<?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-2852727545854335154</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:07:35.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendships</title><subtitle type='html'>this blog was to tell every body that u can have friendships with both gender but at the same time have a relationship with someone at the same time. over the next ten weeks i will be talking about my friendships with my girl friends and my guy friends, but me at the same time having a relationship with a guy too.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missgrand-grand.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852727545854335154/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgrand-grand.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miss Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01215538991019577096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/SYyLQpBGwdI/AAAAAAAAABY/Y7vpG5n7BbU/S220/n1163930711_287988_8798.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2852727545854335154.post-4433134871952466646</id><published>2009-05-05T15:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T16:05:56.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>man what would i do in,life if i did have them in it!!</title><content type='html'>man what would my life be like if i did not have the ones who love me the most around! i think i would be a lose soul at in this world trying to get by! see im a full time college student rite now i have no job no income cuming in for me! so basically im livin off of my financial  aid money for the time until i can find a job but how would that last! i go out all the time i eat out like mostly everyday!! man if the ones who say they love me was noot around i dont know what i would do! life is so hard rite now! i have a car bill rent and alot the other fun bills that cum with u livin on your on! it not like i pay for everything buy mii self i do have roomate mii closetes firends! we do everything together! when u c one u r most likely to c the other two! man what would i do with out them! in mii life i love them so much! if i dont call my mom to tell her everyday that i love her which by the way i dont! i need to ! i really think GOD is tryin to teach me sum thing bout life because i laway thought life was going to be so mush fun with been aorund my mother which it is im not going to lie bout that but when times get hard who do yall think i run to not mommy mii fiends! thats what they r there for when u need then they will b there for u!! if u got sum like i do! but im out! stayin bless everyday! livin one day at a time!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2852727545854335154-4433134871952466646?l=missgrand-grand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missgrand-grand.blogspot.com/feeds/4433134871952466646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missgrand-grand.blogspot.com/2009/05/man-what-would-i-do-inlife-if-i-did.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852727545854335154/posts/default/4433134871952466646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852727545854335154/posts/default/4433134871952466646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgrand-grand.blogspot.com/2009/05/man-what-would-i-do-inlife-if-i-did.html' title='man what would i do in,life if i did have them in it!!'/><author><name>Miss Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01215538991019577096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/SYyLQpBGwdI/AAAAAAAAABY/Y7vpG5n7BbU/S220/n1163930711_287988_8798.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2852727545854335154.post-4340600069684132895</id><published>2009-03-18T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:17:34.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~~What is the Purpose of Blogging~~</title><content type='html'>Well blogging to me is simple; you can just talk about anything you want on a blog site. According to the First Amendment (Freedom of Speech), you can say whatever you want on a blog site. Blogging was fun, and a great experience. Whatever you post on blog a site is your opinion. Blogs are like open journals to the public. Anyone can make a blog site and keep putting up posts about whatever they want; it is their opinion. Blog site are made for people to communicate with one another on different topic. Therefore when someone blogs they are simply using a different source of communication tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"  href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/ScEdOamku0I/AAAAAAAAADo/x2VaTNsI9Vc/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/ScEdOamku0I/AAAAAAAAADo/x2VaTNsI9Vc/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314561168770382658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can stop a blogger blogging his/her opinion? Well no really because everybody have that right to freedom of speech. Everyone blogs they just don’t know it. When ever get on &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/"&gt;MySpace&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;FaceBook&lt;/a&gt; your blogging. You’re communicating with your Friends, Classmate, and Colleague. Trying to stay up to day with everything, like what is happening in or around the City. Some people blog as a hobby and most just do it and don’t even know that they are blogging. When I first found out that I have been blogging for a long time, I did not believe it, because I when I started my blog own blog post on www.bloggers .com, I did not know how to blog, come to find out that I have been blogging ever since I was in middle school, isn’t  that funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/ScEc6HdPhgI/AAAAAAAAADg/YQtNc7z2Yjw/s1600-h/facebook-spam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/ScEc6HdPhgI/AAAAAAAAADg/YQtNc7z2Yjw/s320/facebook-spam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314560820033586690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you blog about different topic have also can comment on different blogs too. So you can tell what you think about that blog, what was interesting and anything else you want to say, it’s your opinion. Alyssa Gartner once said “blogging is a great way to express your feelings by writing small essay-like blog”. Blogs are more so like essay but much smaller and they have links and pictures, lots of pictures. It is not one blog out there on the web that you will not find pictures on, fewer words more pictures. The pictures give the reader more to look forward to, rather reading everything. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/ScEcutjZnDI/AAAAAAAAADY/auIqu5ajLp8/s1600-h/blogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/ScEcutjZnDI/AAAAAAAAADY/auIqu5ajLp8/s320/blogs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314560624101530674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogs have this affect on the way people live, how they act, and some blogs might even affect different people’s culture. Blog sites are nothing more than someone writing their opinion about something. This can have an effect on how people live in this world today. Shannon once said “people use blogs to spread news around, for jobs, and just to check up on people’s daily lives.” When post a blog about a finding a job is easy you just have to know which site to post it on. People will stay up on blog site talk trash about someone else life. Who really care about how someone else is living, as long as you’re living your own life. Does it really matter to the rest of the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 weeks ago, I thought, I would never wrote a blog post in my life. But now that I am somewhat getting the hang of blogging I would keep on writing on my blog topic and going online to read and comment on others blogs also. I was able to show the world how I feel about my friends. For most part of the quarter I wrote about my friendship, but toward the end of it I started to open my eyes up to different topics. That was a great experiences for me because I try to feel someone else shoes. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, blogging can be use to simply express what is on your mind. Blogging is a source of communicating with the one around you and just staying up to date on different thing. Blogging is not made to a trash talk web site but some people be on there all night long talking trash about someone else live. Whenever you are looking for a new job try getting on a blog site to look for one, you might find something that catches your eyes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Works Cited&lt;br /&gt;Gartner, Alyssa S. “the purpose of blogging.” My Best Friend, Heather. 10 March 2008. 14     March 2009. http://notcreativeindividual.blogspot.com/2008/03/purpose-of-blogging.html&lt;br /&gt;Shannon. “Fighting with a webloging “A-listers.” College and Everything that comes with it. 31 May 2007. 14 March 2009 http://collegeadeverythingthatcomeswithit.blogspot.com/2007/05/fighting-with-webloging-listers.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2852727545854335154-4340600069684132895?l=missgrand-grand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missgrand-grand.blogspot.com/feeds/4340600069684132895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missgrand-grand.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-is-purpose-of-blogging.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852727545854335154/posts/default/4340600069684132895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852727545854335154/posts/default/4340600069684132895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgrand-grand.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-is-purpose-of-blogging.html' title='~~What is the Purpose of Blogging~~'/><author><name>Miss Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01215538991019577096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/SYyLQpBGwdI/AAAAAAAAABY/Y7vpG5n7BbU/S220/n1163930711_287988_8798.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/ScEdOamku0I/AAAAAAAAADo/x2VaTNsI9Vc/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2852727545854335154.post-7357024327762385464</id><published>2009-03-13T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:27:04.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last w33k</title><content type='html'>well I guess I was not I could feel different about some one else writing on my blog and my topic because everyone has a friend that they want to tell people about and it was okay to me when someone else wrote about there friend on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to write on somebody else blog. it was fun to me because I know what to write about because I an OSU Student myself. I would like if more people would write about my blog topic because that show me they don't have a problem about writing about other things, they wont have to just talk about one thing all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the question came up in class about my space being invade. No because I will wont more people to take time on of there on blogs to just go around to different people blog to write about what ever there topic is on. that is just me and my opinion because a lot of people will not someone else writing on their blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2852727545854335154-7357024327762385464?l=missgrand-grand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missgrand-grand.blogspot.com/feeds/7357024327762385464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missgrand-grand.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-i-guess-i-was-not-i-could-feel.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852727545854335154/posts/default/7357024327762385464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852727545854335154/posts/default/7357024327762385464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgrand-grand.