time to take a step back. The stress has gotten to me. This is one of those moments when you wish that you could go to the mountains or on a long drive by yourself for the weekend to just take in the sunshine and think things through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, I like to be alone sometimes. At school and with my friends, I'm crazy. I love being social and talking to people. But once I step through the school gates to go home, sometimes I just want time to be by myself. Time to think and reflect. Time to see what I did wrong, or could have done differently. And also time to see what I did right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes there isn't anything I can do... Except relax. And this is one of those times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-7411361297651350114?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7411361297651350114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=7411361297651350114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/7411361297651350114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/7411361297651350114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2011/02/starting-fresh.html' title='Starting Fresh'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-7670508160731116274</id><published>2010-10-07T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T20:19:08.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For ME.</title><content type='html'>A lot of people see blogs as a way of communicating with family and friends, sharing their news, or telling people about their lives.... Not me. Well, I use it for those same reasons, but even more so as a way of organizing my thoughts. Most people just "write it out". However, I prefer to "BLOG it out". Probably due to the fact that I type sooo much faster than I write and it's easier to get my thoughts down quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been bored out of your mind? So, what do you do? Play a movie! And then, suddenly, you get really tired.... Why is that?! You were completely awake 5 minutes ago! And the movie really isn't that bad! WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's research time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-7670508160731116274?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7670508160731116274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=7670508160731116274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/7670508160731116274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/7670508160731116274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2010/10/for-me.html' title='For ME.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-6400987486366390633</id><published>2010-10-07T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T09:53:02.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Need Each Other</title><content type='html'>If you know me, you'd know that I love lyrics. Here's a song that's been on my mind for a while now... "We Need Each Other" by Sanctus Real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I caught a glimpse of life without friends.&lt;br /&gt;Bitter, empty, hollow, dark and lonely.&lt;br /&gt;We never meant to hurt each other, so can’t we trust again?&lt;br /&gt;And take it as a chance to keep on growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why it doesn’t come easy,&lt;br /&gt;But I know that we could be happy&lt;br /&gt;If we’d only learn to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need each other,&lt;br /&gt;So what’s the fighting for?&lt;br /&gt;We need each other,&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t close the door.&lt;br /&gt;We need each other,&lt;br /&gt;Through all the highs and lows.&lt;br /&gt;We need each other,&lt;br /&gt;‘Coz no one’s meant to live alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life revolves around the need of having someone&lt;br /&gt;Causing every complicated feeling and I don’t want to loose you&lt;br /&gt;And there is nothing wrong with telling me what you need&lt;br /&gt;To keep our love strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just a part of being a family,&lt;br /&gt;Taking the good with the bad and the ugly,&lt;br /&gt;If we could only learn to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need each other,&lt;br /&gt;So what’s the fighting for?&lt;br /&gt;We need each other,&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t close the door.&lt;br /&gt;We need each other,&lt;br /&gt;Through all the highs and lows.&lt;br /&gt;We need each other,&lt;br /&gt;‘Coz I don’t want to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need each other.&lt;br /&gt;Fathers and Mothers.&lt;br /&gt;We need each other.&lt;br /&gt;All your sisters and brothers.&lt;br /&gt;We need each other.&lt;br /&gt;We need friends and lovers.&lt;br /&gt;We need each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I need you, you need me&lt;br /&gt;‘Coz that’s the way it’s meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;I need you.&lt;br /&gt;We need each other.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I need you, you need me&lt;br /&gt;‘Coz that’s the way it’s meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;I need you.&lt;br /&gt;We need each other.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all my friends. The friends I'll have to the end. The friends through thick and thin. The friends through troubles and celebrations. Thank you for being there for me. For teaching me. Helping me grow. Helping me learn about myself.... &lt;br /&gt;Words just can't express. But what I CAN say is... Thank you. And I will always be there for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-6400987486366390633?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6400987486366390633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=6400987486366390633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/6400987486366390633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/6400987486366390633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2010/10/we-need-each-other.html' title='We Need Each Other'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-3502352078499909656</id><published>2010-10-07T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T09:38:33.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to Self</title><content type='html'>Note to Self....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone thinks differently. No one is going to be the exact same as you. You may communicate in a certain way, but just because you do, doesn't mean that someone else is going to understand you. When helping someone with a problem, remember that their experience is different than yours was. They're a different person with different emotions. Don't tell them what you always wanted to hear from your friends. Tell them what's best for THEM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-3502352078499909656?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3502352078499909656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=3502352078499909656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/3502352078499909656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/3502352078499909656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2010/10/note-to-self.html' title='Note to Self'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-4773785054762105591</id><published>2010-10-05T15:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T16:15:16.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>I have a lot on my mind... But I'm not sure what I'm thinking. My mind's just... heavy? fuzzy? distracted? How am I supposed to unload it all if I don't even know what's going on in there? Maybe elves have taken over my brain and are- no. Let's not go into theories. Let's just accept that fact that my mind works in mysterious ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling I'm going to be, or supposed to be, figuring something out about myself... Have you ever had that feeling? Like something is going to happen (not necessarily bad) but something that will make you think. Something that's going to help you see yourself better. Help you to know more about yourself. I don't know, maybe I'm crazy. Maybe I'm just having a headache and thinking about it a little too much. But you can never be to sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened this past month. I have my wonderful boyfriend and everything with him is just great. But at the same time, I've been arguing with my best friend about random nonsense that shouldn't mean anything. It could just be my girly mood swings getting to me.... But I don't know. People tell me that when you get into a relationship, things change. Your friendships. Your relationships with family. Your schoolwork. Everything. I refused to believe it at first, but now, I think I see where they were coming from. But, I don't feel like it's a bad change. It's a realistic change. One that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; be needed. I don't think I'll really know until later. But, as of right now, I'm liking it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that other people's relationship "drama" used to be interesting to me. I wanted to help them, hear their stories, soak in the emotion. But now that I'm in my own relationship, I hate to say it, but I don't want to hear about everyone else. I know, I know. That sounds really conceited. But now I have my OWN relationship to worry about. Not that there's anything to worry about at this point. I guess I don't really know what it is. I... I just don't want to hear about everybody else. This is a new experience for me. And so far it's been a wonderful one. It will definitely be a journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe school is on my mind? But I don't think that's it. School isn't really ever on my mind. Especially while I'm on break. It's normally swept to the side and hidden underneath the carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, this past week has been filled with thinking. And thinking about the future. College. Life. Marriage. Family. Friends. Mission. Church. Purpose. Career. There's so much to think about. I'm becoming a senior next year, and after that, college. I'm not ready! I don't even know what I want to major in or what I want to do with my life. I wish there was an easy button for all of this. I need a job and money. It's not going to pay for itself. I know it seems like it's far away... but I need to start preparing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly sure what's going through my head. But if you ever see me and I'm sitting there quietly, there's nothing wrong. I promise. I'm just thinking. About everything. Maybe you should do the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-4773785054762105591?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4773785054762105591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=4773785054762105591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/4773785054762105591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/4773785054762105591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2010/10/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts...'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-5222686644764870226</id><published>2010-10-05T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T15:48:26.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Blogging it Out</title><content type='html'>What do you do when it seems like there's nothing else? BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;But what to write???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I could start out by updating you on my life since I last posted. That last advice I asked about: I figured out what to do! I don't know why it was so hard for me either. After more months of sitting back and watching, I realized how much this was hurting me. Was I gonna let this one indecisive guy take control of my emotions like this? NO! So... it was as easy as walking up and saying, "What's going on? Cause I'm really confused right now." And it was solved the next day by this &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;wonderful &lt;/span&gt;guy asking me out.&lt;br /&gt;Now, how did he do it? That's a great question to ask. Let me fill you in. Guys out there? Take notes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It began with a note. Yes, a note. Now, if you just saw this note you'd be thinking, "Really? This guy has no class whatsoever. He's gonna ask me out... through a note. Ew." But this was not just any note. It was a&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; game&lt;/span&gt;, and the note was the instructions. WHOA! Alright, opening this note (and yes, jumping a little inside) I pulled out my instructions for the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was required to open the first of many notes during my second period class. (And if you know me, you'd know that I'm an extremely impatient person.) But I overcame the struggle.... At the beginning was a rhyme, hinting me to someone holding the next note. Now, these were EXTREMELY clever. Not just clever. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;HILARIOUS!&lt;/span&gt; hints. And at the bottom of the note? There was a paragraph saying some of the things that he liked about me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last note I received hinted to go to Brad. So, gaining the courage to confront this suitor and finish the game, I went for it. Brad handed me a card and inside were three hearts: red, purple, and black. Of course each had a meaning. Red: Girlfriend. Purple: Just friends. Black: You want NOTHING to do with me. I almost gave him the black heart as a joke, but it wasn't found (where it went, hmm... that's still a mystery. He later told me he didn't put it in there because he didn't want me to pick that option. haha!) Of course I handed him the red heart and then, getting down on one knee, Brad asked "Dearest Molly of mine, will you be my girlfriend?" How could anyone resist THAT?! OF COURSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus, that day, September 8th, was the best day ever....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-5222686644764870226?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5222686644764870226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=5222686644764870226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/5222686644764870226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/5222686644764870226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-blogging-it-out.html' title='Just Blogging it Out'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-2915442215910192161</id><published>2010-07-23T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T16:56:25.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>School was "blah". Nothing exciting happened, at all. I walked onto campus and it felt like I never left. All of that AP work kept me in the school mood. Everyone looked the same. And no one changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seminary: wow...