<?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-501300573458886296</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:59:55.794-06:00</updated><category term='Summer'/><category term='Country'/><category term='Talent Show'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Metro Station'/><category term='Beyonce'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='Cute Is What We Aim For'/><category term='Future'/><category term='Commerical'/><category term='Dancing'/><category term='Single Ladies'/><category term='Drama'/><category term='Soulja Boy'/><category term='Parents'/><category term='Song of the Day'/><category term='College'/><category term='Prom'/><category term='Lady Gaga'/><category term='Chicago'/><category term='Mad TV'/><category term='Sex'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Work'/><category term='History'/><category term='Teachers'/><category term='Facebook'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='School'/><category term='WPA'/><category term='Britney Spears'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Flo Rida'/><category term='Golf'/><category term='Disappointment'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Break Up'/><category term='Happiness'/><category term='Blogging'/><category term='Basketball'/><category term='Cops'/><category term='Love'/><category term='The Corrs'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Grades'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='President Obama'/><category term='Spring Break'/><title type='text'>pancakes&amp;&amp;waffles</title><subtitle type='html'>who wants some blog for breakfast?!    i know i do.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-1011328815459209968</id><published>2010-04-25T13:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T13:26:47.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Day :  Shove -- Angels and Airwaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QJSZuY98quc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QJSZuY98quc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-1011328815459209968?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/1011328815459209968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=1011328815459209968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/1011328815459209968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/1011328815459209968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2010/04/song-of-day-shove-angels-and-airwaves.html' title='Song of the Day :  Shove -- Angels and Airwaves'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-4182137858407104991</id><published>2010-04-20T17:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T17:06:05.810-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of the Day'/><title type='text'>Song of the Day -- Hells Bells by AC DC</title><content type='html'>Everyone knows this one.&lt;br /&gt;Or if you don't, then damn.&lt;br /&gt;It's a good one. I was a big AC DC fan in 8th grade... And haven't listened to them for a while. They just had a concert a couple days ago too. You've got me ringing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZrCw8po7JKo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZrCw8po7JKo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-4182137858407104991?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/4182137858407104991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=4182137858407104991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/4182137858407104991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/4182137858407104991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2010/04/song-of-day-hells-bells-by-ac-dc.html' title='Song of the Day -- Hells Bells by AC DC'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-8779206939069859528</id><published>2010-03-15T16:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:18:53.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Day -- Telephone by Lady Gaga ft. Beyonce</title><content type='html'>&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GQ95z6ywcBY&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GQ95z6ywcBY&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-8779206939069859528?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/8779206939069859528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=8779206939069859528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/8779206939069859528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/8779206939069859528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2010/03/song-of-day-telephone-by-lady-gaga-ft.html' title='Song of the Day -- Telephone by Lady Gaga ft. Beyonce'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-8278446193393896957</id><published>2010-03-15T16:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:03:17.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while....</title><content type='html'>Here's a post about Amway//Quixar.. SHADDYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ot31XhgE_XE&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ot31XhgE_XE&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qgnvMfDu47c&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qgnvMfDu47c&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-8278446193393896957?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/8278446193393896957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=8278446193393896957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/8278446193393896957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/8278446193393896957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while....'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-5228010406369970863</id><published>2009-06-22T19:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T19:43:22.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Computer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I got a new computer.. and now I have the freedom to do whatever! Not that I’m going to do anything different though..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;School is over and summer is here.. So I probably won’t be blogging as much for now, but we’ll see! [&amp;lt;3]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-5228010406369970863?