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-i-guess-i-was-not-i-could-feel.html' title='Last w33k'/><author><name>Miss Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01215538991019577096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/SYyLQpBGwdI/AAAAAAAAABY/Y7vpG5n7BbU/S220/n1163930711_287988_8798.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2852727545854335154.post-6184889743480947195</id><published>2009-03-06T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T10:48:02.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Blogging Experiment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Danielle and I have been friends going on for 3 years.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We can talk about anything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just relate to her and she relates to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I just had her over for dinner today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We normally meet about once a week for dinner at each other’s houses.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We met at our job.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We got hired on the same day and we had orientation together and we had training together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I remember those days just like it was yesterday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is one of those people that will tell you how she feels.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s why we became good friends.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She has a big mouth and I guess that rubbed off on me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I kind of used to be shy and she made me express my self not shy to talk to others.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We don’t work at the same job anymore, but you better believe that we have dinner once a week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Never miss it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The funny thing is that friends can come in many different ways.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t know how to act around her because I thought if I said something she would take it the wrong way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She knows how I am and I know how she is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The only reason why I was scared of what I say around her was because she is black and I am white.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s what’s so great about this country we can be friends to who ever we want; no matter the color of their skin.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s why America is so great.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just because the skin color is different doesn’t mean that they don’t like the same things that you like or the same things that you don’t like.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I would do anything for her and she would do anything for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess that’s why we get along so good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She’s just a great friend; I think to myself what would I do with out her&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2852727545854335154-6184889743480947195?l=missgrand-grand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missgrand-grand.blogspot.com/feeds/6184889743480947195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missgrand-grand.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-as-osu-student.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852727545854335154/posts/default/6184889743480947195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852727545854335154/posts/default/6184889743480947195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgrand-grand.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-as-osu-student.html' title='Guest Blogging Experiment'/><author><name>Miss Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01215538991019577096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/SYyLQpBGwdI/AAAAAAAAABY/Y7vpG5n7BbU/S220/n1163930711_287988_8798.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2852727545854335154.post-4218105610721913608</id><published>2009-02-27T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T09:14:19.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/SagebTIKoMI/AAAAAAAAACg/HrDEnTMHZRE/s1600-h/nl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307525615195955394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/SagebTIKoMI/AAAAAAAAACg/HrDEnTMHZRE/s320/nl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well i know this dont have any thing to do with my blog topic but i just thought i would say that i thought about giving up on my old life and make plans to make a new life.. im not saying that i will leave everybody behind but some people i will the most importan people i will keep around.. i just got to the point that i nned to change my life.. its just not going the way i want it to go. see everyone is always making me realize that i will never be happy if i dont do any thing to make my &lt;a href="http://www.life.com/Life/"&gt;life &lt;/a&gt;just right for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/SageMqvKe4I/AAAAAAAAACY/t-eydUK_uGU/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307525363835501442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/SageMqvKe4I/AAAAAAAAACY/t-eydUK_uGU/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me and my girls will always be close but it time for me to let everyone do them and i do me.. i just got to this point that know one cares for me as i think they do.. im not sayin they care dont care it is the vibe that they show to me sum time.. that make me feel this way.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;like every friendship we go through are little prblems!! who dont? if you dont have problem in your friendship i give it up to yall!! becuase i feel that i have them days were i need to be bye myself some times!!   my girls are always there for me  but i just dont know how to tell them that i need to go my own way now.. i have them days where i just want to up and leave.