<?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-8811554152550034610</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:56:17.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My island school</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>eboudier188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758245202426250309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811554152550034610.post-1789976129704472703</id><published>2009-12-07T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T11:37:10.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIV game</title><content type='html'>1.) This is game is about making  decisions and what happens from these decisions; It could either be GOOD' or BAD. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) Wellll i basically chose for the girl to go fast to see what happens and hell yea she ended up with HIV! :[ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) Well maybe to prove that from small decisions that might not mean much to you may cause you your life. Like in the story; just by kissing it led to a whole different thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811554152550034610-1789976129704472703?l=ebourdier2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/feeds/1789976129704472703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811554152550034610&amp;postID=1789976129704472703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/1789976129704472703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/1789976129704472703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/2009/12/hiv-game.html' title='HIV game'/><author><name>eboudier188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758245202426250309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811554152550034610.post-3440659718593335375</id><published>2009-12-03T08:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T08:53:54.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf6S4NslXbc/Sxfr2VQ-noI/AAAAAAAAABM/dUnQUEg0mM0/s1600-h/new-moon1-227x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf6S4NslXbc/Sxfr2VQ-noI/AAAAAAAAABM/dUnQUEg0mM0/s320/new-moon1-227x300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411052795962760834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Are Bella and Edward in an abusive relationship?&lt;div&gt;Hm; No I don't think they are. He's just protective over her, he's never been in love like this before so of course he's going to over protective and not want here near danger. And the thing about she barely gets to see her friends/and or family anymore is because SHE choses to spend every breathing moment with him so its not neither of their faults so that's  definitely nothing to be called an abusive relationship!, And everything else like throwing her through a glass table and not letting her see ' Wolf-Boy' Is him trying to protect her even though the glass table thing was a little bad; he thought he'd be getting her away from more trouble, better stitches then a vampire bite to the neck and being completely drained out! So in conclusion , I do NOT think Bella and Edward are in an abusive relationship!, Over protective relationship yes!, But that's different ! :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811554152550034610-3440659718593335375?l=ebourdier2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/feeds/3440659718593335375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811554152550034610&amp;postID=3440659718593335375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/3440659718593335375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/3440659718593335375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/2009/12/are-bella-and-edward-in-abusive.html' title=''/><author><name>eboudier188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758245202426250309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf6S4NslXbc/Sxfr2VQ-noI/AAAAAAAAABM/dUnQUEg0mM0/s72-c/new-moon1-227x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811554152550034610.post-2117523268290405269</id><published>2009-12-02T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T11:39:29.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversating with my Home Boy Aliennnn!(:</title><content type='html'>Alien: Hello earthling. Thank you for conversing with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Anytime Best friend;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alien: May I ask you a few questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alien: I have never been to earth before, can you tell me a bit about it? What are some beautiful and interesting places I should visit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well Earth is a good place, you'll find people everywhere!; and there are plenty of places to visit!. And for places to go see;florida is real pretty! And  I also recommend niagra falls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;planet like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alien: Well my planet may be a bit strange to you!, everything on my planet is black and green, and the sites!, you could see our leader killing a Demonstrias!.. ([?????])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alien: You humans seem like like you’re very angry with eachother.  I watched people walk down the street and most people didn’t even look at eachother!  Why is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well it's not that we are angry! , It's just in this planet or might i just say in New York most of everyone is rude, some people may look at another but most of the time the other will just turn away. And the reason?, I guess there we never taught to love one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You: What's it like on your planet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alien: Well unlike here! On my planet you must be kind a smile to people you pass by, If not it's almost as bad as breaking a law!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alien: Why does your home country go to war with other countries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You: Well i guess my home country gets intimidated by other countries, so they think to themselves if they get this country out they wont have to worry about someone being better then them.! That my be a reason..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alien: It seems to me that what you call “marshmallows” are the best thing to eat on your planet.  Why do you not eat these every day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You: Well I personally don't eat them after i found out what they were made of!, And for somebody who does eat them; I guess they wouldn't eat them daily cause of the sugar? I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You: What do you eat on your planet ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alien: Well I must say! My mom makes the best ratsludge ever! That and birdgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alien:  It seems to me that you do not treat earth very well.  