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/5228010406369970863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=5228010406369970863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/5228010406369970863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/5228010406369970863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-computer.html' title='New Computer'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-8608222061419994777</id><published>2009-05-18T08:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T08:33:25.482-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cops'/><title type='text'>Prom 2009 -- Success</title><content type='html'>I think Prom turned out better than I expected. With all of the drama that happened before-hand, I was expecting more to go wrong the day of. Pretty much everything went smoothly, and I had a really great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair appointment with Jordan and Jenny went well. My hair didn't turn out how I expected it, but what style does? It still looked great, and there is no debating that I looked like a princess. :) A few girls in our group came over to get ready together. There was no fighting, no anger, anything. Everyone had a good time, and we all looked amazing. We took a few pictures there together before we went to Amanda's with the whole group. Our dates picked us up at my house, and then we went to Kennedy to get in the limo. The limo was on time and everything went well, so we then went to Amanda's house to take pictures. Everyone looked great, and pictures were okay. It was hard to coordinate the big group to do everything at the same time, and it was super windy. The only bad thing, my hair started to act up. Luckily I had a bobby-pin on hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Amanda's we went to Grand March, which was okay. Our gym floor is being redone, so we had to have our Grand March in the auditorium and Black Box this year. Even though it was different, it still was all good. We had an amazing dinner at Elmcrest!! After we all ate, everything was cleared out and the dance began. It was a little crowded like always, but it was still so fun! I had the most fun at this dance than any other dance I've been to, (which is expected). After the dance, Shea and I went back to my dad's house where I showered quickly before post prom. On the way from my house to post prom, we saw a guy from our school get pulled over by the cops. We thought it was something small like a seatbelt violation, but it turns out that he failed the sobriety test, and ended up in jail. Now that's a big prom no-no. I later found out that he isn't passing his required Economics class, and he isn't graduating. Man that sucks!!! Plus he's not the type of guy you would expect to be held back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post prom was amazing. It was fun to spend time with all of my friends, just hanging out and having a good time. They had plenty of amazing food and drinks, and they decorated the bowling alley to fit our theme. For the last hour of post prom they had a hypnotist. Man that was the funniest thing I have seen in a long time. 4 of my close friends went up: Jenny, Haley, Jordan, and Olivia. Olivia was kind of quiet, but the other 3 were hilarious. Jenny ended up saying stupid things like, "You need to shave your butt," to the hypnotist, and "I just saw Coach White naked."&lt;br /&gt;The Coach White thing was the line of the night. Just because I don't know who all reads my posts, I'm not going to say much about Coach White other than most of the senior girls think he's good looking for an older guy. Even that is a little risky, but hey I can't disagree. Of course he was at post prom, and Jenny has him for first hour Econ. That's gonna be awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was a really great night. Everyone at my school looked great, and I hope everyone had as much fun as I did. [&lt;3]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-8608222061419994777?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/8608222061419994777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=8608222061419994777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/8608222061419994777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/8608222061419994777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/05/prom-2009-success.html' title='Prom 2009 -- Success'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-1920101441113313299</id><published>2009-05-15T07:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T08:35:27.570-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Golf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mad TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Comedy on the Golf Course</title><content type='html'>Here are some of the things the golf team and I laugh about constantly. We do awful imitations, reenactments, and role-playing. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad TV - Can I Have Yo Numba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4D0555EtAZ4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4D0555EtAZ4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad TV - Bon Qui Qui at King Burger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jZkdcYlOn5M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jZkdcYlOn5M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad TV comes up with some funny stuff. I know these videos are old, but man we can't get enough of them. [&lt;3]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-1920101441113313299?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/1920101441113313299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=1920101441113313299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/1920101441113313299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/1920101441113313299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/05/comedy-on-golf-course.html' title='Comedy on the Golf Course'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-869809861569261615</id><published>2009-05-15T07:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T08:13:21.925-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>PROMA!!!!!</title><content type='html'>We've got some major prom drama going on now. Everyone is switching groups, and people are joining our group without our permission. There is now a total of 22 people in our prom group, and 20 of those are going in our limo. Another group of about 6-8 couples wanted to join our group last minute, because they didn't make any plans and they said our plans sound good. They also said they don't have a group. 14 or 16 people sure sounds like a pretty large group to me!! Just because they didn't plan ahead and make their plans a month before doesn't mean they should just get to jump into our group..