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as far back as i could remember every time i have a problem i will up and run from it.. i just need to talk to them and let them know how i feel!! I THINK THAT WILL BE FOR THE BEST!! NEW LIFE&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/2852727545854335154-4218105610721913608?l=missgrand-grand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missgrand-grand.blogspot.com/feeds/4218105610721913608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missgrand-grand.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-life.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852727545854335154/posts/default/4218105610721913608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852727545854335154/posts/default/4218105610721913608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgrand-grand.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-life.html' title='new life'/><author><name>Miss Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01215538991019577096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/SYyLQpBGwdI/AAAAAAAAABY/Y7vpG5n7BbU/S220/n1163930711_287988_8798.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/SagebTIKoMI/AAAAAAAAACg/HrDEnTMHZRE/s72-c/nl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2852727545854335154.post-2169017014926076146</id><published>2009-02-20T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T08:41:04.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OFF TOPIC!!!!</title><content type='html'>This blog is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Broadway Bound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" Heather a classmate of mine wrote a few days ago. See my teacher told us to go off topic for this blog and i chose Heather's "Broadway Bound" because she when i was young i use to go see show being played at the Vets. Memorial  in downtown Columbus. one year when i was young i remember my school took a field trip to go see&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4-L6rEm0rnY"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;CATS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/SZ7cpz56ObI/AAAAAAAAACA/LWqrc_0L7t4/s1600-h/EEE.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 167px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/SZ7cpz56ObI/AAAAAAAAACA/LWqrc_0L7t4/s320/EEE.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304920021954869682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice show to see, like Heather said "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I know to most people, performers dressed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;as cats, crawling, jumping, acting as cats would do in every day life might seem silly, but really it was a well based story line&lt;/span&gt;!" when i went to see this i was thinking the same thing like why i am i really paid to see this show any ways i could of had stayed home for all this; but in the end it turned out to be a good show it will go back it see it again if it ever come back to Columbus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather also talks about how her and her sister would take small vacation to New York just to see a show. that is lovely because you can have the whole family thing going on.. One day i will go to New York to see a musical performance but not right now.. i know New York is some place where all the Performance happened at.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/SZ7c-4Pv0RI/AAAAAAAAACI/zeLISZWzuOc/s1600-h/BR.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/SZ7c-4Pv0RI/AAAAAAAAACI/zeLISZWzuOc/s320/BR.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304920383897456914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she also talks about how she sometimes have to keep nudging her dad just keep him away and he also some time stay awake from the loud music playing in the back ground.that's funny ha ha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2852727545854335154-2169017014926076146?l=missgrand-grand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missgrand-grand.blogspot.com/feeds/2169017014926076146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missgrand-grand.blogspot.com/2009/02/off-topic.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852727545854335154/posts/default/2169017014926076146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852727545854335154/posts/default/2169017014926076146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgrand-grand.blogspot.com/2009/02/off-topic.html' title='OFF TOPIC!!!!'/><author><name>Miss Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01215538991019577096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/SYyLQpBGwdI/AAAAAAAAABY/Y7vpG5n7BbU/S220/n1163930711_287988_8798.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/SZ7cpz56ObI/AAAAAAAAACA/LWqrc_0L7t4/s72-c/EEE.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2852727545854335154.post-8211988918340358541</id><published>2009-02-16T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T07:59:21.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE HELL OF A WEEKEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/SZ7S1-4GgoI/AAAAAAAAABw/E598kjhKjzc/s1600-h/friday-the-13th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/SZ7S1-4GgoI/AAAAAAAAABw/E598kjhKjzc/s320/friday-the-13th.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304909235942228610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As everyone knew that last weekend was Valentine day; well i did not have a date so i just mostly hung out with my girl Leanne she was with me all day long and I thank her for that..even though she had two guys who want her to spend time with them she stayed with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well here is how are day started. she got much early then me because she kept getting phone calls from a lot of people.. i woke up around 11am chilled around the house for a few hours watching t.v. then LEE came into the front room telling me how her friend keep calling her on some fuck shit that she did not want to hear at all.. After that i started to flat iron my hair so i can at lease look cute for that day.. we decided to go to the movies to see &lt;a href="http://www.fridaythe13thmovie.com/"&gt;Friday the 13th&lt;/a&gt;.. while we was buying our tickets we ran into another one of are friend and her family it we good because it was like the old days when we had girls night out... the movie was so good Jason did some things that u would nerve known that he had ever did before..