I see people throwing their trash on the ground, cutting down forests, and burning dirty coal to make electricity.  Why do humans not care about earth? Is anyone doing anything about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You: Yes, alot of that goes on lately, but there are some people around the world who are trying to stop that. Not alot but some; with social arguments and protesting, but it doesn't seem to change their mind. And the reason they do it is to supposedly give us more power?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/8811554152550034610-2117523268290405269?l=ebourdier2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/feeds/2117523268290405269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811554152550034610&amp;postID=2117523268290405269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/2117523268290405269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/2117523268290405269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/2009/12/conversating-with-my-home-boy-aliennnn.html' title='Conversating with my Home Boy Aliennnn!(:'/><author><name>eboudier188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758245202426250309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811554152550034610.post-8753989850650480332</id><published>2009-11-30T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T11:45:55.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUICK</title><content type='html'>TOP 10 SONGS QUICK!&lt;br /&gt;ummm..&lt;br /&gt;1. Black eye peas- Meet me half way &lt;br /&gt;2. Lady GaGa- Bad romance&lt;br /&gt;3. Owl City- Fireflies&lt;br /&gt;4. Chris Brown- I can Transformya&lt;br /&gt;5. Justin Beiber- One time&lt;br /&gt;6. Romance on a rocketship- Dangerous&lt;br /&gt;7. Jay sean Ft Lil Wayne- Down&lt;br /&gt;8. Beyonce - Halo&lt;br /&gt;9. Lil Wayne- I feel like dying &lt;br /&gt;10. Sean Kingston- Replay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811554152550034610-8753989850650480332?l=ebourdier2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/feeds/8753989850650480332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811554152550034610&amp;postID=8753989850650480332' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/8753989850650480332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/8753989850650480332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/2009/11/quick.html' title='QUICK'/><author><name>eboudier188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758245202426250309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811554152550034610.post-7555115108411107269</id><published>2009-11-30T11:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T11:40:56.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easier To Destroy Than Build</title><content type='html'>#1) &lt;br /&gt;I think that "It's easier to destroy then" means that it's easier for people to destroy property than build it because they didn't go through all the trouble of building it. SO to them it's nothing; but to someone who actually built the thing of course it would be hard for them to destroy it of course because they put hard work into that unlike the person who didn't they don't care , because they didn't have to go through all the work of doing it and putting time into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2)&lt;br /&gt;I've seen this happening in places like my apartment building;the school bathrooms; And just about everywhere you look you see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3)&lt;br /&gt;Because you don't want people to think they can get away with anything they want?, &lt;br /&gt;You let them get away with something as small as this and they think they can get away with everything. And also they shouldn't be able to disrespect property like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811554152550034610-7555115108411107269?l=ebourdier2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/feeds/7555115108411107269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811554152550034610&amp;postID=7555115108411107269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/7555115108411107269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/7555115108411107269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/2009/11/easier-to-destroy-than-build.html' title='Easier To Destroy Than Build'/><author><name>eboudier188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758245202426250309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811554152550034610.post-5927374242855166958</id><published>2009-11-30T11:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T11:28:52.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My; Alien Interview !!!! :[</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf6S4NslXbc/SxQcykeGjaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Qfcq_S3lwfo/s1600/alien.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf6S4NslXbc/SxQcykeGjaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Qfcq_S3lwfo/s320/alien.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409980707487780258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well Yea!.. That's one freaky alien :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811554152550034610-5927374242855166958?l=ebourdier2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/feeds/5927374242855166958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811554152550034610&amp;postID=5927374242855166958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/5927374242855166958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/5927374242855166958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-alien-interview.html' title='My; Alien Interview !!!! :['/><author><name>eboudier188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758245202426250309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf6S4NslXbc/SxQcykeGjaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Qfcq_S3lwfo/s72-c/alien.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811554152550034610.post-3740150672129752003</id><published>2009-11-09T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T11:35:31.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>things im afraid of DD:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;So, I've got to list 20 thing's I'm afraid of (blog posts idea)here I go;;&lt;br /&gt;1.The dark.. (shh)&lt;br /&gt;2.Mice!&lt;br /&gt;3.Roaches!&lt;br /&gt;4.Pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;5.fans&lt;br /&gt;6.one eye'd teddy bears&lt;br /&gt;7.xD my brother&lt;br /&gt;8.my mom when i do something&lt;br /&gt;9.my cat after she takes a bath&lt;br /&gt;10.stranger danger&lt;br /&gt;11.the monopoly guy!