&lt;br /&gt;Seminary was interesting. I enjoyed the first half sitting with Brad, Aaron, Megan, and Lisa. The Bishops came and made us breakfast. That was fun conversation! :) But then we split into classes... I'm going back to my regular class. And they all hate me. I didn't get the nicest looks as I walked in the door. I sat in the back of the room. And I STILL managed to get a pencil thrown at me. Yeah, fun times. I hate that class. It probably didn't help that I volunteered to give the devotional on Monday.... Our teacher is amazing though and I know that she'll teach me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Period: AP Language&lt;br /&gt;Best class. Mr. Carrier is an awesome teacher and I can tell that he likes the topic of English. He's really involved with his students and wants them to succeed. He's easy to understand and relate to as well. That class is going to be FUN! I'm totally excited. When he called my name on the role... he just gave me this weird stare. I expected him to say something about Austin (since that's what all my teachers do), but instead he looked at me and said, "My sister has a cat named Molly. So, I'm just associating you with her cat." Uhhh.... great? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Period: US History&lt;br /&gt;Boring. Mr. Johnson is an... interesting... teacher. I honestly don't care for him. He's one of the athletic directors at the school. His entire life revolves around sports. And, you all know me, sports and Molly DO NOT mix. I enjoy playing them and watching my friends compete. But I don't keep up with who's moving on to the Super Bowl and who just won the world series and which team won 7 to 2 in last nights game. Doesn't interest me. And what's worse, the ENTIRE class is made out of sports players.... football, golf, basketball, cheer leading. They're all in there. And then there's me: the musical drama kid. I'm going to see if I can switch into Mr. Bailey's history class that period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Period: Show Choir&lt;br /&gt;That room is pretty much my second home. Must I say more? It's going to be a great year with all of my lovely choir kids. :) I'm so glad that I'm choir president. I got permission to paint a wall in the choir room, do weeks of fundraisers, decorate the board outside, and have bonding activities. I'm already getting compliments from Yount about my organization and how the council is moving much smoother. Yay! This is going to be a great year! :) And the musical next year will be even better! :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth Period: Pre-Calculus&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have Mr. Gala again. I thought that this year was going to be bad, but I thought wrong. I have my friend Justin in that class and he's hilarious. So, I'm set to go. Although, there are some other drama kids in there too... and they pretty much hate my guts. haha! Don't ask me why, cause I don't know. But I had to deal with their dirty looks and stuck up comments all day. That should be fun! haha I can deal with it. It's not like I have to talk to them anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch: Short...&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was so quiet! I walked in expecting Taylor, Quiana, Chelsea, Steve, and Eddie to be there... But they weren't. They're gone now. Graduated. :( So, I sat down with the rest of my friends and had a quiet lunch. Nothing exciting happened then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth Period: Intermediate Drama&lt;br /&gt;Interesting. Very interesting. Drama is going to be so much fun. I've never met such an excited, upbeat, welcoming group of kids. They're all pretty much the coolest thing since sliced bread. And there was another MOLLY!!! I was shocked!!! Christian and Aaron Z. laughed at the expression on my face when her name was called for attendance. Amazement... The children's show is going to be amazing. Probably the highlight of that class. We'll be learning more about monologues and learning about how to wear stage makeup. I'm so pumped!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth Period: AP Music Theory&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Oh yes, this class should be fun. I already got in trouble today... I had to be separated from Tanner and Brad. Yeah, I'm such a trouble maker. I swear I wasn't talking though! It was NOT me! That class is going to take some serious work though... Lots of studying and practicing. It won't be easy. But I hope that it will be worth it. There are 11 of us in the class. I was mind blown at how smart all of these kids were. It's going to take a lot of work to keep up... But I believe I can do it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After School: Lonely...&lt;br /&gt;Normally I would go to the blackbox after school to see everyone. And normally I would walk with Austin out to the car to go home. But, today, I was all by myself. Lonely! It'll be like this for the rest of the year. I guess I don't have to wait on Austin if I want to go home ASAP though. And I can stay as long as I want (within reason) if I want to talk to people. That'll be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I need some advice... And I'll try and be as discrete as possible but that's going to be hard. I just won't name the people... I had a conversation with a guy the other day that I was NOT expecting. &lt;br /&gt;So, I like this guy a lot. And when he talked to me the other day, he said he likes me too. He said that he would love to go out with me, but he doesn't want to ruin anything between us. His last relationship didn't go how he thought it would. Kinda confused me... &lt;br /&gt;Dating that girl wasn't good for him. But he reflects that experience to how it would be for US. He thinks that he would ruin things between us too. But, as I watched their relationship, he didn't do anything wrong. You can tell that he tries to avoid me at times... That he doesn't want to make conversation, or hug me, or help me with tasks. Because he doesn't want to ruin things. I don't think it would ruin anything! In fact, by him avoiding me, he's ruining it. And I'm NOTHING like the girl he dated before. The other girl wasn't even a member of the church (that's a big difference) and she wanted him to be with her ALL THE TIME. Things with me would not go the same way. At all. &lt;br /&gt;Should I just sit back and let him figure this out by himself? Should I say something? I wish I could just not care about this... but I like him to much for me not to care. He's a big part of my life. Advice???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-2915442215910192161?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2915442215910192161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=2915442215910192161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/2915442215910192161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/2915442215910192161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-4517641853530520874</id><published>2010-07-22T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T13:27:40.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOMORROW!</title><content type='html'>Wow, I haven't blogged in a while. Let's see... What's happened? Well, I did homework that week that everyone was gone. And then on Saturday (when they all came back) I went on another wonderful date with Brad. We doubled with Aaron and Caitlin. I love those guys! The whole group is just so much fun. I choose good friends. :) We had a photo scavenger hunt at the mall, went to the park and cut out hearts, ate ice cream out of the carton, and then heart attacked our choir teacher's house. haha! Tons of fun! A night full of fun, excitement, and surprises. (Good surprises) :) haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts TOMORROW! OH NO! I'm not ready to go back. I need another week... or month. Yes, a month would sure be nice. :) I succeeded in finishing ALL of my AP summer work, just 10 minutes ago. Yeah, talk about procrastination. But I'm so relieved that it's over. I can focus on other things... well, not really. School is starting again. My life is over. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilemma #1!&lt;br /&gt;I have succeeded in losing my backpack. :( I loved that backpack. I waited for YEARS to finally get one. I waited for the day that my parents would buy me a plain black jansport backpack. With one large pocket, and one small pocket. Small. Simple. Perfect. And now it's gone! I took it to camp and left it in the van. Well, it's not there anymore... So my dad took me to the store to get a new backpack. And I'm stuck with a guy backpack. That's what you get for going with dad I guess. But I'm picky with it comes to what I carry around. I'm going to have this thing all year! It has to be good! So, I'm stuck with a black aidas backpack. A total guy backpack... being worn by a girl. Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilemma #2!&lt;br /&gt;My journal was in my backpack. I had it since my 15th birthday. There isn't much written in there because I had switched journals during the school year. But, what there WAS, was really important. I had written my patriarchal blessing in it. All about my trip to the temple. Important things like that. And now it's gone. :( I have another journal I can write in, but I wish I had my other one. So sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilemma #3:&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS... Thinking of the positives....&lt;br /&gt;With school, not only comes schoolwork, but comes FRIENDS! :) I'm excited to see everyone again. See who's gotten taller, lost weight, gained some, cut their hair, or got every possible area on their face pierced. It's always an interesting reunion either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting my books Tuesday, Caitlin and I went SHOPPING! Definetely NOT my favorite activity. I actually really hate it. But, Caitlin made the trip quite enjoyable. And I found 7 shirts! SEVEN! Our "winnings"! haha That's a new record! After shopping we made a much needed trip to Panda Express. Love that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For mutual, we had a 4 ward dance lesson. They taught us all of the line dances that are commonly played. haha It was SOOO much fun! :) Just dancing around with Bryce, Emi, Aaron, Tanner, and Brad. Probably one of the best mutual activities I've been to lately. It was great to look over and see Reid actually dancing and Brad showing him how to do the steps... The GREATEST! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow should be interesting. Normally they wait a few weeks but seminary is starting on the first day back. They're treating us to a breakfast. So, it'll be fun. Should be a good Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Saturday, my day is looking pretty boring. Parents are going to the temple, so I'm staying home to watch the "children". They're more like tornadoes, or blow horns. But, I'll watch them anyways. *sigh* Then Brad and I are going to practice for a song we're singing in church in September. I love the song, "Because He Lives". It's beautiful. :) And that night a friend is having a small back to school party. I'm not sure if I'm going yet, but maybe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's your update :) Hopefully the first day at school goes well. Wish me luck! I'm going to need it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-4517641853530520874?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4517641853530520874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=4517641853530520874' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/4517641853530520874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/4517641853530520874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2010/07/tomorrow.html' title='TOMORROW!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-2239159494348475149</id><published>2010-07-13T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T11:42:18.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking it to the Man</title><content type='html'>My schedule for my junior year is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. AP Language       -Carrier&lt;br /&gt;2. US History        -TBA&lt;br /&gt;AB Molina&lt;br /&gt;3. Show Choir        -Yount&lt;br /&gt;4. Pre-Calculus      -Gala&lt;br /&gt;5. Drama 2           -Garmon&lt;br /&gt;6. AP Music Theory   -Yount&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went up to Cienega today to change my schedule, they made it such a mess. And I have to clean up after them. Gosh. Every year, I find a way to NOT get health or economics in there. I'll end up being a senior and taking them online probably. Every year they promise them for zero hour, and every year they fall through. It's really starting to get on my nerves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was originally enrolled in AP US History. But so many things went wrong with communication and I never got the chance to do my summer work. I expected that I would simply be able to drop the class. Nope. They wouldn't let me. What?! I wasn't going to take this as an answer. So, with some advice and encouraging words from mom, I stomped straight to Mrs. Pena's office. I explained everything and demanded I be able to drop, or given an extension for my work. Well, it worked, she's letting me drop the class. Oh yeah! That's taking it to the man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of liked having a zero hour though. I asked her for the list of possible classes. But they were either full or I had taken them already. Bummer! I could always take another science that period... Honors Chemistry is open. But I don't know if I want to do that. The main reason I want a zero hour is mainly just because my friends have one. And, knowing me, I like to socialize. But they only have zero hour first semester, and I'd have it all year. *sigh* But I guess I'll just have to suck it up and deal with it. Sorry everyone.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm really missing my friends right now. *sigh* Yeah, Caitlin is off at band camp... doing her color guard thing. Twirling a flag in the hot, 100 degree weather. Having fun with everyone. Aaron and Brad are at Rincon Rendezvous. Probably mountain climbing, canoeing, and camping. Anyone else is to busy doing the same, or already has other plans. And then here I am... Sitting at the computer. Writing my blog. Checking facebook every hour (even though nothing changes). And doing my AP homework. Yeah, I'm pretty much having the time of my life (sarcasm intended). Really, even my phone has been getting dusty. No one is around! That's really sad! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my stomach is growling... it's only 11:36. Something is wrong here. Maybe my "taking it to the man" moment worked up some hunger and burned some calories. I should do that more often. haha! Well, off to raid the fridge. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-2239159494348475149?