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/SZ7TGrAozxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7ZTPXLnT4wA/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 159px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/SZ7TGrAozxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7ZTPXLnT4wA/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304909522667097874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after the movies i drop Ashley off at home( her moms). me and Leanna did not ave any thing to do because we had to wait on Joe who was riding back to Newark with us so Leanna called up one of her friends  and he ask her if she could meet her some where.. they met up he got her some goody if u know what i mean.. while they was in the car behind me i was stuck in the car all alone no one to talk to no nothing.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;We went to get Joe and came home at like 2 in the morning.. even though i did not have a date for that night i still had fu with my girls.. you dig!!!&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/2852727545854335154-8211988918340358541?l=missgrand-grand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missgrand-grand.blogspot.com/feeds/8211988918340358541/comments/default' title='Post 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/SZ7S1-4GgoI/AAAAAAAAABw/E598kjhKjzc/s72-c/friday-the-13th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2852727545854335154.post-8646698267869467007</id><published>2009-02-12T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T11:19:58.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 08 reason for what makes a good friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Honest- some one who will not stabb you in the back.. some one who will have your back through thick in thin.. down for what ever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;trusth-some one who you can trusth with your life(thats just me)..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;respectful-that is going to respect you as a person and someone who will alway no matter what be down for just about any thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;be real- that person has to be real all the time.. some one is nasty towards me will never have a place n my life.. i want some who friendship will go to the end of the world and back with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://party.lovetoknow.com/Party_City"&gt;love to party&lt;/a&gt;- me i love to party and have fun... a good friend would love to do the same with me.. some one who will love to go to the clubs, party not some one who always want to sit a home all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;not judgmental- someone who will not be some judgmental all the time.  someone will not care how u look.. how u act.. or care where u come from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;great advice give-like someone who will alway be there for me when i really need them the most. if i am going through ruff times i will need them the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;loyal-someone who will never lay to me.. someone who will alway tell me if some thing is wrong with the way i be acting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2852727545854335154-8646698267869467007?l=missgrand-grand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missgrand-grand.blogspot.com/feeds/8646698267869467007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missgrand-grand.blogspot.com/2009/02/top-08-reason-for-what-makes-good.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852727545854335154/posts/default/8646698267869467007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852727545854335154/posts/default/8646698267869467007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgrand-grand.blogspot.com/2009/02/top-08-reason-for-what-makes-good.html' title='Top 08 reason for what makes a good friend'/><author><name>Miss Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01215538991019577096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/SYyLQpBGwdI/AAAAAAAAABY/Y7vpG5n7BbU/S220/n1163930711_287988_8798.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2852727545854335154.post-6867639235552998342</id><published>2009-02-06T09:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T11:00:40.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day of Fun (ZOOMBEZI BAY)</title><content type='html'>What does it mean to have true friends? See I have this relationship with 4 special girls that I have known for a long time now. These girls mean a lot to me, being friends with these girl had made me realize that you only get a once in a life time friend, But for me I got 4 of them. We got this bond that I think know one got like us. See I would do anything for these girls. I would go to the end of the world for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/SYyEP88VE-I/AAAAAAAAABA/1nwEqfe1O2Y/s1600-h/n1163930711_287972_6847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/SYyEP88VE-I/AAAAAAAAABA/1nwEqfe1O2Y/s320/n1163930711_287972_6847.