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also one girl in our group wants to leave our group to join the others. She feels bad because they don't have plans, and started making plans with them without telling any of us. She wanted to take pictures with the other group, go to Grand March with the other group, and hang out with the other group after post prom, but still go in our limo. Yeah, she had already made plans to go in the limo with us, and had already paid her share for it, but I think that's a little uncalled for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, turns out everything ended up okay. I guess she's coming in our group, and the random 16 others are making their own group and have their own plans. Hopefully this is the end of the Proma going on this year...!! I'm so excited! [&lt;3]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-869809861569261615?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/869809861569261615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=869809861569261615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/869809861569261615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/869809861569261615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/05/proma.html' title='PROMA!!!!!'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-6372721863196636572</id><published>2009-05-15T07:34:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T08:07:54.508-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talent Show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Single Ladies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beyonce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dancing'/><title type='text'>Talent Show 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://myplay.com/files/video_stills/beyonce_ring480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" alt="" src="http://myplay.com/files/video_stills/beyonce_ring480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the first year of the four years I have been here at Kennedy High School, I don't think I have been to a talent show once. Wait, now that I think about it, I may have gone to one my freshman or sophomore year. Anyways, they don't really interest me. But now this year I'm a senior, and I'll know most if not all of the people competing. One group, The Single Ladies, consists of my friends. Kate is playing Beyonce, and Andriana and Jenny are the two backup dancers. Jordan and I are the coaches and choreographers. We've been practicing every chance we get, which is hard because we all work and have such busy schedules. I wasn't too worried about being the coach, because I didn't have to get up on stage and actually perform the dance. But it is work. I actually do have to coach them. I have to video tape each time they dance, and go back through it with them and tell them what isn't right. When we aren't taping, I have to count out the steps for the difficult part, and reassure them that they look good. So I basically have to know the whole dance too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah yeah it's not that much work, I should stop complaining. We are learning the dance in parts, and then slowly putting it all together. The last practice we had was Monday or Tuesday of this week, and it's all coming together. The first half of the dance we have down pretty solid, and the next few parts are iffy. Not going to lie, Jenny and Andre have the dance down better than Kate so far. And Kate is our Beyonce. Once we have all of the moves down, then my work begins. I have to watch and take notes, and shout commands in the middle of the dance. I have to watch their arm movement their feet, and every part of their body to make sure they are doing the same thing at the same time. Each move has to be solid, swift, and perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I probably know what you're thinking right now. It's just a school talent show, why does it have to be perfect?? Well, we all decided that we're going to work our hardest to make this perfect. Yes we want it to be fun, but we want the school to know that we are the Single Ladies. We know how to dance. Basically, we're awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out now that Jordan and I might have to come up on the stage afterall. We won't have to do the dance, but they want us to do some sort of an introduction. Something along the lines of, this was this Single Ladies before -- insert bad dancing -- and here's the Single Ladies now... -- insert good dancing that we worked on forever -- I hope it all turns out well, and that we all don't embarrass ourselves too much!! If I get the chance, I'll try to post a video of the finished product! [&lt;3]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINGLE LADIES VIDEO&lt;br /&gt;Learn the dance.. Half Speed Video&lt;br /&gt;From : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ThsyGGm-20"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ThsyGGm-20&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ThsyGGm-20&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ThsyGGm-20&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-6372721863196636572?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/6372721863196636572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=6372721863196636572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/6372721863196636572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/6372721863196636572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/05/talent-show-2009.html' title='Talent Show 2009'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-3424365625401494016</id><published>2009-05-07T19:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T19:22:14.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Day -- Red Red Wine</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rg1iEBWxVeQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rg1iEBWxVeQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Okay so I just discovered that this isn't Bob Marley? Clearly I'm not a huge Bob Marley fan, or UB40 fan in this case. I thought this was his song all along, then when I logged onto &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.youtube.com"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt; I was told otherwise by many enraged fans. I feel kind of dumb now. Anyways, this is a good song. It reminds me of summer and calms me down. How can anyone resist? Okay I'm sure it can get old, but I haven't heard it for so long that that doesn't apply here!! Enjoy [&lt;3]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-3424365625401494016?