<?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-54867389096840650</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:32:07.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curnbee's modern life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Courtn3y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12721663275767456284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-gFaAxouDuY/SV9NmbGMYWI/AAAAAAAAABU/CO_jehLPVoA/S220/citydwellings.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54867389096840650.post-8502942918882677487</id><published>2009-01-11T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:56:50.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here is the deepest secret nobody knows.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-gFaAxouDuY/SWrpn2uX4aI/AAAAAAAAACM/uqPdcN2jIFM/s1600-h/heartPolaroid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-gFaAxouDuY/SWrpn2uX4aI/AAAAAAAAACM/uqPdcN2jIFM/s320/heartPolaroid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290297583214256546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i carry your heart with me(i carry it in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my heart)&lt;br /&gt;i am never without it(anywhere&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;by only me is your doing,my darling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i fear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)&lt;br /&gt;i want&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and whatever a sun will always sing is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;here is the deepest secret nobody knows&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best poems of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54867389096840650-8502942918882677487?l=courtney24-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/feeds/8502942918882677487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54867389096840650&amp;postID=8502942918882677487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/8502942918882677487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/8502942918882677487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/2009/01/here-is-deepest-secret-nobody-knows.html' title='Here is the deepest secret nobody knows.'/><author><name>Courtn3y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12721663275767456284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-gFaAxouDuY/SV9NmbGMYWI/AAAAAAAAABU/CO_jehLPVoA/S220/citydwellings.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-gFaAxouDuY/SWrpn2uX4aI/AAAAAAAAACM/uqPdcN2jIFM/s72-c/heartPolaroid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54867389096840650.post-5659550097068125900</id><published>2009-01-07T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:17:51.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/btown_athlete5/opll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/btown_athlete5/opll.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Really, if you haven't read this book, read it. If you can truly appreciate it, that is. It is amazing to read through the incredibly romantic words that people express through these letters. Me? I'm a hopeless romantic. Poetry, love songs, "chick-flicks", romantic comedies, lifetime movies-they all get to me. I'm not ashamed to admit it! That's why I think my standards are so high for romantic relationships. And why I have decided to wait until college for my first real one. High school "relationships" are ridiculous to me. There are exceptions to every rule, but for the most part, they are just a joke. I can't wait until God finally puts that one person in my life. That person that I just might get a love letter from that will make me swoon.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of waiting until college...&lt;br /&gt;the college search trudges on. I might even be visiting DBU very soon! I am pretty much extremely stoked about that. Michelle and I talk endlessly about it in English and even began a pro and con list. The only real con being that we can only go home for holidays. But we'll see how it goes and hopefully I can make my decision very soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54867389096840650-5659550097068125900?l=courtney24-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/feeds/5659550097068125900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54867389096840650&amp;postID=5659550097068125900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/5659550097068125900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/5659550097068125900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-letters.html' title='Love Letters'/><author><name>Courtn3y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12721663275767456284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-gFaAxouDuY/SV9NmbGMYWI/AAAAAAAAABU/CO_jehLPVoA/S220/citydwellings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54867389096840650.post-2063297181038117616</id><published>2009-01-06T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T23:50:03.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;I mean, seriously. I'm so tired! And yet I do nothing to help me get back in a normal sleep pattern. I stay up until all hours of the night doing unimportant things. Anyways, my point is that I am too tired write a blog that is somewhat interesting right now. I definitely will later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/btown_athlete5/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sandyeggo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/btown_athlete5/sandyeggo.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54867389096840650-2063297181038117616?l=courtney24-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/feeds/2063297181038117616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54867389096840650&amp;postID=2063297181038117616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/2063297181038117616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/2063297181038117616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-mean-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtn3y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12721663275767456284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-gFaAxouDuY/SV9NmbGMYWI/AAAAAAAAABU/CO_jehLPVoA/S220/citydwellings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54867389096840650.post-3674432138526643747</id><published>2009-01-05T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:56:33.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/btown_athlete5/rc1tav-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 233px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/btown_athlete5/rc1tav-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;What an unoriginal title. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;2009. Two-Thousand and Nine. I can't believe my graduation year is finally here. I can tell it is going to be a great one. I feel better and better about the person I am becoming. FINALLY. As for this blog, I will definitely be keeping up with it more regularly because I'm tired of saying I will write in a blog and then I lose interest. I find expressing myself through the written word is a lot more liberating/satisfying/etc. than that of saying things aloud. People can come to their own conclusions and I can just keep on keeping on without feeling the least bit self conscious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Anyways. As for me, a lot has changed since I last wrote in this blog. I have become a senior. I have matured GREATLY. The biggest conclusion I have come to in the past few months is that apart from a select few others, everyone in my school is fake. AND THEY DISPLAY IT SO BLATANTLY! It makes me want to get out of this town so badly. But I have another 6 months and 6 days until graduation, so I will make the best with what I have to work with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been accepted to my first university! Dallas Baptist University to be exact. I'm feeling really good about this school, but am still praying that I end up where God wants me to be, because I truly strive to be in the place that He wants me to be the most.&lt;br /&gt;I already feel better having written this much. Sadly, it is 11:37 and I desperately need to get back into a normal human's sleep pattern so I shall leave it at that for now. But expect more soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54867389096840650-3674432138526643747?l=courtney24-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/feeds/3674432138526643747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54867389096840650&amp;postID=3674432138526643747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/3674432138526643747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/3674432138526643747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings.'/><author><name>Courtn3y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12721663275767456284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-gFaAxouDuY/SV9NmbGMYWI/AAAAAAAAABU/CO_jehLPVoA/S220/citydwellings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54867389096840650.post-5432378156086799726</id><published>2008-06-22T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T18:42:27.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I told you I'd be back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'm better than ever, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's finally feeling like summer. And I have been pretty happy with life the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;quick list update of happenings:&lt;br /&gt;-Abbie and I bringing the party to Shelby's sweet sixteeeen&lt;br /&gt;-Dancing the night away at said sweet sixteen!&lt;br /&gt;-Going to church and not feeling the least bit drowsy&lt;br /&gt;-Quality time with &lt;a href="http://brooklyn24-7.blogspot.com/"&gt; BROOKLYN WAGNER&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Helping out a friend in need (lovelovelove doing that.)&lt;br /&gt;-Finding the perfect summer songs to turn all the way up in the car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yeah. it's been going pretty swimmingly the past 2 days or so.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully it continues?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/btown_athlete5/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Web_Oceanside_Pier-715x360-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/btown_athlete5/Web_Oceanside_Pier-715x360-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to go?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54867389096840650-5432378156086799726?l=courtney24-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/feeds/5432378156086799726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54867389096840650&amp;postID=5432378156086799726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/5432378156086799726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/5432378156086799726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-told-you-id-be-back.html' title='I told you I&apos;d be back.'/><author><name>Courtn3y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12721663275767456284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-gFaAxouDuY/SV9NmbGMYWI/AAAAAAAAABU/CO_jehLPVoA/S220/citydwellings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54867389096840650.post-6549644425086616316</id><published>2008-06-20T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T16:38:44.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the game.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I really haven't been involved within the blogosphere for a while now...and I figure (after much pushing from Miss Brooklyn Wagner) that I should start again. So here's a list of what's been going on as of late:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-School's out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-I'm a senior...and it's wierd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Summer School. yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Volleyball. and lots of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess that's it? haha it's not a very long list. But it sucks because it really does not feel like summer at all. I am gone from 8am to about 4pm. No sleeping in (unless I don't go to church on Sundays but I most likely will). So after summer school is over Brooklyn and I plan on trying to make things as summery as possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can't friggen wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/btown_athlete5/?action=view&amp;amp;current=beautiful.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/btown_athlete5/beautiful.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh, and this made my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will try to blog again soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54867389096840650-6549644425086616316?l=courtney24-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/feeds/6549644425086616316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54867389096840650&amp;postID=6549644425086616316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/6549644425086616316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/6549644425086616316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-in-game.html' title='Back in the game.'/><author><name>Courtn3y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12721663275767456284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-gFaAxouDuY/SV9NmbGMYWI/AAAAAAAAABU/CO_jehLPVoA/S220/citydwellings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54867389096840650.post-551855352963628708</id><published>2008-03-09T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T13:45:27.