&lt;br /&gt;12.bannana peels&lt;br /&gt;13.loud noises&lt;br /&gt;14.trains&lt;br /&gt;15.being alonee&lt;br /&gt;16.the noise when ballons pop&lt;br /&gt;17.bulls&lt;br /&gt;18.pigs&lt;br /&gt;19.horses&lt;br /&gt;20.milley cyrus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------...----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now i must pick one and right about it D:&lt;br /&gt;I pickkk... Stranger Danger! for (briannnnna!)&lt;br /&gt;Strangers are like so fudingg weird!&lt;br /&gt;they'll come outta nowhere and be all touching your hair and crappp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family:'courier new';"&gt;and like this one time one was following my mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family:'courier new';"&gt;and tried stealing my little brothers bike man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family:'courier new';"&gt;or they'll be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family:'courier new';"&gt;alll;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family:'courier new';"&gt;come help me find my puppy young man *wayy creepy voice*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811554152550034610-3740150672129752003?l=ebourdier2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/feeds/3740150672129752003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811554152550034610&amp;postID=3740150672129752003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/3740150672129752003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/3740150672129752003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/2009/11/things-im-afraid-of-dd.html' title='things im afraid of DD:'/><author><name>eboudier188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758245202426250309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811554152550034610.post-8929810985916832840</id><published>2009-10-15T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T11:42:44.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf6S4NslXbc/StdtFbgAnXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/M2ZE3oMN1_c/s1600-h/evelyns+picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf6S4NslXbc/StdtFbgAnXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/M2ZE3oMN1_c/s320/evelyns+picture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392899018848247154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my birds habitat (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811554152550034610-8929810985916832840?l=ebourdier2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/feeds/8929810985916832840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811554152550034610&amp;postID=8929810985916832840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/8929810985916832840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/8929810985916832840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-my-birds-habitat.html' title=''/><author><name>eboudier188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758245202426250309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf6S4NslXbc/StdtFbgAnXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/M2ZE3oMN1_c/s72-c/evelyns+picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811554152550034610.post-5978537457240708152</id><published>2009-10-01T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T11:40:46.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Answers toooooo question one!-- &lt;div&gt;The environment in the first video was in a Forest;there were birds there, many different kinds , &lt;div&gt;The environment in the second video was in a Desert, near lakes though; and there were gooses and little wolf like dogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The environment in the third video was  also in a Forest like place, plenty of plants around,and trees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Answers toooooo question two!-- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The places i saw in the videos were nothing like the places i saw in the videos new york doesn't have beautiful forests like that you'd be lucky to see two or three trees in one place, and usually ever other month or so you walk by and see pieces of wood cut down, unlike those videos the trees come down naturally .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Answers toooo question three!--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm the most interesting one out of three i say would have to be the forest like one; with all those birds; Cause imagine traveling there and seeing all kinds of birds everywhere you look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It would be amazingly beautiful!,&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/8811554152550034610-5978537457240708152?l=ebourdier2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/feeds/5978537457240708152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811554152550034610&amp;postID=5978537457240708152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/5978537457240708152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/5978537457240708152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/2009/10/answers-toooooo-question-one.html' title=''/><author><name>eboudier188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758245202426250309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811554152550034610.post-774911769709044122</id><published>2009-09-24T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T11:39:23.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf6S4NslXbc/Sru8MJ3sM8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/W06SVnUxpME/s1600-h/earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf6S4NslXbc/Sru8MJ3sM8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/W06SVnUxpME/s320/earth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385104696445514690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  -- Picture By: Woodleywonderwork's (flickr) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We look around; And we notice how small we are, &lt;br /&gt;Compared to other things, &lt;br /&gt;We fall short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We look around; And we notice mans creation, &lt;br /&gt;Thing's we cannot compare to;&lt;br /&gt;Creations story's and story's high. &lt;br /&gt;We fall short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We look around; And notice how were smaller then a speck &lt;br /&gt;From certain points of view, how were 1 out of a trillion. &lt;br /&gt;We fall short.