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/3424365625401494016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=3424365625401494016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/3424365625401494016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/3424365625401494016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/05/song-of-day-red-red-wine.html' title='Song of the Day -- Red Red Wine'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-5986395934740966603</id><published>2009-05-05T07:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T07:32:55.888-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Feliz Cumpleanos</title><content type='html'>Today's my birfday.&lt;br /&gt;Well actually right this very moment, my mom popped me out.&lt;br /&gt;7:13AM on May 5th, 1991.&lt;br /&gt;What a good day that was!&lt;br /&gt;Here's some happy birthday videos I found..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ym_k8Q-jK9w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ym_k8Q-jK9w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hIfxriwEgMs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hIfxriwEgMs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eTTMLbuc8GA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eTTMLbuc8GA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-5986395934740966603?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/5986395934740966603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=5986395934740966603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/5986395934740966603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/5986395934740966603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/05/feliz-cumpleanos.html' title='Feliz Cumpleanos'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-5884929523959779075</id><published>2009-05-05T07:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T07:32:13.512-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Golf'/><title type='text'>Supermeet 2009</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we had the Supermeet at Airport National Golf Course. Let's just say that course has the easiest 27 holes of golf. Yeah, thats right. There's 27 holes, not the usual 18. In our meet of 14 different teams across the state in our conference, we only played 18. Instead of 36, par there on the front 9 holes is 32. The par on the back? 31. So obviously the total par we played was 63. At a course with this low of par, we are expected to shoot better than we normally do. So I shot better, but definitely not a 63. I shot an 80, which is my all-time best on 18 holes. I was happy with my score, even though I knew I could've done a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know who did shoot a 63 yesterday? Alex. She did really well, and shot exactly par to win the whole meet. She beat out Sarah Boss, the #1 player from Waterloo West. Waterloo West was the winning team yesterday in the first of our two meet tournament. This year we are in the Mississippi Division this year, with Waterloo West, Dubuque Wahlert, Iowa City High, Iowa City West, Linn Mar, and us. This is basically the hardest conference ever. The system is rigged. We placed 4th out of the 6 teams in our division. If we would've been in the other conference, we would've placed 2nd, losing to Dubuque Hempstead by only a few strokes. I'm sure the system isn't really rigged, we just got placed with 5 other really good teams by chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second and final meet in the Supermeet is at Bunker Hill. Where apparently there are no bunkers at all except for a few? Anyways, hopefully that goes well too, and we place better than 4th in our division. [&lt;3]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-5884929523959779075?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/5884929523959779075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=5884929523959779075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/5884929523959779075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/5884929523959779075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/05/supermeet-2009.html' title='Supermeet 2009'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-2816290982881939823</id><published>2009-05-01T10:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:05:47.444-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of the Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Gaga'/><title type='text'>Song of the Day -- Love Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rd6dmeCZTxU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rd6dmeCZTxU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; Another Lady Gaga song. Every single one of her songs are catchy, and I'm hooked right as I start the song. At the moment I'm super bored at school, chillin in the IMC waiting for 3rd hour to be over. I'm listening to this song as I type this very sentence. If I wasn't alone with the librarian here, I'd probably be singing this song and dancing. Hopefully no one would watch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, today's finally friday. I love fridays so much. I only have to work on Saturday and Sunday, which isn't too bad. Hopefully tonight something fun will come up, because I need something to get my mind off things. This hasn't been a very good week. Today is our first of two Senior Skip Days, and of course I'm sitting here. Not skipping. I totally would be skipping right now but my dad says I should catch up on school work because I've been missing so much from golf. Like I wanna be in physics more than I have to be. Anyways, I'm just happy I don't have to be here, even if it's only two days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lunch is in ten minutes!! I'm not sure what I'm gonna have, but I'm super psyched to at least get some carrots and dip. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today we had our Senior Panoramic Photo in the West Gym. That was pretty much the lamest thing ever. We had one of those things freshman year too. I got the freshman year one, and now I'm buying this one. I think it'll be funny to look at how people have changed over these years. Well anyways it was stupid because everyone (aka the guys) was being immature and yelling and making faces. Yeah it's funny but I have a feeling it won't be funny in 10 years when I look back at these pictures. After that picture, we had to take our pictures for the awards we earned at Senior Recognition Night. I was in 4 of them for 4 years of math, 4 years of science, 4 years of social studies, and 4 years of spanish. Woop. I was sitting by my friends, so they decided to make funny faces for most of them. I didn't really want to, but I just couldn't resist for a couple. I don't wanna describe what we were doing cause I don't want anyone mad at me. (It was nothing inappropriate)!