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2239159494348475149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=2239159494348475149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/2239159494348475149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/2239159494348475149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2010/07/taking-it-to-man.html' title='Taking it to the Man'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-6637985507024661077</id><published>2010-07-11T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T20:15:23.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talkative Parents</title><content type='html'>I'm sure that a lot of you have had this problem. Talkative parents. Not only do they socialize NONSTOP! but sometimes they talk to people that you'd rather not them meet just yet. At least, I THOUGHT I didn't want my parents meeting them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad seems to have built a habit of introducing himself to all of my friends. I thought that this would be embarrassing. He was going to tell them all of my deepest secrets! OH NO! There goes my friends... haha! But, actually, it's grown to be the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that my dad gets involved in my life and my friends. The fact that he's involved, but not overstepping, is very nice. My friends know who my parents are. And my friends parents know who they are. So, good thing...? I think so!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-6637985507024661077?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6637985507024661077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=6637985507024661077' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/6637985507024661077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/6637985507024661077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2010/07/talkative-parents.html' title='Talkative Parents'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-4110126155183230917</id><published>2010-07-10T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T12:20:37.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fun Night</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was fantastic! I decided to take a break from homework and spend time with friends. Caitlin came over at around noon and we decided to make brownie muffins! Scrumptious! If you don't know what they are, well, they're just how they sound. We just decided to make brownies in the muffin tray. haha! Unfortunately, they collapsed in the middle. So, it looked more like a crater than anything else. But they were still delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the rest of our time together looking at hilarious youtube videos. Have you ever seen Cory "Mr. Saftey" Williams? Or Mean Kitty? Oh my goodness. Those are sooo funny! You need to watch them... ALL OF THEM. Well, not all of them. Some aren't that good. But you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron came over at about 4pm and we all went to the movies. The plans changed about five times though. I guess that's predictable if you make them at the last second.... The first plan was "Grown Ups", then "Knight and Day". Finally we decided on "Eclipse". THAT was interesting. I really don't like those movies. I like the storyline, just not the overexposure that it's given. But, Aaron insisted we see it. So we respected his wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wandered around the mall and stumbled upon Borders. I found Caitlin's birthday present!!! I'm totally going to buy her that book. It was an activity book filled with ways to get over your ex. For example on of the pages said: Take this page and stab it with a pen.... Or another: Open to this page and scream into the book as loud as you possibly can.... This book was hilarious! Maybe I'll even buy one for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed my friends. It was a great night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-4110126155183230917?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4110126155183230917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=4110126155183230917' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/4110126155183230917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/4110126155183230917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2010/07/fun-night.html' title='A Fun Night'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-3591995272366706059</id><published>2010-07-07T21:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T22:04:21.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Many of us won't let ourselves experience happiness because of the fear of being out of (our illusion of) control. How sad." -Mom's Calendar by the Computer&lt;br /&gt;But how true. People are self protective and cautious. That isn't necessarily a bad thing. But sometimes it gets out of hand. It can get to the point where you're constantly paranoid and you don't want anything in your life to change. There's no excitement, no surprises. There's nothing that makes life... FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy getting emails. And letters. I'm sure that everyone does. But at some points in life I find it a little depressing when you check your email and the mailbox every few hours to see if you have anything new. haha! I need a life. Well, as soon as I finish all of this homework I'll have one again. What is it about emails/ letters that are so appealing? I think I just like it because I like to have a reason to sit down and write a nice, LONG, most likely meaningless letter to someone. It takes up time... and it gives me something to do. And, if you're talking to the right person, you might even get a laugh out of it. haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever made plans with someone, and then they dropped out on you? I hate it! Even when they were just meaningless plans... "Wanna hang out?" "Sure."... that's just fine with me! I just want to get out of the house, away from the computer, and DO SOMETHING. But, nope. People cancel. Another sad part of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer. Why does summer have to be so... boring? I mean, people have the potential of making it the time of their lives. But everyone's to lazy to even make plans! haha! LAZY! And it's hot outside, especially in Arizona. I can't go outside and sit on the front porch without roasting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to school shopping. It's such a hassle. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE having new clothes, a new style, something to shake things up a bit. But I hate the fact that you come to school the first week in all of your new stuff... but after that you have nothing new to wear anymore! What's the point of even wearing the new clothes that week? Wouldn't you rather spread out the fashion? I guess not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on the plus side, when all of my homework is FINISHED... I'll have a life again. Because I am NOT lazy! And I actually make PLANS! And I KEEP those plans! YES! Determination! I hope to get done by the end of the week. Well, we'll see how that goes. I set some goals for myself... and I'm planning on reaching those goals. DETERMINATION IS THE KEY TO FUNNNNN!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(once again, sorry for the completely random post... boredom gets to me every now and then...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-3591995272366706059?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3591995272366706059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=3591995272366706059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/3591995272366706059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/3591995272366706059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2010/07/many-of-us-wont-let-ourselves.html' title=''/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-4112297559945739339</id><published>2010-07-07T15:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T15:33:07.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AP Work?</title><content type='html'>AP work? Hmm... I'm thinking about it. I've worked for 5 hours this morning. Now I'm trying everything in my power NOT to work on it. I've come up with every excuse possible. But, I should probably buckle down and get it finished. I'm going to drop AP US history. So that's one class I don't have to worry about. I can already feel the stress lifting. AP music theory is simple, it's just time consuming. I need to find time that I can sit down and get it all finished. And AP Language seems to go on for ages! It never ends! ugh. It's terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough procrastinating. Back to work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-4112297559945739339?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4112297559945739339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=4112297559945739339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/4112297559945739339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/4112297559945739339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2010/07/ap-work.html' title='AP Work?'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-1408336218561310510</id><published>2010-07-05T19:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T19:39:18.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing Rehab</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I've noticed that my voice doesn't quite have its "edge" this summer. Hmm. I don't know what's wrong! SO, I've decided to put myself through some intensive singing therapy. Without choir everyday at school, my voice has started to wear off. I need my 30 minutes of rehearsal. Call me crazy, but I'm going to start doing that. Singing. 30 minutes a day. NO! Not all in one sitting! haha I'll spread it out. Humming could be a good start. Yes, I'll start with that and work my way up from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, sorry, that was a totally random post. But it was just something that I was thinking about. haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-1408336218561310510?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1408336218561310510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=1408336218561310510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/1408336218561310510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/1408336218561310510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2010/07/singing-rehab.html' title='Singing Rehab'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-206128787691596693</id><published>2010-07-04T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T15:17:50.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>I can confidently say that this summer has been the BEST I have ever had! I visited Europe for eleven days. Our tour focused mainly on France, the French Riviera, and Italy. We traveled through Paris, Monaco, Nice, Pisa, and Rome. Paris was FREEZING! Quite a change from the Arizona heat. I felt like I was in another version of New York City with all of the subways, buses, and craziness. The Eiffel tower at night, when it was completely lit up, was breathtaking! We got the chance to go all the way up to the top. Although, it was to windy so the stairs were closed... I REALLY wanted to say that I had climbed to the top. But at least I still made it. Monaco was filled with culture; nothing that exciting. In Nice, we swam in the We also saw the Notre Dame Cathedral. Mediterranean Sea. It was SO blue! I had never seen water as clear as that! In Pisa, we saw the Pisa Cathedral. It had amazing acoustics. One voice would echo and resonate through the entire room. We also visited the leaning tower of Pisa. I tried to get one of those pictures that show you holding the tower up... but I failed. ha ha! Then we were off to Rome. One of the most amazing cities I have ever seen. The weather was hot, humid, and miserable... but the sights were amazing. We saw the Colosseum. I felt like a gladiator walking into battle as soon as I stepped inside! There were so many ancient ruins. I could talk for ages about it. But we got the chance to walk around Rome at night. It was just like the movies. The cafes were open, there was a man playing guitar on the side of the street, couples were sitting together by the fountain. It was amazing. I caught some of it on video, just so I wouldn't forget about it. Along with walking around, we went to the Trevi Fountain and threw in our coins, took millions of pictures, ate plenty of gelato, and spent our last night in Europe to the fullest. I hope that I can go back one day. I sure will if I ever get the chance! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending plently of my summer doing... sadly... HOMEWORK. Yes, it's that time in my life where I must take on the terrible AP (advanced placement) classes. I'll be taking three this year: AP Language, AP US History, and AP Music Theory. The homework is simple, just time consuming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of my summer, I've been busy with friends. Now that I have a summer with my license, I've been able to drive to the movies and restraunts. To actually PLAN things to do. I went and saw Toy Story 3 (highly recomment it) with my friends Aaron and Christian. Went to Baskin Robbins with Aaron and Brad. :) Visited with Steve at his "dojo", Java Edge, I'm glad that he got a job so close that I can visit him now that he's graduated. Caitlin and I have had our share of hilarious phone calls, kidnappings, panda meetings, and sleepovers. I'm hoping on getting a group of friends sometime this summer and taking a trip up to Mt. Lemmon for the day. I think it sounds like BUNCHES of fun. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I MUST mention this, for my aunts of course. Ha ha! They've asked so many questions about it, that I might as well tell the story. Just on Monday, I went on a date with a guy from my stake, named Brad. We met this year. He was in my seminary class and in the musical with me. We have a lot in common, and we have a lot of fun together. On the date, we went bowling and then to pizza. We went with three other couples, DON'T WORRY! ha ha! It was amazing and so much fun. And, yes, I hope he asks me out again. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is going to be excited and packed. My schedule will be: AP US History, AP Language, AP Music Theory, Health, Show Choir, Pre-Calculus, and Intermediate Drama. I hope I won't be to stressed out with homework... and I hope I can find time to hang out with friends. The musical will be amazing this year! And so will the rest of the school year! I just have this gut feeling about it. Then again, I've had that feeling about every year. Ha ha!  I think that's it... my summer... in a nutshell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-206128787691596693?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/206128787691596693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=206128787691596693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/206128787691596693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/206128787691596693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-4494050841425107212</id><published>2010-07-04T12:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T12:23:20.