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spend a lazy Sunday with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So the past few days have been pretty eventful. There was a stressful misunderstanding that knocked me down physically for a couple days. I guess they really weren't lying when they said stress isn't good for people recovering with mono. But whatever, at least that's over. I need to hurry up and buy tickets for SanFran! But anyways. So yesterday I was talking with a friend of mine(who shall remain anonymous even though I'm sure hardly anyone reads this) and he was saying how much he hated his life and how he hasn't been happy for 10 years, so on and so forth. It just saddened me to see someone who  I thought was so full of life and happy all the time be so down. Talking about how he felt like purposely flipping his car without his seatbelt on sometimes. I talked to him for a while and calmed him down thankfully. But the thing that bothers me the most is that people are complete douchebags to this person for no good reason. It just made me so angry. On another note, one more week at home and then I'm back in action! Thank God. Oh, and I really dont like Daylight Savings Time.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54867389096840650-551855352963628708?l=courtney24-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/feeds/551855352963628708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54867389096840650&amp;postID=551855352963628708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/551855352963628708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/551855352963628708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/2008/03/spend-lazy-sunday-with-me.html' title='Spend a lazy Sunday with me.'/><author><name>Courtn3y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12721663275767456284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-gFaAxouDuY/SV9NmbGMYWI/AAAAAAAAABU/CO_jehLPVoA/S220/citydwellings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54867389096840650.post-3214374353470036975</id><published>2008-03-06T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T00:33:57.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honestly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I heard the word college used more times than I would like to hear today. But it WAS a good day. Went to second period AP English...and got a warm reception! haha even in the parking lot too. But it was fun being in English again...i forgot how much i loved it. But anyways, after that i went to see mrs hardy. (mrs? ms? i never know which it is) and basically set up a wayy easy schedule for the rest of this year, which is sooo relieving! Then went home because i was POOPED! Seriously. Then had a serious talk about SanFran. Man I hope that happens...I really need it. But anyways, i'll be going back to school on friday just for english again. But it's a start...right? Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54867389096840650-3214374353470036975?l=courtney24-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/feeds/3214374353470036975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54867389096840650&amp;postID=3214374353470036975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/3214374353470036975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/3214374353470036975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/2008/03/honestly.html' title='Honestly.'/><author><name>Courtn3y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12721663275767456284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-gFaAxouDuY/SV9NmbGMYWI/AAAAAAAAABU/CO_jehLPVoA/S220/citydwellings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54867389096840650.post-4426812287772657263</id><published>2008-03-01T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T21:55:18.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ok, I don't know about you, but I love when I have really good dreams. Lately I have been having dreams every time I fall asleep. Even for naps or whatever. Anyways. I was having a reallyyyy good dream. One of those that you dont want to end, you know? And no I'm not talking about anything dirty you pervs. But I'm having this dream while taking an unplanned nap and all of a sudden, at the very momentous climax of my dream, I'm awakened by a member of my family, (ahemmmeaelfa alisha ahemmm) who comes in my room for God knows what reason. I got up, shut my door, and found myself jumping back in bed to try and continue with this dreamy movie going through my mind. Only to find I can't go back to sleep. I was very disappointed. Now I'm not going to describe this dream to you but the leading male in it was someone from school and a good friend of mine who I would not have thought would be in that position. hahaha but I am sad i didnt get to see what happened next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54867389096840650-4426812287772657263?l=courtney24-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/feeds/4426812287772657263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54867389096840650&amp;postID=4426812287772657263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/4426812287772657263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/4426812287772657263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/2008/03/dreams.html' title='Dreams.'/><author><name>Courtn3y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12721663275767456284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-gFaAxouDuY/SV9NmbGMYWI/AAAAAAAAABU/CO_jehLPVoA/S220/citydwellings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54867389096840650.post-7837691730288955906</id><published>2008-02-27T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T23:14:41.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Was better. Kind of. I went to school! But at 2:45 for a meeting with a teacher. haha. Saw like half of my teachers who all said "when are you coming back?!!"...especially coach haha. Buttt the whole academic thing is kind of overwhelming and crazy right now so its stressing me out. but on a lighter note I talked to my dad about how I have been in this house 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, for 7 weeks and how I HAVE to get out. and he agreed. So I get to go out this weekend! Not like crazy, but still its a start for sure. Oh, and I'm also cheered up because a bunch of new clothes and my new books came in the mail. So today had its share of pros and cons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54867389096840650-7837691730288955906?l=courtney24-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/feeds/7837691730288955906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54867389096840650&amp;postID=7837691730288955906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/7837691730288955906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/7837691730288955906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/2008/02/today.html' title='Today.'