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I might have ADD at the moment. It's probaby temporary. I should probably go, because I'm really feelin some lunch right now. Until next timmeee!! [&lt;3]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-2816290982881939823?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/2816290982881939823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=2816290982881939823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/2816290982881939823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/2816290982881939823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/05/song-of-day-love-game.html' title='Song of the Day -- Love Game'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-4854547953979217439</id><published>2009-04-30T07:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T07:43:10.808-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Golf'/><title type='text'>Suck It Up and Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MO4rDD08y2E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MO4rDD08y2E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watch this. It is amazing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-4854547953979217439?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/4854547953979217439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=4854547953979217439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/4854547953979217439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/4854547953979217439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/04/suck-it-up-and-play.html' title='Suck It Up and Play'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-8390038435565452702</id><published>2009-04-30T07:20:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T07:52:55.288-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='President Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Golf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grades'/><title type='text'>Grade Frustration -- Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pictopia.com/perl/get_image?provider_id=66&amp;amp;size=550x550_mb&amp;amp;ptp_photo_id=7938364"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://pictopia.com/perl/get_image?provider_id=66&amp;amp;size=550x550_mb&amp;amp;ptp_photo_id=7938364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OKAY OBAMA I SEE YOU WITH THAT KENNEDY SHIRT!!! That's what's up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everything has been cleared up. I guess my grades were okay enough for me to play golf still, and my coach just made me not play so I had the chance to figure everything out before my grades did get that bad. I still am upset with my teacher though, and I'm pretty sure we'll never get along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so get this. Yesterday we had to take a school-wide survey about our school in general, and the teachers and staff. We were told to only base our opinions off of what happened this year, so that means we get to rate the teachers we have right now. Let me just say that teacher didn't get such a good grade. I talked to my friends and other people that have him, and it turns out I wasn't the only one that gave him a good rating. But oh well, I think he needs to learn to respect students because I didn't even do anything to him. Yeah so what I have a somewhat bad grade in his class, that doesn't mean he has to be rude does it? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it'll all be over soon when I graduate. Which isn't that far away! I think we only have about 15 days of school left, or something around there. Hopefully it all works out!! [&lt;3]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-8390038435565452702?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/8390038435565452702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=8390038435565452702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/8390038435565452702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/8390038435565452702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/04/grade-frustration-part-2.html' title='Grade Frustration -- Part 2'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-1478024625040824864</id><published>2009-04-30T07:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T07:18:42.265-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of the Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flo Rida'/><title type='text'>Song of the Day - Sugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/emEUjKihYoo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/emEUjKihYoo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;I love this new song! I've been hearing this song over the radio over the past couple weeks and I love it! I had already downloaded it onto my Zune before it hit the radio, and liked it then, but now it's just awesome. I didn't realize it was a Flo Rida song until he started rapping, and I was actually surprised. When my friends heard it first in my car, they started singing &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zA52uNzx7Y4"&gt;Blue (Da Ba Dee) by Eiffel 65&lt;/a&gt;. I'm pretty sure they fell in love with it just like I did. I hope you all enjoy!! 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Hahah. This song's pretty tighhttt..! I heard this song for the first time at Iowa State, when my friend Kate and I were at Greek Week. We were at a block party at one of the frat houses, and were dancing. Okay don't worry, there was no illegal activity taking place whatsoever! But anyways, the song is perfect for dances and just goofing around, and it's got a really catchy beat. I'm pretty sure there's a specific dance that goes with this, but to find it you may have to &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.youtube.com"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt; it. Enjoy!! 