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811554152550034610-774911769709044122?l=ebourdier2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/feeds/774911769709044122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811554152550034610&amp;postID=774911769709044122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/774911769709044122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/774911769709044122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/2009/09/picture-by-woodleywonderworks-flickr-d.html' title=''/><author><name>eboudier188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758245202426250309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf6S4NslXbc/Sru8MJ3sM8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/W06SVnUxpME/s72-c/earth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811554152550034610.post-751144122761163712</id><published>2009-09-24T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T11:19:51.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf6S4NslXbc/Sru3u-OkbhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8-iIjjBOFY/s1600-h/Photo+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf6S4NslXbc/Sru3u-OkbhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8-iIjjBOFY/s320/Photo+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385099797057531410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  So I had to like draw these things for my talent: ' LandScape-Still Life- And an Element Of Design, I chose Land Scape(: And yea; as you can see i drew mountains, and some clouds . It's not that good but hopefully if i keep drawing this year, i'll get better and be able to get into an art highschool :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811554152550034610-751144122761163712?l=ebourdier2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/feeds/751144122761163712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811554152550034610&amp;postID=751144122761163712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/751144122761163712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/751144122761163712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-i-had-to-like-draw-these-things-for.html' title=''/><author><name>eboudier188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758245202426250309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf6S4NslXbc/Sru3u-OkbhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8-iIjjBOFY/s72-c/Photo+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811554152550034610.post-493261640009460949</id><published>2009-09-21T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T15:50:45.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9th day of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodness! i made it to the ninth day of eighthh grade! :DD I deserve an award mann. Homeworks easyyyyyyy classes are so not D: will i make it i think not xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811554152550034610-493261640009460949?l=ebourdier2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/feeds/493261640009460949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811554152550034610&amp;postID=493261640009460949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/493261640009460949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/493261640009460949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/2009/09/9th-day-of-school.html' 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/&gt;" when the moon gets hot.&lt;br /&gt;and the sun gets hazy.&lt;br /&gt;summer '09--&lt;br /&gt;its gonna get crazy!" :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811554152550034610-9183206581159891968?l=ebourdier2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/feeds/9183206581159891968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811554152550034610&amp;postID=9183206581159891968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/9183206581159891968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/9183206581159891968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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subject. so that was pretty unusual so i guess he failed the test for passing as a human and also it gave it away a little seeing alittle robot on the side of the screen you know like hey your talking to splotchy he can be intelligent and all that so that also gave the fact away that he wasnt human xP . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked if he was human because i just wanted to know what he would say he answered he was &lt;br /&gt;another question i asked is how old he was he answered " lets just say i was alive during the great depression" &lt;br /&gt;also i asked if he was a bot he got so mad haha he replied " i AM NOT! a bot " &lt;br /&gt;i asked those questions just to see if he would be able to reply haha it was fun bugging him .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811554152550034610-5580932299152985804?l=ebourdier2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811554152550034610.post-7073638868433579159</id><published>2009-05-08T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T11:23:42.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sneakers</title><content type='html'>so i just watched this random movie; &lt;br /&gt;and it said gorillas where once people or something around that , and that they started running amd with all that running it dramatically stretched there feet out , and randomly made there legs longer , which happened to make there arms longer and blah point is theyre now people! and im wondering how the heck! did that happen -.- its like impossible  so what are they saying if i stop walking and runing my feet will return back to a gorillas foot ??? O.o these are my questions you should like post this here by blog a comment either answering my question or about a rocking child hool memory xDD &lt;br /&gt;tskk , &lt;br /&gt;27 posts now :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811554152550034610-7073638868433579159?l=ebourdier2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/feeds/7073638868433579159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811554152550034610&amp;postID=7073638868433579159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/7073638868433579159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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blond day for me so im going pretty nuts unlike my friends who are counting down the minutes till they can make a break for it and run out of school xD im hoping on my way home i'll like bump into a unicorn or maybe an elf to make this friday intresting!  if i were to bump into a unicorn OMG!  i would ask wheres charlie :] or or if they new where candy mountain was but yeaa, if i bumped into an elf id ask him to pick up my change since hes so close to the ground , i doubt hed really mind  ''P ... but really i doubt thats gonna happen but hey my brothers pretty close to being an elf and i can pretend my cats a unicorn BOOM BAM BABY :) now i think ive wroten enoughh for today this makes 26 posts ! i'm proud&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811554152550034610-2326302145374404681?l=ebourdier2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811554152550034610.post-2272342293089929564</id><published>2009-03-26T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T06:08:55.