/><author><name>Courtn3y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12721663275767456284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-gFaAxouDuY/SV9NmbGMYWI/AAAAAAAAABU/CO_jehLPVoA/S220/citydwellings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54867389096840650.post-7842760996098829704</id><published>2008-02-26T22:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T22:54:47.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So here's my question.&lt;br /&gt;when you're going through a rough time and you need someone to talk to, but the person you want to talk to is really really really happy, how are you supposed to dump the weight of your problem onto their happiness? And how do you even know they'll truly care?&lt;br /&gt;My sense of trust is really screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54867389096840650-7842760996098829704?l=courtney24-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/feeds/7842760996098829704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54867389096840650&amp;postID=7842760996098829704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/7842760996098829704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/7842760996098829704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-heres-my-question.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtn3y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12721663275767456284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-gFaAxouDuY/SV9NmbGMYWI/AAAAAAAAABU/CO_jehLPVoA/S220/citydwellings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54867389096840650.post-4888610281995978244</id><published>2008-02-26T11:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T11:56:39.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>going,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="me"&gt;stir-cra·zy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="pronset"&gt; &lt;img src="http://cache.lexico.com/g/d/premium.gif" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="https://secure.reference.com/premium/login.html?rd=2&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Fbrowse%2Fstir-crazy"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.lexico.com/g/d/speaker.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span class="show_ipapr" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;ˈstɜrˌkreɪ&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;zi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="pk = window.open('/help/luna/IPA_pron_key.html', 'PronunciationKey','height=700,width=560,left=0,top=0,resizable,scrollbars');if(pk){pk.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;" title="Click for pronunciation key"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_sp()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show spelled pronunciation"&gt;Show Spelled Pronunciation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;&lt;b&gt;stur&lt;/b&gt;-krey-zee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="pk = window.open('/help/luna/Spell_pron_key.html', 'PronunciationKey','height=700,width=560,left=0,top=0,resizable,scrollbars');if(pk){pk.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;" title="Click for pronunciation key"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_ip()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show IPA pronunciation"&gt;Show IPA Pronunciation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;–adjective  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Slang&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;1.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Informal&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;restless or frantic because of confinement, routine, etc.: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;I was stir-crazy after just two months of keeping house. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;2.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;mentally ill because of long imprisonment.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'd say that's about right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54867389096840650-4888610281995978244?l=courtney24-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/feeds/4888610281995978244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54867389096840650&amp;postID=4888610281995978244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/4888610281995978244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/4888610281995978244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/2008/02/going.html' title='going,'/><author><name>Courtn3y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12721663275767456284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-gFaAxouDuY/SV9NmbGMYWI/AAAAAAAAABU/CO_jehLPVoA/S220/citydwellings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54867389096840650.post-8739774339539840634</id><published>2008-02-23T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T01:32:48.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good news.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My mom's test results came back and the cancer hasn't spread to any major organs.&lt;br /&gt;Thank the Lord. What a serious relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54867389096840650-8739774339539840634?l=courtney24-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/feeds/8739774339539840634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54867389096840650&amp;postID=8739774339539840634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/8739774339539840634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/8739774339539840634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-news.html' title='Good news.'/><author><name>Courtn3y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12721663275767456284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-gFaAxouDuY/SV9NmbGMYWI/AAAAAAAAABU/CO_jehLPVoA/S220/citydwellings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54867389096840650.post-7278932056322080333</id><published>2008-02-19T20:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T20:37:22.