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You are not allowed to have an F in any class, and if you do, you cannot play. I could go into more details, but you get the picture. We're almost into the middle of the golf season now, and one of my grades is starting to slip. And it's my physics grade. Physics is my hardest class, and let's just say I have my opinion of the teacher, but I'm not going to say more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get my grade up ASAP, and I'm having a little trouble. I'm taking 90% of the blame on this one. I did turn in some things late, and I didn't have my priorities straight. I put off a couple homework assignments, thinking that I would do them later and it really wouldn't really make a difference. Yeah that's probably the worst thinking I could have, and it's a terrible attitude to have about my school work. I know now that isn't going to fly here in high school, and it definitely is not going to fly in college. Now is the time that I need to kick it into gear, and know I will get no where if I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other 10% is not exactly my fault. Last week we had a quiz in physics. I took the quiz with the rest of the class, on time, and turned it in like every one else. Our teacher told us the next day that he worded some questions weirdly on the back page of the quiz, and we were going to retake that half of the quiz the next day. So I retook the quiz, once again, with everyone else. Midterms were last week, and my physics grade came out at the beginning of this week. I had a 59% in the class. I am barely failing. So I look at my missing assignments and I'm missing a quiz. I'm assuming it is the quiz that I took, and retook. I'm really starting to get mad, because I took that quiz at the same time as everyone else. Did my teacher lose my quiz? I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed after yesterday to try to get this all figured out. My teacher says that he hasn't even graded the quizzes, which I don't understand because he put them in the gradebook. Anyways, I hope this all gets figured out real soon because I'm tired of all of this drama, I just want to play some golf and graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today will be the day that I talk to my coach. According to my physics teacher, she is going to "beat me" today. We'll see how it goes. I already vented to my parents, for the most part, so hopefully I can talk to my coach without getting all worked up, and start bashing on my physics teacher. This whole situation really makes me mad. I'm mostly mad at myself for letting things get this far. Hopefully it'll all work out today, and soon I'll be back on the golf course with the rest of my team! [&lt;3]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-3014743793201122494?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/3014743793201122494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=3014743793201122494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/3014743793201122494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/3014743793201122494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/04/grade-frustration.html' title='Grade Frustration'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-3226324691252442293</id><published>2009-04-14T07:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T07:32:20.530-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Commerical'/><title type='text'>E Trade Commercial</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U8Ev5HgGACg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U8Ev5HgGACg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;This is one of the funniest commercials I've seen. I love almost all of the E Trade baby commercials, just because they are so unique. This one I embedded is supposedly outtakes from other commercials, but it's still hilarious. Some people think they are stupid but I can't help but laugh! [&lt;3]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-3226324691252442293?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/3226324691252442293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=3226324691252442293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/3226324691252442293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/3226324691252442293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/04/e-trade-commercial.html' title='E Trade Commercial'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-8322594391051728010</id><published>2009-04-14T07:27:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T07:50:54.395-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>And It All Comes Together...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.starpulse.com/Photos/Previews/SixteenCandles09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="http://images.starpulse.com/Photos/Previews/SixteenCandles09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prom is coming up soon. The date is May 16th, and I'm not really sure if I'm ready so far. I guess you could say I still have a lot of time, but it feels like to clock is ticking fast and I'm running out of time. There's so much to plan and figure out, so many appointments to set up, and so many things to pay for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our prom group was our first hassle to get over. At first we had everyone set, and there were about 18 or 20 people in our group. Then over time more couples wanted to join our group, because I guess we're just that popular. Kidding. Anyways, I think our group is at the maximum capacity for the Hummer limo we're renting, and I can't remember if that is 22 or 24. The maximum capacity for a table at dinner is 20, so one or two couples are shit outta luck. The next hassle was figuring out a limo. At first, everyone was all for riding in a limo. But then a few couples were backing out because of the price. To attempt to make a long story short, everyone is taking the limo now. We all have to pay $23 or so, just for an hour of riding in luxury. I think its worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm just glad I have a date! I'm going with Shea, a guy I work with and went to middle school with. I was really afraid I wasn't going to be asked, but now I am! Well technically he's not my date because he hasn't asked me yet. He hasn't asked me yet because he refuses to ask me in a normal way. He told me it has to be cute, because it's my senior prom. He also told me he refuses to let me pay for anything! As great as that may sound, he's coming to my prom and I don't expect him to pay for everything! I'm hoping I can find a way around that... Oh I was also afraid he might want me to come to his prom, but he told me that we're going to ours because he's been to his prom 2 times already. Soo I'm pretty happy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hoping all goes well, and all this drama pans out. I want this day to be one of the best of my life, and the most memorable as well. I'm going to be spending a whole day, or more, with my best friends, and a new potential guy :) Yeah I guess I just ruined it, Shea is "Jason". Oh well! I'll probably blog about it more later, but thats all for now! [&lt;3]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-8322594391051728010?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/8322594391051728010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=8322594391051728010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/8322594391051728010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/8322594391051728010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-it-all-comes-together.html' title='And It All Comes Together...'