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>girl friend break in storyyyy(:</title><content type='html'>c (: &lt;br /&gt;if he liks you that much he should be able to trust you and eh i also agree with B hes totally a stalker breaking into someones account is way to much . if he doesnt trust you enough that he thinks he has to take it into his hands and actually break into your pageto like what read your messages and see who youre talking to? so if he really actually does have strong feelings for you he has to back away and trust you pshh . if not then you can find some1 who can =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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storyyyy(:'/><author><name>eboudier188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758245202426250309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811554152550034610.post-2563932998462402723</id><published>2009-03-26T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T06:09:23.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boyfriend break in storyy.</title><content type='html'>i think choice C makes most sense cause her reaction will tell if somethings going on the other two are an invasion of privacy which at one point she'll probably find out no duh. which will just make her mad and who knows she'll end it or something because you didnt trust her at all. especially breaking into her messages . those are DEFIANTLY private cause how would you feel if she broke into your account and read your 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811554152550034610.post-595782236449495112</id><published>2009-02-09T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T06:57:11.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>text monster</title><content type='html'>i just watched tex monster it was about this couple but the girl wouldnt leave her boyfriend alone for nothing everyother min she was texting him where you at ? who you with ? so near the end we got options a.to tell her ur phones broken b.to tell her she needs to trust u nd giver her some space nd c.to go away to a horse ranch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i choose c , to move to a horse ranch .i picked this answer because i dont want no one to bother me, a horse ranch is pretty far and i dont want get text'd 24\7 so yea in a horse ranch ill have no connection. and maybe i can make one of the horses eat my phone so i wont get so bothered with all these text messages and phone calls. im pretty sure the horses wont choke.if not id just break up with the guy because hed be getting on my last nerves not being able to trust me at all nd texting me every 5 mins .so yea i would just end it and go with someone who doesnt need to text me every min&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811554152550034610-595782236449495112?l=ebourdier2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/feeds/595782236449495112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811554152550034610&amp;postID=595782236449495112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/595782236449495112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811554152550034610.post-5893165576063795232</id><published>2009-01-14T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T11:37:31.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weird stuff!</title><content type='html'>hmm three things i would combine to make like the most revolting thing ever is ehhhhh ........... eggs hot sauce and hmmmmmmmmmm tomato sauce ( i have no clue why , those three things would just be really weird together ) so yea these three things would make some sort of weird concoction . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one weird game me any my brother use to play when we were younger , was to (this was all my brothers idea i just went along being the younger sister) he'd take everything out the refrigerator and hide them all over the place and so when my dad woke up and would go to cook breakfast he'd freak out ! like whoa ! didn't we just have a full fridge yesterday (of course wed forget where most of the food was but that just led to a new game the next day =S ) and that's one of many games i use to play with my brothers . and yea its not so weird , i don't think any game I've played with my brother was so bad like making weird foods and then eating them .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811554152550034610-5893165576063795232?l=ebourdier2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/feeds/5893165576063795232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811554152550034610&amp;postID=5893165576063795232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/5893165576063795232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/5893165576063795232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/2009/01/weird-stuff.html' title='weird stuff!'/><author><name>eboudier188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758245202426250309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811554152550034610.post-2463484591622206958</id><published>2008-12-18T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T11:05:28.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>losing some one to weed</title><content type='html'>well i think the decision that jamel made was smart , and i know how hard is must have been knowing that all your other friends are doing it and that if you dont youre pretty sure they'll get mad , so it must have been pretty hard for him to reject it . and especially with everything they said if he didnt take it he would be a herb . so yea i think the decision he made was right and yes it must have been pretty hard for him to say "no" ! . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have also once been pressured to do something because of friends (sometimes even family ) which is to do graffiti . i had been pressured several times in school and home . i denied it at school and home the reason i did was because i thought of my family and if i got caught all i would be putting them through . how much it would hurt my mom and stress her out to have another kid getting in trouble (like the 18 year old wasn't enough ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes these kids who are doing it , want other people to join them because it makes them feel stronger , and then they also get compliments like "your not a wuss liek him or her " and it hypes that person up . and they might not accept people who are diffrent who say no because i guess they look at them with hate like they messed up there life but this other person is still perfectly fine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811554152550034610-2463484591622206958?l=ebourdier2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/feeds/2463484591622206958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811554152550034610&amp;postID=2463484591622206958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/2463484591622206958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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vet , or whenever she needs her shots . and i must also regularly give her , her own exercize by playing with her daily and walking her often , so she stays healthy . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one way a person can help stop overpopulation of homless dogs is by one taking care of there dog , so that they dont have  to become homless , and also to make sure  (if you want ) to spay your dog , so it doesnt have more puppies which would need more homes . an average dog if pregnant van u believe ! can have up to six puppies! whoa i'd go crazy trying to find homes for at least two but six! so yea you get the point its crazy so make sure you make the right decisions for YOU and your dog [= .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811554152550034610-8050701555654672423?l=ebourdier2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811554152550034610.post-6686755659508656388</id><published>2008-11-20T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T06:00:25.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a typical day without my sense of sight</title><content type='html'>i wake up , i can smell the fresh sent of a morning day after it rains , i can feel the softness of my cat purring and laying beside me ,and i can hear the sound of the birds chirping near my window, and as i speak to myself i realize , one thing's missing i can't see the birds chirping , i can't see the beautiful morning with wet flowers from the rain and worst of all i cant see my beautiful cat , the one i've had since i was really young .  I'm sad , its been 4 years since i lost my sight  i was in a accident when i lost it .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811554152550034610-6686755659508656388?l=ebourdier2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/feeds/6686755659508656388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811554152550034610&amp;postID=6686755659508656388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/6686755659508656388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/6686755659508656388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/2008/11/typical-day-without-my-sense-of-sight.html' title='a typical day without my sense of sight'/><author><name>eboudier188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758245202426250309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811554152550034610.post-2555921219808869689</id><published>2008-11-12T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:47:03.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my ela story</title><content type='html'>Evelyn Bourdier                                                   November 12,08&lt;br /&gt;Ela                                                                                 I.s. 188&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fictional character&lt;br /&gt;by: Evelyn Bourdier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Beep, beep, beep” “ugh, im up “ I say to my alarm clock , as I reach over and press the snooze button. “Hmm lets see” I say to myself , “my clothes are ready and so is my book-bag” , I have to be prepared so I can get to school right on time to show im good enough to get accepted into Harvard “ , I get lost in the idea of getting accepted into Harvard, being away from all the drama at home ...... My alarm clock goes off again which brings me back to reality . I get dressed and am in my car in less then 10 minutes. Off to school I go.&lt;br /&gt;as I walk to class I spot Eric (he and I have been best friends since kindergarten ) . But instead of him being with his friends he’s with Hollie ( I have  also known her since kindergarten , the only difference is , were not best friends , not even a tad bit close to that idea) I smile at Eric then into class I go . Mr. H pulls me aside  to tell me that he’s glad im at my peak point , and that he’s pretty sure im going to make it into Harvard . I quickly take me seat and copy the do now .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As im on my way into my car I spot my mom , she’s drunk I can so tell &lt;br /&gt;as I approach her hopping she’ll allow me to drive her home so nothing will happen I can automatically smell the beer , and liquor &lt;br /&gt;. I tell her to get into the car she does , no problems .......yet. When we get home I bring up her abuse to alcohol . “well, well , well is there a problem with that?” she snaps back . “yes ! There is you don’t even remember Tommy and he’s your son , last night you thought he was a kid who broke into the apartment ma ! “ I yell back . I look at her I can see the anger and coldness in her eye’s “what ever “ she says walking away . I go to my room .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit on my bed and the thought keeps coming back to me “why am I still here putting up with all this drama?” I take a pillow and cover my face , I let out a little scream . My dad is now at my door “can I come in ?” he ask’s me “sure, “ I say “hey sweetie, are you ok ?” I just shrug “well,” he says “ I just want you to know that no matter what happens , I will always belive in you but you have to belive in yourself to hun , do not let all of this stop you from for filling your dream “ . I look up at him and smile “thanks pop , I think right now you’re the only one who believes in me “ he gently kisses my forehead “good night sweetie “ he says while walking out my room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walk to school the next day ( mom took my car... again  ) Eric pulls me aside .” hey , haven’t talked to you an a while “ I can feel a smile cross mt face “mhmm , I have been busy “ he smiles , “we all have “ . I can see Hollie she looks pretty jealous “ I laugh silently to myself “ ( I got her jealous ) “well I go to go “ I say to him “sorry “ , he sighs “it’s fine ill talk to you later “. As I walk away I can hear Hollie say  to Eric “why do you talk to that thing “ . “ugh” I say to myself while going to class . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When lunch comes I pick a spot away from every one else . When I suddenly see Eric approach me . “so you’re stalking me now “ I say with a flirtatious tone . “you sure im the one stalking “ he says back with a laugh , and a smile to die for . I motion him to sit with me . As I look around I realize this is the perfect time to talk to Eric just one on one . “so....” I say “what’s up” he looks at me “it’s weird he says but....this year I wannabe with you more “ he says , I think I am blushing but I cant tell im to busy trying to realize what to say . But before I can , he kisses me then walks away . I feel like im melting but in a good way  . I smile to myself .  