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not that much has happened in that past few days. Hung out with the best friend til all hours of the morning in the freezing cold this weekend. Then I was supposed to go back to school today, but that didnt happen. probably sometime later this week. But tomorrow i'm going to Winnie's to watch a movie, so that should be fun. oh! the highlight of my day was getting all my new clothes in the mail that i ordered. life is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54867389096840650-7278932056322080333?l=courtney24-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/feeds/7278932056322080333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54867389096840650&amp;postID=7278932056322080333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/7278932056322080333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/7278932056322080333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/2008/02/not-that-much-has-happened-in-that-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtn3y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12721663275767456284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-gFaAxouDuY/SV9NmbGMYWI/AAAAAAAAABU/CO_jehLPVoA/S220/citydwellings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54867389096840650.post-4699328777301797824</id><published>2008-02-14T16:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T16:34:20.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-gFaAxouDuY/R7TdrZj-0_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/_EJnA9_T60Q/s1600-h/katie..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-gFaAxouDuY/R7TdrZj-0_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/_EJnA9_T60Q/s320/katie..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166998410166719474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54867389096840650-4699328777301797824?l=courtney24-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/feeds/4699328777301797824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54867389096840650&amp;postID=4699328777301797824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/4699328777301797824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/4699328777301797824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/2008/02/katie.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtn3y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12721663275767456284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-gFaAxouDuY/SV9NmbGMYWI/AAAAAAAAABU/CO_jehLPVoA/S220/citydwellings.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-gFaAxouDuY/R7TdrZj-0_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/_EJnA9_T60Q/s72-c/katie..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54867389096840650.post-5031792843070676905</id><published>2008-02-12T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T17:09:50.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just  thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There comes a time when you must stand alone.&lt;br /&gt;You must feel confident enough within yourself to follow your own dreams.&lt;br /&gt;You must be willing to make sacrifices.&lt;br /&gt;You must be capable of changing and rearranging your priorities so that your final goal can be achieved. Sometimes, familiarity and comfort need to be challenged. There are times when you must take a few extra chances and create your own realities.&lt;br /&gt;Be strong enough to at least try to make your life better.&lt;br /&gt;Be confident enough that you won't settle for a compromise just to get by.&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate yourself by allowing yourself the opportunities to grow, develop, and find your true sense of purpose in this life.&lt;br /&gt;Don't stand in someone else's shadow when it's your sunlight that should lead the way.&lt;br /&gt;If someone hurts you, betrays you , or breaks you heart, forgive them. For they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious to who you open your heart to.&lt;br /&gt;If someone loves you, love them back unconditionally, not only because they love you, but because they are teaching you to love and opening your heart and eyes to things you would have never seen or felt without them.&lt;br /&gt;Make every day count. Appreciate every moment and take from it everything that you possibly can, for you may never be able to experience it again.&lt;br /&gt;Talk to people you have never talked to before, and actually listen. Hold your head up because you have every right to. Tell yourself you are a great individual and believe in yourself, for if you don't believe in yourself, no one else will believe in you either.&lt;br /&gt;You can make of your life anything you wish. Create your own life and then go out and live it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54867389096840650-5031792843070676905?l=courtney24-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/feeds/5031792843070676905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54867389096840650&amp;postID=5031792843070676905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/5031792843070676905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/5031792843070676905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-thoughts.html' title='Just  thoughts.'/><author><name>Courtn3y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12721663275767456284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-gFaAxouDuY/SV9NmbGMYWI/AAAAAAAAABU/CO_jehLPVoA/S220/citydwellings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54867389096840650.post-1608856500597811779</id><published>2008-02-12T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T16:16:36.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;256 random things I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0. Learning about people&lt;br /&gt;1. The inspiration you get after watching a really good movie&lt;br /&gt;2. Feeling and being comfortable&lt;br /&gt;3. Laughing so much with someone that the only reason you are still laughing is because they are, and they are still laughing because you are, and it just goes on.&lt;br /&gt;4. Books I read over and over&lt;br /&gt;5. Learning&lt;br /&gt;6. Cold breezes&lt;br /&gt;7. Feeling happy&lt;br /&gt;8. Jumping on trampolines&lt;br /&gt;9. Playing in rain&lt;br /&gt;10. Staying up late&lt;br /&gt;11. Looking at the stars&lt;br /&gt;12. Contentedness&lt;br /&gt;13. Singing loudly and together&lt;br /&gt;14. Running through sprinklers&lt;br /&gt;15. Text messaging&lt;br /&gt;16. Playing with animals&lt;br /&gt;17. Rolling in grass&lt;br /&gt;18. Shaved legs on clean sheets&lt;br /&gt;19. Achievement&lt;br /&gt;20. Passing a test you didn't study for&lt;br /&gt;21. Learning new words&lt;br /&gt;22. Making up words&lt;br /&gt;23. Laughing so hard you cry&lt;br /&gt;24. Crying so hard you laugh&lt;br /&gt;25. Seeing people you haven't seen in forever&lt;br /&gt;26. Understanding&lt;br /&gt;27. Making a fool of yourself in public&lt;br /&gt;28. Sleepovers without any sleeping&lt;br /&gt;29. Watching Disney movies&lt;br /&gt;30. Feeling pretty&lt;br /&gt;31. Dressing up&lt;br /&gt;32. Staying in PJs all day&lt;br /&gt;33. When good songs come on the radio&lt;br /&gt;34. Sunny mornings&lt;br /&gt;35. Giggling&lt;br /&gt;36. Cuddling&lt;br /&gt;37. Daydreaming&lt;br /&gt;38. Dancing like crazy&lt;br /&gt;39. Having a day off from school every now and then&lt;br /&gt;40. Really long hugs&lt;br /&gt;41. Looking at old photographs&lt;br /&gt;42. Dogs!