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Again</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm back! After a break from blogging, I've decided to pick it back up again. I thought that no one read it and it would come to no use. BUT after visiting with my aunts, I realized their worry. They've been trying to piece together my life through my many facebook status's. As you can imagine, that leads to some interesting stories! haha! No need to worry, I'm back and will be keeping up my blog on a regular basis. Make sure to check up :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-4494050841425107212?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4494050841425107212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=4494050841425107212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/4494050841425107212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/4494050841425107212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2010/07/starting-again.html' title='Starting Again'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-4309240702484271677</id><published>2009-10-04T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T18:34:04.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The only thing that I absolutely want to say right now is that Elder Holland's talk today during general conference was absolutely AMAZING! If you didn't hear it... you need to. It was exactly what I needed to hear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-4309240702484271677?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4309240702484271677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=4309240702484271677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/4309240702484271677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/4309240702484271677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2009/10/only-thing-that-i-absolutely-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-5119812916617839462</id><published>2009-08-03T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T16:51:37.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School... Europe Dreams....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SndzWnQZI8I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/53AGUgK8L7s/s1600-h/IMG_6171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SndzWnQZI8I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/53AGUgK8L7s/s320/IMG_6171.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365884313367290818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me and my mom at Girls Camp 2009. Going into sophomore year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SndzWdCo4zI/AAAAAAAAAGI/TudEQdrypTo/s1600-h/DSCI0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SndzWdCo4zI/AAAAAAAAAGI/TudEQdrypTo/s320/DSCI0087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365884310625248050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND... this is us at Girls Camp 2008. Going into Freshman year. Time flies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophomore year has finally started. I'm loving my schedule! Having choir everyday is great! It's one of those classes that you can enter totally depressed, but by the time the bell rings, you can't stop laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my fantastic schedule:&lt;br /&gt;Pre-Zero: Seminary&lt;br /&gt;Zero Hour: Astronomy&lt;br /&gt;Period 1: Algebra 2 &lt;br /&gt;Period 2: French 1&lt;br /&gt;Period 3: Concert choir&lt;br /&gt;Period 4: Show Choir a.k.a. the most amazing class eva!&lt;br /&gt;Period 5: English Honors&lt;br /&gt;Period 6: Biology Honors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School this year should be great! Every year for spring break, my French teacher hosts a trip to Europe for students. I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY want to go! But... the trip costs 2,600 dollars. The good news is that people can donate to me! The government has this amazing thing called "tax credit donations". If you don't know what they are, let me tell you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All it is, is a fabulous form! It takes the money that you pay for taxes, and sends it to whoever you fill out the form to. So, for example, instead of your tax money going towards the car companies that are failing, you can send it to me so that I can use it on my trip! How amazing is that?! And the best part is that you get your money back! Don't ask me how it works... I don't know... but it's AMAZING! Each family can donate up to 400 dollars. You can either fill out the form I give you, or, if you live far away, you can go to their website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need your help! (man, I feel like a commercial...) This trip is the dream of a lifetime. We'll be seeing France, London, Rome, Pisa, and many more areas. PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE! If you would like to donate, please let me know so that I can get you a form (or the website). Remember, I need to earn 2,600 dollars!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-5119812916617839462?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5119812916617839462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=5119812916617839462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/5119812916617839462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/5119812916617839462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-europe-dreams.html' title='School... Europe Dreams....'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SndzWnQZI8I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/53AGUgK8L7s/s72-c/IMG_6171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-7700746480120747155</id><published>2009-07-05T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T19:46:47.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SlFhtPGY0eI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ktauWywaWQQ/s1600-h/IMG_5845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SlFhtPGY0eI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ktauWywaWQQ/s320/IMG_5845.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355168861695562210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SlFhsjiUFPI/AAAAAAAAAF4/rjkw2EB9eqo/s1600-h/IMG_5868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SlFhsjiUFPI/AAAAAAAAAF4/rjkw2EB9eqo/s320/IMG_5868.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355168850001532146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SlFhscECf_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Ldj9dEq4974/s1600-h/IMG_5862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SlFhscECf_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Ldj9dEq4974/s320/IMG_5862.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355168847995502578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you've probably noticed, I haven't blogged in about 3 months. So, here I am! We've  been on summer vacation these past few weeks and I think that this is the first year that I'm NOT excited to go back. Maybe it's the homework... yep, that's probably it. We went to Utah to visit family and while we were there we visited Zion National Park. Up top are some pictures that I took (except for the one of myself). I thought that I did a good job! My parents and I are going to Girls Camp tomorrow. I'll be a 4th year this time, so that means that I will be embarking on the 2 night- 3 day/ 12 mile hike. AHH! I'm SO excited... but nervous. I think that it's just the fact that there won't be any bathroom. But, I'll probably get over that real fast. I'm really excited for the end of the hike when all the other girls wait for us at the end of the trail and cheer. I can't wait to get the feeling that I've accomplished something amazing. Well, I should probably get some sleep so I can have enough energy to carry my pack tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-7700746480120747155?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7700746480120747155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=7700746480120747155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/7700746480120747155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/7700746480120747155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-youve-probably-noticed-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SlFhtPGY0eI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ktauWywaWQQ/s72-c/IMG_5845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-1634799444255612029</id><published>2009-03-28T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T19:49:15.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 More Weeks!</title><content type='html'>I only have 8 more weeks of school until FREEDOM! Can I get a "WHOO-HOO"!?! I'm so excited for this summer. No homework and Girls Camp! I went on our 4th year pre-hike/sleepover this weekend. We hiked six miles (3 miles uphill and 3 miles down). It was so much fun. I was great to get to know all of the girls that I'll be going on the hike with. But, I was kinda upset with the number of girls that showed up. There are supposed to be about 25 girls in my year level, but our numbers have drastically decreased to about 12. Why are they all leaving?! WHY?! But, I guess that's the reality of going on a two night hike. We're supposed to be going about 12 miles total with huge backpacks. But we'll have about two and a half days to do it. We should be fine.  I'm so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two presentations coming up in April. The two are for history and english. I need to get started on those! My problem isn't getting the information piled in the time limit. It's trying to make it entertaining that I have trouble with. I always seem to bore my classmates to death and I feel so bad. History and English is so boring though! AHH!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I still need to find a dress to wear that looks like Jane Austen.... ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-1634799444255612029?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1634799444255612029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=1634799444255612029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/1634799444255612029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/1634799444255612029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2009/03/8-more-weeks.html' title='8 More Weeks!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-5381603125930357367</id><published>2009-03-15T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:44:20.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so busy</title><content type='html'>I thought that spring break was going to be relaxing.... WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week the family went on vacation to California and went to Legoland and Knott's Berry Farm. It was so much fun! But now, it's back to reality. I've got loads of work to do. With schoolwork and my YW medallion recognition night coming up here's a list of what I have to have done by Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. take a picture of myself &lt;br /&gt;2. create seven displays for each of my value projects&lt;br /&gt;3. write a little "talk" about each of my projects&lt;br /&gt;4. write what the Personal Progress program means to me and how it's changed my life&lt;br /&gt;5. bake brownies&lt;br /&gt;6. come up with a good time to have a Mia Maid presidency meeting&lt;br /&gt;7. get started on making a dress for my English class&lt;br /&gt;8. write two paragraphs for an essay in English&lt;br /&gt;9. do 14 hours of community service by May 1st&lt;br /&gt;10. get my hair cut and colored&lt;br /&gt;11. get started on my presentation on Jane Austen (man, I have a lot of english homework to do!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, but DEFINATELY not least:&lt;br /&gt;12. I was just asked to give a talk on Sunday on "Magnifying Your Calling"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get all this stuff done by.... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/span&gt;???!?!?! That's impossible!!! AHHH!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-5381603125930357367?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5381603125930357367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=5381603125930357367' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/5381603125930357367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/5381603125930357367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-busy.html' title='so busy'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-7552927802420325615</id><published>2009-03-01T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T17:20:06.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's March!</title><content type='html'>Ahhh.... March. I love this time of year. It's not to hot, but not to cold. But, not only do I like the weather, I like that it's so close to the end of the school year. Once it hits March/ April, everyone at school starts getting summer fever! Instead of paying close attention in class, kids are talking about their summer plans, the seniors are talking about college and their life after graduation, and everyone's just excited to FINALLY GET A BREAK!!! :D &lt;br /&gt;     Now, don't get me wrong, school's... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt;.... But I wouldn't want to spend everyday there! Maybe it's just the homework that gets me all wound up. I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     But, aside from all the homework, I have a really strong feeling that next year is going to be so much better and a lot more fun! It's probably because I won't be taking p.e., I'll have two choirs (my favorite class in the world), and all of my eighth grade friends will finally be freshman. Or it could be that I'll be turning sixteen and that means my Sweet Sixteen party and DRIVING, da, da, da!!! It's going to be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Wow. That seems to be all that I've been talking about lately... school next year. It's just so exciting for me! There's all these new friends to meet and new adventures to experience. Well, it's that, and the fact that I can't think of anything else to write about. Nothing has really happened in my life that's worth talking about. &lt;br /&gt;     My grandparents left about a week ago and while they were here, my Nana cooked so much, that I swear I gained at least 5 pounds. So, over rodeo break (which has been the last four days) I've been trying to watch what I ate. I don't know if I've lost any weight... but I've been feeling a lot better. I have my energy back finally! I've been trying to watch my portion sizes and how often I snack. So, hopefully, I can lose some weight... wish me luck! You all should join me! My mom, dad, Austin, and I have been keeping our own food diaries of all the food we eat each day. Then after a week, we can look back and see what we should change in our diets. Like, eating less junkfood or eating more vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I think that's about it. Nothing else is really going on other than homework... And I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;KNOW&lt;span style="font- weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that you all don't want to hear about that. What a boring topic! Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-7552927802420325615?