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299756271100302306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leanne, Ashley, Carmelle, and Jalisa have been there for me when I have a problem. I know if would to do some dumb thing they would come to help me out at anytime. I would do the same for them. We are always having fun together, when I live in back in Columbus we would go out on the town and just hang. But it was this one day back in the summer where we all needed a break from work and just kick back an have fun. I really don’t know who came up with this day of fun but it was great though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was back in July of 2008 I had been working all summer long and hard to. All I know was that I need to get away from everything and plus I had not seen my girls since everyone’s Graduation parties. So it was a Wednesday when I got the call from Ashley and she told me that everyone was going to&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/SYyFGT0fbZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U0MdfRCIJ94/s1600-h/500px-Zoombezi_Bay_Entrance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/SYyFGT0fbZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U0MdfRCIJ94/s320/500px-Zoombezi_Bay_Entrance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299757204954377618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://http://www.discoveramerica.com/ca/ohio/zoombezi-bay.html"&gt;Zoombezi bay&lt;/a&gt; on Saturday. I was like okay well I don’t have to work that day so it was cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the week went on and Friday came I got off of work went home rest for a little while then I meet Ashley, Carmelle and Jalisa up at Grant hospital because that was where they was working over the summer. When I got there I had to wait for them to get off of work because I was early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they got off at around 3pm and then me, Jalisa and Carmelle went to the bank while Ashley went off to her boyfriend house. After the bank Carmelle call John (her baby daddy) to come get us so we can go to Town n Country because Jalisa had lost of drivers license like the week before so she had to go get a new one. After that we went to Jalisa house where I stab myself in the foot with a bobby pin. That was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melle call john to take us to Kroger on Main Street. On our way to Kroger’s melle, john, lili and some other dude that john had in the car with him was fight on the way to the place. We also went to &lt;a href="http://www.walmart.com/catalog/catalog.gsp?cat=164064&amp;fromPageCatId=133195&amp;catNavId=133195"&gt;Wal-Mart to find swim suites&lt;/a&gt;. After that we all went different ways. The next day Leanne came to get me from my house we went back to her place and hung out there for a while  waiting on the rest of the crew to get there. &lt;br /&gt;They got to Leanne house around 1pm in the afternoon we suppose to be at the park about that time but they wanted to take all day to come to Leanne’s house. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/SYyEiSa6YDI/AAAAAAAAABI/ve9JD6aEnhc/s1600-h/n1416450207_30021402_2545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/SYyEiSa6YDI/AAAAAAAAABI/ve9JD6aEnhc/s320/n1416450207_30021402_2545.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299756586103365682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But we still had other places to go too. Jalisa they only one who bring a date with her. Her no good of a boyfriend who got mad at her on the way her and plus stayed mad at her the whole time. He was making everyone else mad too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun with all the thing s was going on though. This day I wound never forget for nothing. That day I had the time of my life just because I was around the people I love very much. My girls are a part of my family now. I did not want that day to ever end, but it had to because Ashley skin started to lump up and she call her mom and her told her that she need to go to the hospital right away. Lucky it was nothing that bad because she is her with us today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we had to leave I did not want to go for nothing because I know I would not see my girls any way soon after that and I did not see them. The next time I seen them was we came together to found us a place to live down in Newark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion real friends are hard to find. So I am glad I found them while I am still young we can grow old together. I had fun a lot with them girl they brighten up my day every time I am around them. That day I would never forget this is something I would always look back on and just say wow we really had fun on that day. I hope they do not forget it neither.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2852727545854335154-6867639235552998342?l=missgrand-grand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missgrand-grand.blogspot.com/feeds/6867639235552998342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missgrand-grand.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-of-fun-zoombezi-bay.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852727545854335154/posts/default/6867639235552998342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852727545854335154/posts/default/6867639235552998342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgrand-grand.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-of-fun-zoombezi-bay.html' title='The Day of Fun (ZOOMBEZI BAY)'/><author><name>Miss Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01215538991019577096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/SYyLQpBGwdI/AAAAAAAAABY/Y7vpG5n7BbU/S220/n1163930711_287988_8798.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/SYyEP88VE-I/AAAAAAAAABA/1nwEqfe1O2Y/s72-c/n1163930711_287972_6847.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2852727545854335154.post-6842001686492573991</id><published>2009-01-29T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:37:05.