&lt;br /&gt;43. Making s'mores but not really eating them&lt;br /&gt;44. Being stubborn&lt;br /&gt;45. Being right&lt;br /&gt;46. Finding the good in everything&lt;br /&gt;47. A "sick day" that really isn't&lt;br /&gt;48. Making situations awkward with random people&lt;br /&gt;49. The beauty of trees&lt;br /&gt;50. Swimmingon a hot day&lt;br /&gt;51. Feeling like you're worth something to someone&lt;br /&gt;52. Weekends&lt;br /&gt;53. Being loved unconditionally&lt;br /&gt;54. Going to parties&lt;br /&gt;55. The smell of baking bread &amp;amp; cookies&lt;br /&gt;56. Putting on clothes right after they come out of the dryer&lt;br /&gt;57. Walking outside barefoot&lt;br /&gt;58. Running outside in the rain, getting soaking wet&lt;br /&gt;59. Dancing while driving or in the car&lt;br /&gt;60. Eating sweets and candy&lt;br /&gt;61. Reading books and then reccomending them&lt;br /&gt;62. Smiling when you really mean it&lt;br /&gt;63. Having lots of money to do whatever you want with&lt;br /&gt;64. Shopping for clothes that make you feel pretty&lt;br /&gt;65. When strangers give you a weird look because you're laughing too loud and too much or just being weird&lt;br /&gt;66. The feeling you get after you spin and around really, really, really fast and fall over&lt;br /&gt;67. Holding hands&lt;br /&gt;68. Realizing you've just aced a really hard test.&lt;br /&gt;69. Water in the shower that is not too hot or too cold&lt;br /&gt;70. Eating lemons &amp;amp; limes and making funny faces&lt;br /&gt;71. Long conversations about nothing, but meaning everything&lt;br /&gt;72. Realizing someone you like is staring at you&lt;br /&gt;73. Being squished in the back of a car&lt;br /&gt;74. Writing the cheesiest things possible that you probably won't admit in person but really do enjoy them&lt;br /&gt;75. When someone puts their arms around your waist&lt;br /&gt;76. Spending the day at home and just getting stuff done&lt;br /&gt;77. Singing along to a song with your friends&lt;br /&gt;78. Painting anything.&lt;br /&gt;79. Driving way too fast down the street&lt;br /&gt;80. Blasting music&lt;br /&gt;81. Drawing on yourself or others drawing on you&lt;br /&gt;82. Hearing "I love you" and knowing the other person really means it&lt;br /&gt;83. Three day weekends&lt;br /&gt;84. Keeping up a conversation&lt;br /&gt;85. Doing stuff just because you can&lt;br /&gt;86. The smell of rain&lt;br /&gt;87. When somebody tells you a secret that nobody else in the world knows&lt;br /&gt;88. Thunderstorms&lt;br /&gt;89. Secrets in genereal&lt;br /&gt;90. Taking a long bubble bath&lt;br /&gt;91. Going on road trips with friends&lt;br /&gt;92. Feeling alive&lt;br /&gt;93. Holding hands with anyone or touching in general&lt;br /&gt;94. Feeling like you don't care what anyone thinks&lt;br /&gt;95. Puddle Jumping&lt;br /&gt;96. Being loved back&lt;br /&gt;97. Being in a good mood for absolutely no reason&lt;br /&gt;98. Getting a compliment from somebody you look up to&lt;br /&gt;99. First day of summer vacation&lt;br /&gt;100. Jumping in leaves&lt;br /&gt;101. Being yourself&lt;br /&gt;102. Poetry&lt;br /&gt;103. Sitting down after walking all day&lt;br /&gt;104. Playing tag&lt;br /&gt;105. Playing Hide n' Go Seek&lt;br /&gt;106. Watching scary movies, but never alone&lt;br /&gt;107. Feeling understood&lt;br /&gt;108. Meeting new people&lt;br /&gt;109. Making and creating things&lt;br /&gt;110. Writing on anything&lt;br /&gt;111. Doodling&lt;br /&gt;112. Drinking water constantly&lt;br /&gt;113. Taking risks&lt;br /&gt;114. Standing up for the kid that everyone picks on&lt;br /&gt;115. Going to the movies&lt;br /&gt;116. Talking about the past&lt;br /&gt;117. Remembering something you forgot&lt;br /&gt;118. Finding something you thought you lost&lt;br /&gt;119. Cold sheets on hot nights&lt;br /&gt;120. The cold side of the pillow&lt;br /&gt;121. When somebody other than you trips and falls&lt;br /&gt;122. When somebody's cell phone goes off in class&lt;br /&gt;124. Not being punished for something you should have been punished for&lt;br /&gt;125. Walking under streetlamps at night&lt;br /&gt;126. Agreement&lt;br /&gt;127. Little kids!&lt;br /&gt;128. Cuteness&lt;br /&gt;129. Not getting nervous over something big&lt;br /&gt;130. Having a good day and seeing that others have&lt;br /&gt;131. Having no homework&lt;br /&gt;132. Procrastinating your project to the very last possible minute and still getting a good mark&lt;br /&gt;133. Building forts out of sheets or pillows&lt;br /&gt;134. Days that feel like dreams&lt;br /&gt;135. Passing notes and not getting caught&lt;br /&gt;136. Secret codes&lt;br /&gt;137. Jumping down the stairs&lt;br /&gt;138. Having your 11:11 wish come true&lt;br /&gt;139. Just wishing at 11:11&lt;br /&gt;140. Making hilarious typos&lt;br /&gt;141. When someone knows you love wishing at 11:11 and reminds you when they see it's time&lt;br /&gt;142. Running across wet grass barefoot; then slipping &amp;amp; falling and getting soaked&lt;br /&gt;143. The beach. at night.&lt;br /&gt;144. Fingerpainting&lt;br /&gt;145. Squishing sand between your toes&lt;br /&gt;146. Merry-Go-Rounds&lt;br /&gt;147. Pantsing your friend&lt;br /&gt;148. Getting anonymous love letters&lt;br /&gt;149. When somebody leaves a note on your car&lt;br /&gt;150. Secret valentines&lt;br /&gt;151. Having random people give you a compliment&lt;br /&gt;152. Giving strangers high fives, hugs, or anything&lt;br /&gt;153. Doing strange things to strangers&lt;br /&gt;154. When your dad gives you money just because&lt;br /&gt;155. Getting postcards&lt;br /&gt;156. Handprints and fingerprints&lt;br /&gt;157. Walking around&lt;br /&gt;158. Feeding the birds&lt;br /&gt;159. Kittens&lt;br /&gt;160. Laying on your back looking for shapes in the clouds&lt;br /&gt;161. When people make you promises that are kept&lt;br /&gt;162. Swings&lt;br /&gt;163. Making sand castles and watching waves eat them&lt;br /&gt;164. Making up nicknames for people&lt;br /&gt;165. Skating with socks on tile or wood floors&lt;br /&gt;166. Going all out and decorating a note&lt;br /&gt;167. The smell of a candle after it burns out&lt;br /&gt;168. Baking a cake for no reason&lt;br /&gt;169. Waking up outside&lt;br /&gt;170. Getting a huge bag of Halloween candy&lt;br /&gt;171. Dancing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;172. Having a staring contest with your best friend&lt;br /&gt;173. The first scoop of peanut butter in a new jar&lt;br /&gt;174. Knowing people are there for you&lt;br /&gt;175. Not being a victim&lt;br /&gt;176. Having a good