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7552927802420325615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=7552927802420325615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/7552927802420325615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/7552927802420325615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-march.html' title='It&apos;s March!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-7438089695553143526</id><published>2009-02-22T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T16:29:32.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>March 22nd</title><content type='html'>On March 22nd at 7pm, I am officially receiving my young woman's medallion! I am sooo excited! So, mark you calendars everyone... and come see me. Two other girls are getting recognized also. Courtney (a laurel) has already gotten her medallion but didn't receive a recognition night, so we're recognizing her. Julia (a laurel) is getting her medallion. She finished her personal progress about a week after me. And then, me, a mia maid. Truthfully, I have no clue how this whole thing is going to happen. All I know is that I might have to share my thoughts on Personal Progress and how it has helped me in my life. That sounds easy enough. But, as to everything else, I have no idea. Maybe it'll be a suprise.... hmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-7438089695553143526?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7438089695553143526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=7438089695553143526' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/7438089695553143526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/7438089695553143526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2009/02/march-22nd.html' title='March 22nd'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-2224975643470847353</id><published>2009-02-09T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T17:37:56.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged!</title><content type='html'>I have been tagged by my Aunt Patty! Apparently, I'm supposed to say six random things about myself... Well, here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My favorite color is RED!&lt;br /&gt;2. I wish people went to dances to meet new people and DANCE, instead of staying in their little groups and dancing with the same two girls over and over!&lt;br /&gt;3. Right now, I'm actually considering being a dental hygienist. &lt;br /&gt;4. My pet-peeve is when people think that choir is a "free elective"! UGH!&lt;br /&gt;5. I try to have perfect handwriting!&lt;br /&gt;6. I wish that I was more outgoing, just so that I could walk up to a random person, introduce myself, and not get embarrassed afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll add one more just for good measure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; need a new mattress.... hint,hint!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-2224975643470847353?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2224975643470847353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=2224975643470847353' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/2224975643470847353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/2224975643470847353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-3526553518598874338</id><published>2009-02-04T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:53:04.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EGO!</title><content type='html'>I hate a person with a big ego! It just frustrates me so much! Especially when it comes to singers. They all think that they're so amazing. Don't get me wrong, this is a great thing. You should feel confident about yourself. But, when it comes to a point where you're yelling at others because they say that you need to work on certain things... that's where I draw the line. I think you all know what I'm talking about now. Yes, the contestants on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;American Idol&lt;/span&gt;. I can't stand it when they hold up the show by yelling at the judges, begging for another chance, and crying and asking "WHY?!". When things like that happen, I just want to jump through the television and tell that person that they need to suck it up! Obviously, if you're being kicked off of the show, YOU ARE NOT A GOOD ENOUGH SINGER! What part of that don't people understand.... UGH!!! I hate it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-3526553518598874338?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3526553518598874338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=3526553518598874338' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/3526553518598874338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/3526553518598874338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2009/02/ego.html' title='EGO!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-6224288813298484306</id><published>2009-02-01T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T12:02:40.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning For Sophomore Year</title><content type='html'>School has gone by really fast this year. First semester flew by, and third quarter is already 3 weeks done. The freshman are starting pre-registration on the 5th for what classes we're going to take sophomore year. I'm really excited for the new school year. I'm still constantly learning about how the school works and where everything is. So, hopefully, next year I'll have a better idea of where to go and who to see about certain situations. I think that I'll be more confident next year about school, studying, teachers, and homework schedules. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot that will happen next year. I'll be in show choir and concert choir for one (YES! I'm really excited!). I'll be attending pre-zero seminary at 6am in order to take Algebra 2 zero hour. I'm going to be turning sixteen which means driving. Although, I won't be driving myself to school until after Austin graduates, he'll be a senior next year. I'll have to take the bus home on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays because Austin isn't taking a sixth hour class so he gets the car. Wow, I've got this whole thing figured out already and I still have about 55 days of school left! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a few more days until pre-registration and then everything will be finalized! YES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-6224288813298484306?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6224288813298484306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=6224288813298484306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/6224288813298484306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/6224288813298484306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2009/02/school-has-gone-by-really-fast-this.html' title='Planning For Sophomore Year'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-5432995586943943231</id><published>2009-01-22T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T16:58:09.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choir!</title><content type='html'>Okay... well I just have to say that Tuesdays and Thursdays are the best. I have my favorite class. Choir.... choir.... CHOIR!!!! I L-O-V-E it! Today we took pictures for a calendar that they're going to make. We took one serious, one funny, then a funny one for each section. GO 1ST SOPRANOS!!! Sorry, but I think that we're the best. It takes skills to sing a high C.... haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm in Treble Choir. This is pretty much just a beginning choir for all of the girls at the school. The guys are allowed to move on up to an advance choir because there's less of them, I know it's not fair, but that's the reality. I heard that the auditions were coming up for the two advanced choirs (concert choir and show choir). I really want to be in show choir!!! I'll have four electives next year instead of two this year, because sophomores don't take a history class and me and Austin are going to take pre-zero seminary (AT 6AM!) and a zero hour at school. Well, I'm going to audition... and I'm going to see if I can get into both choirs. That would be so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My electives for next year are going to be French 1, Health/Economy (those two classes are only a semester long), and the two choirs (if I can get into both of them). That's kinda what I'm aiming for at this moment. If I get a list of electives that are available, and there's something that's really interesting, I'll switch out one of the choirs for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not so happy about the 6am seminary thing. I'd have to wake up at 4:45! But, I love choir sooo much.... so it's all worth it! Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-5432995586943943231?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5432995586943943231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=5432995586943943231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/5432995586943943231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/5432995586943943231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2009/01/choir.html' title='Choir!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-2013437818193952649</id><published>2009-01-18T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T11:50:44.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STOLEN!</title><content type='html'>Okay, just ask yourself... "Would I steal someone's history textbook?" Now, you're probably telling yourself that that's a stupid question. Who would steal a textbook? That's exactly what I've been wondering for the past two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I had some history homework that I had to finish up before school started so I just brought my book to school. Well, I had finished it and I went and sat down in my normal seat in History. I decided that I might as well just use my book instead of the class set 'cause I had it anyways. So, that's what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first little assignment at the beginning of class required us to move around the room. So, I left my book open on my desk with my papers and my pencil inside. I thought that this would tell whoever walked by that I was coming back. Apparently this person was blind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back to my desk and my book wasn't there. I told my teacher and she announced to the class that my book had been taken. She told them, of course, that they weren't going to get in trouble; I just needed my book back. Well, no one fessed up to taking it. I told her that it wasn't a big deal, and that I would just wait until everyone turned in their books at the end of class and just take the one that was mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at the end of class she had one extra book. The problem was I didn't know which one was mine. They all looked the same! After about 15 minutes of searching through every single book for a familiar writing or a name, we gave up. My teacher just told me to pick the nicest one on the shelf. So now, I have a gross and dirty book that's been thrown on the floor and been touched my who-knows what....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would steal a textbook???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-2013437818193952649?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2013437818193952649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=2013437818193952649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/2013437818193952649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/2013437818193952649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2009/01/stolen.html' title='STOLEN!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-6000727921193141669</id><published>2009-01-12T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T15:19:30.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SWvO_0tq05I/AAAAAAAAAEY/dtHPdx7BKeo/s1600-h/IMG_3574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SWvO_0tq05I/AAAAAAAAAEY/dtHPdx7BKeo/s320/IMG_3574.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290549783154054034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SWvO_DfKMpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/M6thzK-fSN4/s1600-h/IMG_3577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SWvO_DfKMpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/M6thzK-fSN4/s320/IMG_3577.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290549769939858066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SWvO-mai0TI/AAAAAAAAAEI/4wM4i_rufG8/s1600-h/PICT0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SWvO-mai0TI/AAAAAAAAAEI/4wM4i_rufG8/s320/PICT0035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290549762135871794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is a shout out to one of my BEST FRIENDS Katie! I just had to put this picture up. Allie, thanks for taking it.... I think it's hilarious. We couldn't stop laughing while Allie was trying to take the picture, that's why we have these weird looks on our faces. HAH! I think we were trying to be ninjas or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other two are at Young Women in Excellence. Katie was kind enough to come and support us there. Even though she's not a member of the church, we all LOVE it when she comes to activities with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, go KATIE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-6000727921193141669?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6000727921193141669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=6000727921193141669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/6000727921193141669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/6000727921193141669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2009/01/shout-out.html' title='Shout Out!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SWvO_0tq05I/AAAAAAAAAEY/dtHPdx7BKeo/s72-c/IMG_3574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-2642867565671735574</id><published>2009-01-12T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T15:05:54.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Progress</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited! I've reached the point where I only have a few more goals to do in Personal Progress and then I will be DONE! I only have two goals for faith and my project; and two goals for Divine Nature and my project. I'm working on both projects as we speak. My faith project is reading the entire Book of Mormon cover to cover, something that I have not done before. And my Divine Nature project is planning and participating in the stake roadshow. I'm on the roadshow committee with three other youth from the ward, so we wrote the script, assigned parts, and we're in charge of a certain area in the roadshow (mine's blocking). I'm actually working on all four goals too. I'm hoping to finish before New Beginnings comes up on February 18th... I think that's the date... It's somewhere around there. My goal is to have all of Personal Progress DONE by FEBRUARY 7TH!!! You all can hold me to this goal. Check up on me then and make sure I have it done. Better yet, remind me a week before that I need to finish up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited to get my Young Women's medallion! YAY! I'm totally getting silver!