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my way inside the house , I realize the mails there I quickly look through it and there it is , my heart skips a beat the letter from Harvard I close the door then run to my room . As I open the letter I whisper almost a thousand times to myself saying “please say yes , please say yes “ when I open the letter fully I feel like crying I GOT ACCEPTED , I jump up and down with joy , and im pretty sure I screamed the I got accepted part cause 5 minutes  later my dad runs in my room with the biggest smile on his face. “ that’s my girl “ he says which follows with a hug. I can feel the tears of jot stream down my face . “ha” to every one he said I wouldn’t be able to .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811554152550034610-2555921219808869689?l=ebourdier2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/feeds/2555921219808869689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811554152550034610&amp;postID=2555921219808869689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/2555921219808869689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/2555921219808869689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-ela-story.html' title='my ela story'/><author><name>eboudier188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758245202426250309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811554152550034610.post-4274659611965382394</id><published>2008-10-24T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T11:21:18.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my daily life as an african goldminer</title><content type='html'>I'm tired , didn't get much sleep last night ....But now I'm up early to start all over again . in and out of holes looking for priceless rocks and tiny bits of gold. Im  using mercury and a lot of digging and traveling. I'm not like other little boys and girls unlike you guys i cant play or have regular meals with my family. and to tell you something I'm scared that one day i might not  make it out of one of those holes .. or the mercury might start giving me symptoms  i've heard about these symptoms , there not good at all . like people losing thee sight slowly , or dizziness . im hopping one day and can run away from all of this .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811554152550034610-4274659611965382394?l=ebourdier2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/feeds/4274659611965382394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811554152550034610&amp;postID=4274659611965382394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/4274659611965382394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/4274659611965382394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-daily-life-as-african-goldminer.html' title='my daily life as an african goldminer'/><author><name>eboudier188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758245202426250309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811554152550034610.post-83450313920827636</id><published>2008-09-19T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T18:49:28.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>supersize me #2</title><content type='html'>#1- i think  that consumers who eat at McDonalds shouldn’t be able to sue McDonalds because they’re the ones who choose to eat there. if they knew better than they wouldnt have ate there . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2-     i think that mccdonalds not only bribes children with their own parks but also  with the toys . which is wrong cause every body knows that kids will go anywhere were there are toys and its not like they wont find out cause they make comercials to get people to now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3-i think that its kind of  dangerous to be giving food to  mccdonalds to children cause it is  like giving them cigaretts because  if they keep eating and keep going on like smoking  if u keep doing it soon enough it’ll catch on to you and you’ll end up with diabities or die .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811554152550034610-83450313920827636?l=ebourdier2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/feeds/83450313920827636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811554152550034610&amp;postID=83450313920827636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/83450313920827636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/83450313920827636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/2008/09/supersize-me-2.html' title='supersize me #2'/><author><name>eboudier188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758245202426250309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811554152550034610.post-8658242326562148952</id><published>2008-09-19T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T18:48:51.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>supersize me #1</title><content type='html'>#1- I visit fast food restaurants about  once every week. And almost every time i go to a fast food restaurant i do think about what im eating and if its healthy . i think about this because of my mom she worries about what every one eats and of its healthy . and also because i know that the food im eating is not really healthy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2- I think Morgan might be getting all these check-ups because he wants to know  how he is know and  then when he comes back after the thirty days he can tell ow much of difference just thirty days can do to you . And Im guessing morgan will become unfit and his cholesterol will go real high . And i don’t think hell be in perfect health or in perfect shape because of all the fats and oils in the food . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 -i think that it is sad that theres even a McDonalds in a hospital because what if some ones in the hospital for  diabeties  and thy get hungry and all there  is McDonalds so that just can make them worst .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811554152550034610-8658242326562148952?l=ebourdier2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/feeds/8658242326562148952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811554152550034610&amp;postID=8658242326562148952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/8658242326562148952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/8658242326562148952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/2008/09/supersize-me-1.html' title='supersize me #1'/><author><name>eboudier188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758245202426250309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811554152550034610.post-8629416914038307315</id><published>2008-09-19T18:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T18:46:55.