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the weekend that i had with one of my guy friends</title><content type='html'>it was Saturday afternoon when i went to go get my friend BJ. he live in Columbus. i went by myself my first time ever driving my car by myself with no one in the car with me. ti was kind of scary but i had to learn how to drive by myself one why not start now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well we got back to my place safe and sound.. so we was setting at the house with leanne and ashley trying to find out what we was bout to do for the night.. so we got up and drove around to the mall window shopping. we went back home for a few hours and then we went &lt;a href="http://www.bowl.com/"&gt;bowling&lt;/a&gt; we tried to get the people down the street from us to go but they was acting funny so we just went by our self. we had fun the restof the night..until we went to this party, every body was in there drinkin but BJ went my to far when he got drunk. he was making me mad. he was to gone.. so we went home after the party but my big borther want us to come over to his house and chill out for the rest of the night but all because BJ was so drunk i was not leaving him at my place by himself.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/SYMshKdADZI/AAAAAAAAAAo/M6qRe6PuRF4/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 87px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/SYMshKdADZI/AAAAAAAAAAo/M6qRe6PuRF4/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297126534971133330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could not wait to get him back to columbus.. if you are going to be my friend please tell me that you are a drunk because if i have to find out on mu own i will be so mad at you.. so i got up around 10 in the morning to take him home we driving and he breaks leannes mp3 player that made me even more mad at him. i drop him off and have not talk to him ever since last Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it not that i do not want to talk to him it is that he made me so mad at him so i am giving him some time to think about what he had done to me.. me and lee,lil bit got back home and lee had to tell me some more stuff about what BJ was talking about me the her and said that i was grimme because i did not want o take him to the party but when i call my big borther i want to go.. i don't think i did anything worng for that. lee treid to tell him it was more to it then me not wanting to go with out Don to the party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2852727545854335154-6842001686492573991?l=missgrand-grand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missgrand-grand.blogspot.com/feeds/6842001686492573991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missgrand-grand.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend-that-i-had-with-one-of-my-guy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852727545854335154/posts/default/6842001686492573991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852727545854335154/posts/default/6842001686492573991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgrand-grand.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend-that-i-had-with-one-of-my-guy.html' title='the weekend that i had with one of my guy friends'/><author><name>Miss Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01215538991019577096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/SYyLQpBGwdI/AAAAAAAAABY/Y7vpG5n7BbU/S220/n1163930711_287988_8798.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/SYMshKdADZI/AAAAAAAAAAo/M6qRe6PuRF4/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2852727545854335154.post-902344496517665222</id><published>2009-01-20T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T11:01:03.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE WEEKEND !!!!</title><content type='html'>last weekend me and my girls had a girls nite out, but it really was not a girls nite out because melle's baby dad came with us so it was more like us hanging but john therewith us. it was cool because john is a cool person. we all went to the movies to go see &lt;a href="http://www.mybloodyvalentinein3d.com/"&gt;My Bloody Valentine &lt;/a&gt;in 3d. it was a scary movie but it had it funny parts to it. we had fun that nite. after the movies we all went back to melle's house with out john.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back home and chill out all nite watching more moives that we had got from Wal- mart early that day. we all stayed out but i was to frist one who went to bed first. the next morning leanne got this dumb ideal for everybody to get the kids i had my nicce and leanne had her nephew, ash had her god daugther, and melle had her son. the ages ranged from 4 month to 3 years old. this was a bad ideal rigth. but we all had a good time. we bring the kids back to newark to are apartment. they ran throght the house like we was at the park or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what ture friendship means when yall rea hanging out just having fun with one another. taking time out to also be with are love ones. this weekend  i don't plan on geting any kids because it is all about me this weekend doing grown people business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2852727545854335154-902344496517665222?l=missgrand-grand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missgrand-grand.blogspot.com/feeds/902344496517665222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missgrand-grand.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852727545854335154/posts/default/902344496517665222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852727545854335154/posts/default/902344496517665222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgrand-grand.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend.html' title='THE WEEKEND !!!!'/><author><name>Miss Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01215538991019577096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/SYyLQpBGwdI/AAAAAAAAABY/Y7vpG5n7BbU/S220/n1163930711_287988_8798.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2852727545854335154.post-3519999092728334459</id><published>2009-01-16T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:42:37.