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-2642867565671735574?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2642867565671735574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=2642867565671735574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/2642867565671735574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/2642867565671735574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2009/01/personal-progress.html' title='Personal Progress'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-1381303410263197661</id><published>2009-01-05T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:36:04.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What should I blog about?!</title><content type='html'>I'm having writers block. I apologize. But, I'll try and think of things that have happened since I last blogged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Well, today was our first day back to a new semester. I've been having some trouble with my English teacher and I REALLY wasn't excited to go back to her class. I tried to get out, but no luck. Not to mention that fact that she has us doing two projects at the moment (and one more starting next week). I'm really stressing out over this stuff. Thankfully my other teachers haven't given us that much homework (well, at least right now). But, I guess that's what you get when you're in three honors classes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Christmas was great! but it just felt different from any other year. I don't know why. The excitement and the "magic" just wasn't there. I kind of wish that we had family with us, but since we don't have family near by, I guess that's not possible without months of planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The New Years Eve dance came... and went. Once again, I was disappointed with the lack of dancing that was going on by yours truly. I don't know what the deal was with the guys in our stake. They'd come and walk to you, make eye contact, smile, and just when you think that they're going to ask you...... THEY WALK AWAY! Can you believe it? I danced four times. Twice with a guy named Tyler, once with a guy named Josh (both in my ward, by the way), and once with my dad. I was quite disappointed! I know what you're saying: "Oh, Molly! Just go ask a guy to dance! They'll say yes!" oh, oh, oh. I said that to myself plenty of times at the dance. But, it's really not that easy. I always feel bad for getting mad at the guys for not asking me to dance when I couldn't possibly ask one of them. It's terrifying! I don't know how they do it! But, still, come on guys. Ask the girls to dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Today, we went to the Village Inn for Reid's birthday. But, I'm sure that my mom will write about that and I'm really supposed to be doing homework right now. So, I'm going to go! Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-1381303410263197661?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1381303410263197661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=1381303410263197661' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/1381303410263197661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/1381303410263197661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-should-i-blog-about.html' title='What should I blog about?!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-4312672672978449659</id><published>2008-12-19T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T14:30:54.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry I...</title><content type='html'>haven't  been updating my blog lately. Truthfully, I hasn't even crossed my mind. I just finished taking my finals this past week. I think I did well on all of them... I hope. I'm now sitting at 5 A's and a B at the end of this semester. We're now on Christmas break for the next 2-3 weeks. I wish we had longer. I really DON'T want to go back, but that's not my decision of course. Yesterday, my friends Allie and Katie came over after school because we had a half day. We really didn't have anything to do so we went through old year books and showed each other our pictures from past years. It was really kinda funny to see how we've changed, even in this past year. We also took a few pictures that are... let's just say... goofy. My favorite is one of me and Katie with scarves on our head in ninja poses. I don't know what we were thinking. Ha! Afterwards, Allie went home and me and Katie went to Desert Sky for Drama. They're working on their play for January, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Midsummer's Nights Dream&lt;/span&gt;. I was totally into it! The acting has really grown since last year. I remember two years ago when me and Bryce Peterson had to do a love scene together and he totally didn't even want to hold my hand... and now he's hugging people and holding their hands in the play. I was offended! What's wrong with me! JK! It was great to see everyone again. I was going to take pictures, but whenever I got ready to take one, my camera would die... :( Oh! My birthday was also on the 5th. Whoa. I totally forgot to blog about that. I am now officially 15 years old. It really doesn't feel that different from 14 though and I can't say it's any different. Just another year. I also got a Facebook this past week. I never thought that I would get one. I always thought that it was a terrible, dark, evil place. And I can't say that  it's the BEST program ever...it's really not that fun. All you can do it email and post pictures. But it's just good to keep in touch with friends. I'm even friends with some of my leaders from church! Whoa. I'm hoping that over the break I can spend some time with my friends. Otherwise, I'll just be sitting at home eating chips and soda and watching chick flicks all day. Maybe I'll be getting up once or twice to check my email and then realize that no one sent me anything and then repeat the process an hour later. Oh, well. Some social life, right? Ha! My other goal is finishing my Personal Progress before the new value of Virtue comes out. I know it sounds bad... but I don't want to do the extra work. I'm almost done. I only have Divine Nature and half of Faith left to go. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-4312672672978449659?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4312672672978449659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=4312672672978449659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/4312672672978449659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/4312672672978449659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-sorry-i.html' title='I&apos;m sorry I...'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-2703182596952774225</id><published>2008-11-15T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:21:27.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=gubler" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Counters" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=gubler&amp;amp;s=odw" align="middle" hspace="4" vspace="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u="gubler"&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Free Counter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-2703182596952774225?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2703182596952774225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=2703182596952774225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/2703182596952774225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/2703182596952774225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2008/11/free-counter.html' title=''/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-4547072347646730473</id><published>2008-11-15T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:14:21.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SR9lnG8erqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/USUm2xDsdaY/s1600-h/IMG_3729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SR9lnG8erqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/USUm2xDsdaY/s320/IMG_3729.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269041811600354978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was Ryan's birthday on the November 9th. He's now 6 years old! When we moved here he was about 1 or 2. Whoa... time flies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-4547072347646730473?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4547072347646730473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=4547072347646730473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/4547072347646730473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/4547072347646730473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-was-ryans-birthday-on-november-9th.html' title=''/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SR9lnG8erqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/USUm2xDsdaY/s72-c/IMG_3729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-622056358598793035</id><published>2008-10-30T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T16:22:21.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero for a Class Period</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am now a hero! Well, just for my fourth period World History class. We got the grades of our essays back and I got a "D"!!! Can you believe it? Well, I didn't study &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;hard... so it's not that suprising. But ANYWAYS I got a "D"! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So, I took it home and looked over my mistakes (just like any good student would). And I noticed that there was one tiny... no.... HUGE problem in how my teacher graded it. I don't really feel like explaining it right now... but let's just say she counted up the points wrong. I would have actually recieved a "B"!!!! OMG!!! This was a big moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I went in during class and I asked some of my friends what they got on their essays and if I could take a look at them. They said yes, and I showed them what was wrong. I told them their correct score and (of course) they were pretty excited. I then went and told Ms. Cassidy what happened and she announced to the class that everyone's test was graded wrong. I raised up everyone's score about 2 letter grades! Whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I got a "B"!!!&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/7250854858875326509-622056358598793035?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/622056358598793035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=622056358598793035' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/622056358598793035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/622056358598793035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2008/10/hero-for-class-period.html' title='Hero for a Class Period'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-8839134959198398012</id><published>2008-10-20T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T15:57:25.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bum, bum, bum....</title><content type='html'>So, the other week we found out that someone hit our car in the school parking lot. I was FURIOUS! It left a dent in the back, on the driver's seat. It left scratches along the side of the car and part of the rear light broke off. The security at the school says that they are going to try and find the person who did it, but the chances of that happening are slim to none. So, almost everyday before and after school, I look around for white cars (there was white paint on our car) that look like they might have a bit of brown paint on them. I haven't caught anybody yet... but just you wait. When I find them.... they'll pay big time!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-8839134959198398012?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8839134959198398012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=8839134959198398012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/8839134959198398012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/8839134959198398012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2008/10/bum-bum-bum.html' title='bum, bum, bum....'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-4604955107762924055</id><published>2008-10-16T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T17:49:17.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, tons of people are bugging me to update my blog... so here we go..... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, nothing is really going on with me. I've been busy the last few days just doing homework like any other good high school student. I have a big essay coming up in my honors World History class about church in the Middle Ages and its influence on then and now. It's supposed to be 750 to 1000 words long. That's about 6 or 7 paragraphs, I guess. I'm really not that concerned about it; on the last essay I wrote, I recieved a 94%! So, it should be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One of my friends invited me to go to a concert in Pheonix called Phocson... (I really don't know how it's spelled) with her. But it just so happened to be on my birthday, DECEMBER 5TH!!! And my parents already bought tickets to see a play at the Gaslight Theatre, so, as much as I wanted to go, I said no. Truthfully, I'd rather spend the night watching a play with my parents and having a relaxing night, than going to a loud, crazy concert with friends. Not to offend them if they read this!!! Sorry guys!!! Hee hee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; I really can't think of anything else new at this exact moment. The only thing that I can think of is the fact that I really want to go back to my old middle school and visit all of my old friends. Oh, I miss them all so much! But, they're all coming to high school next year... so I only have to wait for a little bit longer. YAY!!!&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;See ya! Hopefully this was enough of an update for you guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7250854858875326509-4604955107762924055?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4604955107762924055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=4604955107762924055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/4604955107762924055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/4604955107762924055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2008/10/updating.html' title='Updating!!!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-7227118601033858814</id><published>2008-10-02T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T15:21:32.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to Utah....