hair day&lt;br /&gt;177. Knowing things will get better&lt;br /&gt;178. Finally getting ungrounded&lt;br /&gt;179. Blasting music in a fast car with your best friends&lt;br /&gt;180. Christmas shopping&lt;br /&gt;181. Actually, any kind of shopping&lt;br /&gt;182. Playing Truth or Dare&lt;br /&gt;183. Thinking about the world&lt;br /&gt;184. Getting mail&lt;br /&gt;185. Good report card comments&lt;br /&gt;186. When someone calls before you call them&lt;br /&gt;187. Pretending to be Pirates&lt;br /&gt;188. Talking in a british accent&lt;br /&gt;189. Accomplishing something you thought you could only dream of&lt;br /&gt;190. Not wearing makeup &amp;amp; still feeling pretty&lt;br /&gt;191. Peace&lt;br /&gt;192. Jones soda&lt;br /&gt;193. Skipping&lt;br /&gt;194. Impressing your parents&lt;br /&gt;195. Talking for hours with somebody who actually wants to listen&lt;br /&gt;196. When it's cold out side &amp;amp; you try to conserve body heat by hugging&lt;br /&gt;197. That feeling you get in your stomach/ Christmas morning&lt;br /&gt;198. Swinging on a tire swing&lt;br /&gt;199. Waking up and feeling so warm and comfy and happy that you never want to get up&lt;br /&gt;200. Trying to count the stars&lt;br /&gt;201. Feeling invincible&lt;br /&gt;202. Waking up when it's so bright outside&lt;br /&gt;203. Going in car rides with no destination&lt;br /&gt;204. Sleeping in on rainy mornings&lt;br /&gt;205. Waking up early to watch the sunrise on the roof&lt;br /&gt;206. Good smelling things&lt;br /&gt;207. Being able to stay close with someone&lt;br /&gt;208. Doing anything spontaneous&lt;br /&gt;209. Unexpected phone calls&lt;br /&gt;210. Having a good cry now and then.&lt;br /&gt;211. Showers&lt;br /&gt;212. Making new friends&lt;br /&gt;213. Making chocolate chip cookies and eating half the cookie dough&lt;br /&gt;214. The deep breaths you take after laughing so hard&lt;br /&gt;215. Randomly bursting out laughing when somebody says something totally not funny, just because of an inside joke you and your best friend have&lt;br /&gt;216. Making smoothies or baking with a friend&lt;br /&gt;217. Finding money in your pockets or the bottom of your purse&lt;br /&gt;218. When song lyrics are printed inside your CD so you can sing along until you know it&lt;br /&gt;219. Spending time with people you love&lt;br /&gt;220. Unexpected kisses&lt;br /&gt;221. Dancing on couches to old boy bands&lt;br /&gt;222. Someone tripping and falling and laughing so much you fall down too, and just laughing there together&lt;br /&gt;223. Listening to old music&lt;br /&gt;224. Making videos with your camera&lt;br /&gt;225. Taking pictures with friends and posing together&lt;br /&gt;226. Feeling cool in big sun glasses&lt;br /&gt;227. Old pictures and polaroids&lt;br /&gt;228. Sewing machines &amp;amp; sewing clothes&lt;br /&gt;229. Family that you know will be there&lt;br /&gt;230. People who are there for you&lt;br /&gt;231. Air conditioning&lt;br /&gt;232. Park Benches&lt;br /&gt;233. Bottled water&lt;br /&gt;234. Over grown grass&lt;br /&gt;235. Design&lt;br /&gt;236. Learning&lt;br /&gt;237. Learning from the past&lt;br /&gt;238. The saddest memories that make you feel the most&lt;br /&gt;239. Beautiful, sad songs&lt;br /&gt;240. The ocean&lt;br /&gt;241. Coloring books&lt;br /&gt;242. Gestures&lt;br /&gt;243. Faithfulness&lt;br /&gt;244. Believing &amp;amp; keeping hope&lt;br /&gt;245. Appreciating things&lt;br /&gt;246. Things to shout about&lt;br /&gt;247. Things that are really meaningful&lt;br /&gt;248. Things that have different meanings to everyone&lt;br /&gt;249. Walking away instead of fighting&lt;br /&gt;250. Being strong&lt;br /&gt;251. Forgiving&lt;br /&gt;252. Wonder what the world has in store for you&lt;br /&gt;253. Wonder anything&lt;br /&gt;254. Thinking so much that you want to stop thinking&lt;br /&gt;255. Being crazy&lt;br /&gt;256. Just being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54867389096840650-1608856500597811779?l=courtney24-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/feeds/1608856500597811779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54867389096840650&amp;postID=1608856500597811779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/1608856500597811779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/1608856500597811779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/2008/02/256-random-things-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtn3y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12721663275767456284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-gFaAxouDuY/SV9NmbGMYWI/AAAAAAAAABU/CO_jehLPVoA/S220/citydwellings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54867389096840650.post-8545484508302432394</id><published>2008-02-07T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T23:07:27.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I went on a date tonight. With my dad! haha it was great. I finally got to get out of this prison I call a house and go somewhere. Ok, we only went to in n out but still. I got "dressed up" (which means wearing jeans for me since i've only been wearing sweats for the past month or so.) Anyways, it was fun. Aaand hopefully I will be at school next week. Hopefully.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54867389096840650-8545484508302432394?l=courtney24-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/feeds/8545484508302432394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54867389096840650&amp;postID=8545484508302432394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/8545484508302432394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/8545484508302432394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-went-on-date-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtn3y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12721663275767456284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-gFaAxouDuY/SV9NmbGMYWI/AAAAAAAAABU/CO_jehLPVoA/S220/citydwellings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54867389096840650.post-2990815775859596283</id><published>2008-02-05T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T17:33:44.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired. You have no idea. This is the fourth week I've been out of school. As in a whole month. I was too sick today to even meet with my home teacher. I'd felt almost completely fine this whole weekend. Its as if i took ten steps forward and fifteen steps back. It's really getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54867389096840650-2990815775859596283?l=courtney24-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/feeds/2990815775859596283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54867389096840650&amp;postID=2990815775859596283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/2990815775859596283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/2990815775859596283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-sick-and-tired-of-being-sick-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtn3y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12721663275767456284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-gFaAxouDuY/SV9NmbGMYWI/AAAAAAAAABU/CO_jehLPVoA/S220/citydwellings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54867389096840650.post-7011332365741424127</id><published>2008-01-25T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T20:58:55.