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>how i became friends with my 4 friends now (GIRLS)</title><content type='html'>when i first meet the 4 girls that i really hang out with now today. the first week of high school i meet this girl name lee she is the really nice girl that i though we would have something in common with. me and lee was in the same class through out the  whole high school. me and lee was hanging out all the time up to this day we still hang out. how me and lee became friends we was hanging out with some other girls who we though was there for us but not really. my friendship with lee is very amazing we share this bond that no one else has between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley is another person who i have a real good relationship between us. we hang out almost all the time we basically hang out every day many people might think we don't give each other space but at the same time we is not up under one another all the time she has here days and i have my days. to me are friendship between one another is the best because we been through a lot together my sister is what i would call her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melle that is my girl for real she is so goofy she is the one that if i want to laugh i would call her up on the phone. me and Melle has been good friends ever since grade school. so we take it way back in the days. this is what u call real good friends. i am not say we don't have are days because we do. she is my girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LILI the same thing goes for her me and here has been good friends since grade school so we know each other well. even those we don't see eye to eye right now that is still my girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all four of these girl are every special to me because we all have this bond between us. i think we have a good friendship if one of us have a problem we all come together and find out how we can deal with are problem as one like you know how sister do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; these girls are really apart of my family for life.. i know we all ways have are days but we can get through them with each of us by each others side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2852727545854335154-3519999092728334459?l=missgrand-grand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missgrand-grand.blogspot.com/feeds/3519999092728334459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missgrand-grand.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-i-became-friends-with-my-4-friends.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852727545854335154/posts/default/3519999092728334459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852727545854335154/posts/default/3519999092728334459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgrand-grand.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-i-became-friends-with-my-4-friends.html' title='how i became friends with my 4 friends now (GIRLS)'/><author><name>Miss Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01215538991019577096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/SYyLQpBGwdI/AAAAAAAAABY/Y7vpG5n7BbU/S220/n1163930711_287988_8798.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2852727545854335154.post-8015922070620501747</id><published>2009-01-09T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:16:14.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>over the next ten weeks!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey this is Miss Diva an i am blogging about Friendships. See what i mean about friendships is the different between my friendships with boys and my friendships with girls. To tell every one that there is a different between both. I have had i alot of frienships with different human beigns such as males and females. over the next ten weeks you will here how i can  bave different friendships with different gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friendships between women is so much different from men. see i have 4 different girls who i hang out with. The different between them is all of them do act the same thats why we are friends. I have 4 different feelings for them all!!!! Okay my girls that i hang out with i love them to death.. so over the next ten weeks you will hear me talking aboput them all the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friendships between men is so much different from the 4 main girls that i hang out with. See when i talk to men over the phone it is totally different from girl time over the phone! we talk about hooking up dating or even just being real good friends. I think i can relate to mans better than women. I don't know why but i do. More times i like to be around man then women most of the times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay and also why I chose to writh about friendships is because i feel you need to have more then just one friendships with different people!! why write about men in a friendships topics with women because have males as friends is great because you can always ask them about different thing then what you can ask your girl friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2852727545854335154-8015922070620501747?l=missgrand-grand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missgrand-grand.blogspot.com/feeds/8015922070620501747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missgrand-grand.blogspot.com/2009/01/over-next-ten-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852727545854335154/posts/default/8015922070620501747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2852727545854335154/posts/default/8015922070620501747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missgrand-grand.blogspot.com/2009/01/over-next-ten-weeks.html' title='over the next ten weeks!!!!!'/><author><name>Miss Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01215538991019577096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fisydUEyAA/SYyLQpBGwdI/AAAAAAAAABY/Y7vpG5n7BbU/S220/n1163930711_287988_8798.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