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SOVIwCZe_kI/AAAAAAAAADs/JWb3-MKy8Bo/s1600-h/DSCI0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SOVIwCZe_kI/AAAAAAAAADs/JWb3-MKy8Bo/s320/DSCI0020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252684530512232002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This past weekend, Dad took us kids to Utah. While there we visited Grandma. As soon as we walked in the front door, she was jumping up and down in her chair with excitement! I thought that it was the sweetest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SOVIwcaWY9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/dKCZfeIdFL4/s1600-h/DSCI0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SOVIwcaWY9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/dKCZfeIdFL4/s320/DSCI0022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252684537495184338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Dad and Grandma. Smile!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-7227118601033858814?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7227118601033858814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=7227118601033858814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/7227118601033858814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/7227118601033858814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2008/10/going-to-utah.html' title='Going to Utah....'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SOVIwCZe_kI/AAAAAAAAADs/JWb3-MKy8Bo/s72-c/DSCI0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-8551628095757270691</id><published>2008-09-22T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T16:13:10.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SNgkI2gmHrI/AAAAAAAAACs/yLo1r250Dv0/s1600-h/IMG_3174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SNgkI2gmHrI/AAAAAAAAACs/yLo1r250Dv0/s320/IMG_3174.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248985100190097074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few weeks ago (I think it was about two...) the Young Women in our ward went to the temple in Mesa. Here's a pic of the people who went. There are about 2-3 more young women who weren't able to come. It was really spiritual while we were there! We went to Arby's afterwards (a favorite of all of us!) and that was the REALLY FUN part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SNgkJVlICMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/C4n5nTMVSdc/s1600-h/IMG_3197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SNgkJVlICMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/C4n5nTMVSdc/s320/IMG_3197.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248985108530596034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Afterwards, we had a little picture session in front of the temple. This was the only decent pic of me.... let's just say the wind was blowing A LOT....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SNgkJjp2YqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/DLN2VR98lb4/s1600-h/IMG_3202.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SNgkJjp2YqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/DLN2VR98lb4/s320/IMG_3202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248985112308507298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a picture of me and my mom outside of the temple.&lt;div&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS!!!!!!!..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SNgkKL8BNjI/AAAAAAAAADE/yUEzFirb_68/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SNgkKL8BNjI/AAAAAAAAADE/yUEzFirb_68/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248985123122132530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was looking through our pictures today and found these! They're pictures from Austin's 16th birthday party. During the party me, Julia, and Josh (some of our friends) snuck upstairs and did this to Austin's room. We toilet- papered his room, threw streamers around, put candy and flower pedals on the bed, and hung up signs. It was a ton of fun! Austin knew something was up when we came back downstairs... but we stayed cool. After the party he went and looked at his room, and I thought it was just hilarious!!!! Heee, heee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SNgkKRZ8KdI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdsTi9m_sOQ/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SNgkKRZ8KdI/AAAAAAAAADM/xdsTi9m_sOQ/s320/008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248985124589808082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Austin and mom at the Resturant by the Gaslight Theatre called.... ugh, I just forgot. Oh, well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-8551628095757270691?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8551628095757270691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=8551628095757270691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/8551628095757270691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/8551628095757270691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2008/09/few-weeks-ago-i-think-it-was-about-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SNgkI2gmHrI/AAAAAAAAACs/yLo1r250Dv0/s72-c/IMG_3174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-394828574581940138</id><published>2008-09-09T19:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T19:57:36.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random News</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SMc0sjb34nI/AAAAAAAAACE/KmAISnEm-V8/s1600-h/IMG_3134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244218231127270002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SMc0sjb34nI/AAAAAAAAACE/KmAISnEm-V8/s320/IMG_3134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This past Saturday, I spent the day babysitting my brothers while my parents went to the temple. Or course Austin was there, but it was kind of like I was babysitting him too... Ha! This is Ryan eating some grapes. I asked the three boys to pose... and this is all they gave me. Oh well, it will have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SMc0tNGPbTI/AAAAAAAAACM/cRapDiMwdLw/s1600-h/IMG_3096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244218242310827314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SMc0tNGPbTI/AAAAAAAAACM/cRapDiMwdLw/s320/IMG_3096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As some of you know, my dad has gotten his own motorcycle. I think it's hilarious when I tell people he got one and then they say, "Oh. Well, don't worry. It's probably just one of those mid-life crisis things..." Ha! Ha! Isn't that funny? Why can't a grown man own a motorcycle? Who knows what's going through their minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SMc0t7RpSpI/AAAAAAAAACU/jKbYCVoyMLU/s1600-h/IMG_3127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244218254706690706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SMc0t7RpSpI/AAAAAAAAACU/jKbYCVoyMLU/s320/IMG_3127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While babysitting, the boys wanted to do a race... okay, I didn't participate. BUT I did act as the ref. They were JUST FINE with that! Here's Reid in the lead at the very beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SMc0uM1FZDI/AAAAAAAAACc/VBL7hoCB4D8/s1600-h/IMG_3135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244218259418735666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SMc0uM1FZDI/AAAAAAAAACc/VBL7hoCB4D8/s320/IMG_3135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid's showing off his... well, what used to be... grapes. He ate the last one before I could take his picture. The little stinker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SMc0uRip1OI/AAAAAAAAACk/-16ZI9RzUSg/s1600-h/IMG_3133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244218260683609314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SMc0uRip1OI/AAAAAAAAACk/-16ZI9RzUSg/s320/IMG_3133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh! And last, but not least, here's Chase.... swallowing a grape....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new has really happened at school. I'm still adjusting to each teacher, but everything's fine. One thing that surprised me was when I was in World History today and my teacher asked for another copy of my research essay. I asked if something was wrong.... and she said that her dog got it and tore it up! Talk about a "dog eating your homework"!!! Now I have to print off another copy. Oh well, it's only life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-394828574581940138?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/394828574581940138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=394828574581940138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/394828574581940138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/394828574581940138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2008/09/random-news.html' title='Random News'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SMc0sjb34nI/AAAAAAAAACE/KmAISnEm-V8/s72-c/IMG_3134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-7672640742523529206</id><published>2008-08-05T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:43:38.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Few Weeks of High School...</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been about 3 weeks since school started. I'm really suprised that I'm actually finding school boring! Normally, I love school and I look forward to going back every Monday. Now I dread the days.... I also have p.e. every other day for the whole year and I &lt;em&gt;NEVER &lt;/em&gt;look forward to that! Who would?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, seminary has started. I've been having a great time getting to know everyone. I'm doing a great job learning everyone's names (we never played any get-to-know you activities) and I'm very proud of myself. Hee! hee! Well, what came as a shock to me was when I talked to my bishop on Sunday. He said that my teacher wanted me to be the seminary class president for all of the freshman. I'm so excited! I've already made handouts for all of the other kids to fill out. I'm going to do a spotlight on them when it's their birthday, just so we can get to know them a little bit better. We haven't officially had a "real" seminary lesson yet, but I'm still excited!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday when I come to school, I just feel like I need to cover my eyes and ears! Have you ever felt that way? It's crazy how much stuff goes on. My brother would always tell me about some things that would happen, but I thought that he was just exaggerating. I can see that he's not.... I guess that the older you are, the worse things get. "Maybe"... I'll just get immune to what's going on around me. By the end of the year, I'll be able to tune everything out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already getting overwhelmed with all of the homework! I'm taking 3 honors classes and they're really loading it on. Well, my honors Geometry class really isn't that bad because I have an awesome teacher. He said that he doesn't believe in homework! Yes!!! But, my honors english teacher and honors world history teacher are BEST FRIENDS and they always give homework. They grade the same too. So, if you have a bad grade in one of the classes, chances are you have a bad grade in the other one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the first few days of school, we only had about 3 people (including me) sitting at our table. Now we have it up to about 6! I can't believe that I've made so many new friends. I thought that it was just going to be our regular group... but we've befriended a few people. One person that I'm really glad that I met had, apparently, moved here from North Carolina over the summer and didn't know anyone. I felt bad for not inviting her to sit with us at lunch earlier. I had seen her everyday, walking around by herself. So, I invited her to sit with us. She's really cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus is sooo crowded! People are sitting 3 to a seat and then there are still kids left over (without a seat)! So, EVERYDAY I'm always kicked off the bus because all of the seats are taken. Then I have to wait for one of the other buses to drive by and tell them I need a ride to the school. Ugh! I hate it! So, the other day, Austin said that he wanted to go get his license on Saturday morning. But apparently, they made this law that says: "you can't have more than one person that isn't related to you in the car until you've had your license for 6 months"... or something like that. i'd better go remind him to get his parking permit before they're all sold out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll talk to you later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-7672640742523529206?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7672640742523529206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=7672640742523529206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/7672640742523529206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/7672640742523529206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-few-weeks-of-high-school.html' title='The First Few Weeks of High School...'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-574185419556706476</id><published>2008-07-31T18:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T18:44:40.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Braces Are Off!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SJJpXnSYaTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2BrHw-nU_u0/s1600-h/IMG_2930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229357971734554930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SJJpXnSYaTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2BrHw-nU_u0/s320/IMG_2930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A few weeks ago I got my braces off! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;! At my orthodontist, they give you tokens for being on time, wearing the shirt they give you, etc. When you save up enough, you can turn them in for prizes. I hadn't used any of mine so I had a total of 87 tokens! That was enough for a 30 dollars worth of gift cards from Target. Shopping spree!!! Well, not really... how much can you get with 30 dollars? 2 shirts? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.... But on the plus side, I can finally floss my teeth in less than 30 minutes! Ha! I keep catching myself licking my teeth in the middle of school. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Oooo&lt;/span&gt;... it's so great!&lt;br /&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/7250854858875326509-574185419556706476?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/574185419556706476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=574185419556706476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/574185419556706476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/574185419556706476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2008/07/braces-are-off.html' title='Braces Are Off!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SJJpXnSYaTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2BrHw-nU_u0/s72-c/IMG_2930.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-162109012052833558</id><published>2008-07-19T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T19:19:18.