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So there are good days and bad days. For everyone, really. But good days are days when I feel good lately, and the bad are when I don't. Today was a bad day. Plus, I havent heard anything about dylan so I'm kinda worried about that. My parents went to Jamie Tucker's funeral today. They told me that tyson went up and sang a song to his mom....i just broke out in tears. My prayers are with the Hale and Tucker families this week, it's a hard week for both of them. I'm not really in the mood to write today so I guess I could just say keep those two families in your prayers too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;Courtney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54867389096840650-7011332365741424127?l=courtney24-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/feeds/7011332365741424127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54867389096840650&amp;postID=7011332365741424127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/7011332365741424127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/7011332365741424127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-there-are-good-days-and-bad-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtn3y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12721663275767456284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-gFaAxouDuY/SV9NmbGMYWI/AAAAAAAAABU/CO_jehLPVoA/S220/citydwellings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54867389096840650.post-4176809274519786855</id><published>2008-01-23T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T17:31:25.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Today has been nothing special. Just felt like crap and thought I had tuberculosis. (false alarm by the way) I think the highlight of my day was making sugar cookies with my dad who stayed home from work for no reason at all. It was nice. I've been sketching and writing a lot in my moleskine notebook, finally. I finally have the time to do that. I'm trying not to think of all the things that are stressing me out, but not putting them totally out of my mind. Anyways, I guess there's really not much to report on this end I guess. But then again, it's only 4:50 in the afternoon, and everyone knows the good stuff happens at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;Courtney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/btown_athlete5/2202615846_f7344ced9f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/btown_athlete5/2202615846_f7344ced9f_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54867389096840650-4176809274519786855?l=courtney24-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/feeds/4176809274519786855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54867389096840650&amp;postID=4176809274519786855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/4176809274519786855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/4176809274519786855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/2008/01/today-has-been-nothing-special.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtn3y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12721663275767456284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-gFaAxouDuY/SV9NmbGMYWI/AAAAAAAAABU/CO_jehLPVoA/S220/citydwellings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54867389096840650.post-5733627303808397853</id><published>2008-01-22T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T20:11:04.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So this is me with a blog? Right. Well. I just figured since I haven't been at school or whatever people might want to know what's going on! Or not, you know. I mean how interesting could I be? Ha. Anyways! I've now missed about a week and a half of school and have no knowledge of when I will be returning. Scary right? It is for me. So the low-down on "the sickness". I have a severely swollen lymph node in my neck. And I do mean severely swollen. And the one on the opposite side is showing signs of swelling. We originally thought that my tonsils were going to have to come out and this was the full extent of the problem. But after some antibiotics and a few more doctor's visits a conclusion had been made that this was not a tonsil problem but a lymph node problem. They gather bacteria and infections and things but they shouldn't get this swollen. but other than these swollen things on the sides of my neck I've been really weak and had lots of high fevers and a loss of appetite. I had to get one of the most uncomfortable things to me done about 3 times in the past week---blood tests. Eek. So they thought I had mono...great! Finally we had a diagnosis. But wait a minute...that would be too simple. The tests came back negative. So I had to, in the span of 3 hours, get a tuberculosis test at the doctor's office, go to the hospital to get another blood test(they filled up 3 huge vials! ahh), and an ultra-sound on my neck. So here I am again. Waiting to know what's wrong with me. In the meantime I will continue to stay in bed, watch the OC and various movies and see what's going on inside of me. And since I have had all of this free time is the reason I decided to have a blog...for me to have something to do mainly. But if there were people out there who were interested in reading, I guess here you are!&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;Courtney(aka curnbee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54867389096840650-5733627303808397853?l=courtney24-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/feeds/5733627303808397853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54867389096840650&amp;postID=5733627303808397853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/5733627303808397853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54867389096840650/posts/default/5733627303808397853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://courtney24-7.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello.html' title='hello!'/><author><name>Courtn3y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12721663275767456284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-gFaAxouDuY/SV9NmbGMYWI/AAAAAAAAABU/CO_jehLPVoA/S220/citydwellings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