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>about advertising</title><content type='html'>Do you ever think why children always want the top new thing or the stuff they saw on t.v  well that is because of the secrets of advertising . the people who actually  make these comercials make sure to add super cool things to attract the children like maybe adding a cool name or saying that even a superstar uses it or a really popular celebrity . so this makes the kids want it even more then before . Another thing is the special affects maybe like fire around the toy or thing to hipe it up and other stuff like that and these are some of the secrets to advertising .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811554152550034610-8629416914038307315?l=ebourdier2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/feeds/8629416914038307315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811554152550034610&amp;postID=8629416914038307315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/8629416914038307315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/8629416914038307315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/2008/09/about-advertising.html' title='about advertising'/><author><name>eboudier188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758245202426250309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811554152550034610.post-4265644084452439526</id><published>2008-09-19T11:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T11:30:41.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>is our cafateria food healthy</title><content type='html'>well i was thinking about supersize me chapters 19-22 and i was thinking how our schools lunch  is not so healthy yeah it may have a salad bar but if u think of it how many of the children in  this school actually take their time to go and check it out . so really our cafeteria is no different then the one on supersize me . and also  i thought what do i eat for lunch most of the stuff i eat is not healthy  and all  the foods contain  oil . And i think i would like healthy food in our cafeteria like … shrimp or salads and more grilled stuff instead of fried .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811554152550034610-4265644084452439526?l=ebourdier2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/feeds/4265644084452439526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811554152550034610&amp;postID=4265644084452439526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/4265644084452439526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/4265644084452439526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/2008/09/is-our-cafateria-food-healthy.html' title='is our cafateria food healthy'/><author><name>eboudier188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758245202426250309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811554152550034610.post-4855821820518153095</id><published>2008-09-19T11:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T11:14:28.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCARECROW</title><content type='html'>Theres this teacher. And he looks exactly like a scarecrow.Hes tall and scary looking . And instead of keeping the crows away he keeps the children away . with his scary looking self .and his weird face .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811554152550034610-4855821820518153095?l=ebourdier2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/feeds/4855821820518153095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811554152550034610&amp;postID=4855821820518153095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/4855821820518153095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/4855821820518153095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/2008/09/scarecrow.html' title='SCARECROW'/><author><name>eboudier188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758245202426250309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811554152550034610.post-9104799462141918935</id><published>2008-09-12T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T11:42:17.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>now i know how bad myspace can be</title><content type='html'>Today  i read an article about a girl who killed her self because of a problem she had on myspace . This problem was  that the girl like kind of developed a relationship with a person she thought was a really nice guy who ended up being her friends mother . Her and the guy became close friends  hed tell her nice stuff but then one day he called her like a snob and other mean things so the girl got real depressed cause of all that he suddenly said and hung herself in her closet . And all along this suppose to be boy was really her friends mom. And know they are trying to arrest the person on myspace but i would say not to because he didnt actually kill her  he just said a couple of cruel words so he shouldnt be put in jail cause he really didnt do anything .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811554152550034610-9104799462141918935?l=ebourdier2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/feeds/9104799462141918935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811554152550034610&amp;postID=9104799462141918935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/9104799462141918935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/9104799462141918935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/2008/09/now-i-know-how-bad-myspace-can-be.html' title='now i know how bad myspace can be'/><author><name>eboudier188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758245202426250309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811554152550034610.post-7979500588593294727</id><published>2008-09-12T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T11:37:41.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src='http://docs.google.com/EmbedSlideshow?docid=dgkbpbb6_02d2xmkf6' frameborder='0' width='410' height='342'&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8811554152550034610-7979500588593294727?l=ebourdier2188.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/feeds/7979500588593294727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8811554152550034610&amp;postID=7979500588593294727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/7979500588593294727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8811554152550034610/posts/default/7979500588593294727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebourdier2188.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-summer.html' title='my summer'/><author><name>eboudier188</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758245202426250309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