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High School!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SIKaQvVIKsI/AAAAAAAAABk/6zGcqxSCv9A/s1600-h/DSCI0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224908130076863170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 1px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 37px" height="232" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SIKaQvVIKsI/AAAAAAAAABk/6zGcqxSCv9A/s320/DSCI0080.JPG" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224908140636290530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SIKaRWqsPeI/AAAAAAAAABs/dIS5cFJF23c/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SIKaRgao4OI/AAAAAAAAAB0/HqtPOBOxv3c/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224908143253315810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SIKaRgao4OI/AAAAAAAAAB0/HqtPOBOxv3c/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Hey everyone! Friday was my FIRST DAY of high school! I was looking through my pictures on the computer and saw these pictures of my friends that went to Disneyland with me. I realized that only three of them were going to the same school as me... and anothers were going to different schools or moving. Ohhhh..... how sad!!! But, I've realized what high school is all about. It's about making new friends. As I was sitting at home today, thinking about how my first day at school went, I realized that I was so terrible! Looking back, I can think of several people in my classes that didn't know anyone and were sitting alone. I could've introduced myself or something! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Other than that school was boring. The teachers were nice.... I guess. Lunch was boring, it was hot outside, and there was a lot of homework. It was a typical school day. Everyone is always saying that high school was the best time of their life. Well, from what I saw the other day, it's pretty boring. But, who knows, things could change once the school year begins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-162109012052833558?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/162109012052833558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=162109012052833558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/162109012052833558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/162109012052833558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2008/07/high-school.html' title='High School!!!!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SIKaQvVIKsI/AAAAAAAAABk/6zGcqxSCv9A/s72-c/DSCI0080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-5960671810561498074</id><published>2008-07-15T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T13:39:25.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kidney Stones</title><content type='html'>When we were at Girls Camp this past week we got a message saying that my dad wouldn't be coming up for testimony meeting. They didn't say why, but we didn't think it was a big deal. Well, on the way home, my mom called my dad and got some shocking news. My dad had been in the ER that night because of kidney stones. They had just come up so suddenly! I didn't know what to say! He said that he didn't want us to miss our testimony meeting to come see him, so he didn't call. We wouldn't have cared!!! I would've come down in a heart beat. He called Brother Peterson from church and he took him to the hospital. We are so thankful that Bro. Peterson would do that. Well, my dad is doing better now. He's on his meds and off the sugar.... I find it so funny because when my dad said he had to lay off the sugar, this line followed: "It's gonna be a sad life..." HA HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-5960671810561498074?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5960671810561498074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=5960671810561498074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/5960671810561498074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/5960671810561498074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2008/07/kidney-stones.html' title='Kidney Stones'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-8870985751689718835</id><published>2008-07-15T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T13:20:03.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Camp!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SH0EbN8HRiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0pdGcZWp3O4/s1600-h/DSCI0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223336008464418338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SH0EbN8HRiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0pdGcZWp3O4/s320/DSCI0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are some of the girls from our ward and Valencia Ward just being silly!!! I was being smushed because of all the girls sitting on me!!! (ouch...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SH0EbyhGuhI/AAAAAAAAABE/KHdyJ-s3IK0/s1600-h/DSCI0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223336018283248146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SH0EbyhGuhI/AAAAAAAAABE/KHdyJ-s3IK0/s320/DSCI0083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Us showing off our muscles!!! (Well, at least I am...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SH0EdwUOStI/AAAAAAAAABM/L1ztzFXdMD8/s1600-h/DSCI0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223336052052085458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SH0EdwUOStI/AAAAAAAAABM/L1ztzFXdMD8/s320/DSCI0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is all of the 3rd years at camp. You can see me and Kellie (in the green shirt) doing our super hero poses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SH0Eeg1DQ4I/AAAAAAAAABU/VauK39EGR4A/s1600-h/DSCI0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223336065074676610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SH0Eeg1DQ4I/AAAAAAAAABU/VauK39EGR4A/s320/DSCI0080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's me!!! You can see my mouth full of braces.... I should be getting them off in about 2 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SH0EfJ63JbI/AAAAAAAAABc/vsTIbgclsrc/s1600-h/DSCI0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223336076104902066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SH0EfJ63JbI/AAAAAAAAABc/vsTIbgclsrc/s320/DSCI0065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dad came and gave us a talk on Thursday afternoon. He brought pictures and chocolate!!! YUM! YUM! I loved his talk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It rained the whole entire week... but we were lucky that it didn't rain during any of our activities. Girls Camp was a BLAST and I think it was my favorite year. But, my favorite part of camp was testimony meeting when all of the girls from our ward (and Valencia Ward... the ward we broke off from) bore their testimonies. It was really spiritual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-8870985751689718835?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8870985751689718835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=8870985751689718835' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/8870985751689718835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/8870985751689718835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2008/07/girls-camp.html' title='Girls Camp!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SH0EbN8HRiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0pdGcZWp3O4/s72-c/DSCI0021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-4199151036753032728</id><published>2008-07-05T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T11:12:12.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week In Gilbert</title><content type='html'>These past few days I've been spending the night at my friend Amy's house in Gilbert.  They were kind enough to let me stay. We went to Sunsplash, a local water park, where I went on my first water slide!!! Whoo! At first I rebelled... but eventually they pushed me on and I had a blast. I ended up going three more times. It was a lot of fun but after 3 hours in the hot sun, we were wiped out. We went straight to bed.&lt;br /&gt;       The next day we went to their ward party for the Fourth of July. We were in the blazing hot sun for about two hours when we finally decided we would just walk home. I ended up taking a two hour nap after that. The sun was taking away all my energy.&lt;br /&gt;       That night Amy's family members came over to celebrate the holiday and they had a big barbecue. There was so much food they probably have enough left overs for a month!&lt;br /&gt;       Let me just say that I had sooo much fun there! I hope I can go back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-4199151036753032728?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4199151036753032728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=4199151036753032728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/4199151036753032728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/4199151036753032728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2008/07/week-in-gilbert.html' title='A Week In Gilbert'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-7197128871647573329</id><published>2008-07-01T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T18:45:14.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EFY (Especially For Youth)</title><content type='html'>It's hard to describe this expirience. Last week I had the opportunity to go to Especially for Youth in Flagstaff. It was so much fun to be able to go to a camp that had all LDS kids and councilors. Our councilors were the greatest!!! Their names were Sarah and Dan (we called him "Dan the Lady's Man".... because all the girl councilors LOVED him). They were hilarious and they helped everyone get the most they could out of EFY.&lt;br /&gt;  The dances were positively amazing! It was great because all of the kids were actually dancing! I was asked to dance about 6 times every dance (which doesn't normally happen). Everyone was so friendly and made easy conversation.&lt;br /&gt;  We were separated into companies (or groups) of about 20- 30 people. They also separated it by age (14-15... 16-18). My group was fantastic!!! I met so many new people and hopefully I'll see them again at future EFY sessions. One person that was an especially great friend was this guy named Brent. He would always put away our trays and push in our chairs. He would also make sure that everyone was included. It was great!&lt;br /&gt;   The expirience was also very spiritual. We had several classes everyday on any subject we wanted. The speakers were mostly church writers or seminary teachers. I learned so much and took so many notes.&lt;br /&gt;   There is so much more to talk about... but I just don't have the time to write it all down! If you really want a good spiritual and fun expirience I would seriously encourage you to go to EFY for yourself. It will be a life changing expirience for you. I know it was for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-7197128871647573329?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7197128871647573329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=7197128871647573329' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/7197128871647573329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/7197128871647573329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2008/07/efy-especially-for-youth.html' title='EFY (Especially For Youth)'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-2201715172137752334</id><published>2008-06-28T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T19:12:26.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SGbvLDgiKLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GiHWhxYQJCc/s1600-h/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217120191554660530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SGbvLDgiKLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GiHWhxYQJCc/s320/062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Amy and I at Bahama Bucks in Gilbert!!! YUM, YUM!!! Amy's on the left and I'm on the right (just in case you didn't know!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SGbuTWRy4DI/AAAAAAAAAAU/c8b2RHPQUWk/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217119234520440882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SGbuTWRy4DI/AAAAAAAAAAU/c8b2RHPQUWk/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is me and my friend Amy from Gilbert, AZ!!! We're at a picnic and it was really cold outside! BRRR!!!! Amy and I felt like we were going to freeze to death!!! UGH!!! Amy's staying with us for a couple days and she's helping me make this blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7250854858875326509-2201715172137752334?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2201715172137752334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=2201715172137752334' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/2201715172137752334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/2201715172137752334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2008/06/amy.html' title='Amy!!!!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SGbvLDgiKLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GiHWhxYQJCc/s72-c/062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250854858875326509.post-5714410445859838870</id><published>2008-06-28T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T18:35:20.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola Amigos!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SGbmZ_NwjOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wl44_F-fsvY/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217110552495557858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SGbmZ_NwjOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wl44_F-fsvY/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey! What's up everyone? Thanks for looking at my blog! Just to warn you... it may be a little boring. But, hey, you might like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is an awesome pic of me at the broadway play "25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee". Look at my awesome trophy!!! JK, it was hooked to the desk with a cord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250854858875326509-5714410445859838870?l=mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5714410445859838870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250854858875326509&amp;postID=5714410445859838870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/5714410445859838870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250854858875326509/posts/default/5714410445859838870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2008/06/hola-amigos.html' title='Hola Amigos!!!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209929697965938034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/TDpdMJoxkXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaGM4SNjno/S220/IMG_6930.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DttEzPRry2A/SGbmZ_NwjOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wl44_F-fsvY/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