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-1934305278987685163</id><published>2009-04-14T07:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T07:24:16.830-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of the Day'/><title type='text'>Song of the Day -- Video Killed the Radio Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XWtHEmVjVw8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XWtHEmVjVw8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;I haven't heard this song in such a long time. I don't listen to it very often, and I don't really know what the point of it is, but I like it. Its a classic basically. This video is pretty cool too, so you should check it out. [&lt;3]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://artists.letssingit.com/buggles-lyrics-video-killed-the-radio-star-mz5ht6j"&gt;-- Lyrics --&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-1934305278987685163?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/1934305278987685163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=1934305278987685163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/1934305278987685163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/1934305278987685163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/04/song-of-day-video-killed-radio-star.html' title='Song of the Day -- Video Killed the Radio Star'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-1034911316990158575</id><published>2009-04-13T07:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T07:13:08.141-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of the Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Country'/><title type='text'>Song of the Day -- Down the Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I9wPAkJhSMw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I9wPAkJhSMw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;I'm starting to think this relationship is gonna start to grow.. And I'm kind of scared. I don't know if this relationship with "Jason" is going too fast, or it is too soon after my last relationship. I don't want to jump into anything, so I'm gonna take it slow. I think he doesn't mind. Anyways, this is his favorite song. I don't generally like country, but it's starting to grow on me. Enjoy [&lt;3]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-1034911316990158575?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/1034911316990158575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=1034911316990158575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/1034911316990158575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/1034911316990158575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/04/song-of-day-down-road.html' title='Song of the Day -- Down the Road'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-5565485167579924158</id><published>2009-04-13T07:23:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T07:45:15.877-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicago'/><title type='text'>Chicago Trip 2009 -- Failure or Success?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos.igougo.com/images/p135107-Chicago-the_Bean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://photos.igougo.com/images/p135107-Chicago-the_Bean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to Chicago this year was definitely not as fun as last year. One bad thing seemed to happen right after another. Overall it wasn't that bad, but my expectations were a lot higher, so I set myself up for some disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, the bus trip was not a good time. Of course I was expecting a lot of people to be sleeping on the way there because we left so early, but I was hoping it would liven up a little. I knew a lot of the people on the trip, so it wasn't awkward or anything, it just wasn't fun. Hardly anyone talked, and there was nothing to do. And to top it all off, I felt bus sick the last hour of the trip. The way home was a lot better. Not as many people slept, and we talked a lot more. I did feel a little sick again, but I wasn't too worried about it because we were having more fun. We watched 3 movies all together: Ferris Buller's Day Off, The Princess Bride, and The Simpsons Movie. Are you kidding me?! Why couldn't we save the best for last, because everyone Ferris Buller's Day Off dominates all of those movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that made Jenny and I mad was that we didn't stop at the lake. Last year we arrived a little early, so we got out and stretched our legs for a bit and looked at downtown from the lake. It was really refreshing, and cool to experience. Although our teacher didn't gurantee that we would stop there, we were kind of hoping that we would get to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing is little, and probably doesn't seem like a big deal. At the Art Institute we took an hour tour with a chaperone and a tour guide. Jenny and I were hoping to be in Kollasch, our teacher's, group. We haven't seen him in a while or talked to him, so we were hoping to spend a little time with him. Of course, we weren't in his group. He stuck us in this random group of kids that we never hung out with, and a chaperone that we didn't even know. That made us a little grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that was everything that went wrong. I can't really remember. Overall it was a good trip, and it was definitely worth missing a day of school. I'd recommend it to anyone, but don't get your hopes up unless you're ready for the possibility that they might be let down. Man I sound like a complainer and a party pooper, but we were both really looking forward to this trip. Oh well! I'm over it. It was a good time. :) [&lt;3]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-5565485167579924158?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/5565485167579924158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=5565485167579924158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/5565485167579924158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/5565485167579924158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/04/chicago-trip-2009-failure-or-success.html' title='Chicago Trip 2009 -- Failure or Success?'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-4237007864475973694</id><published>2009-04-09T07:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T07:12:36.723-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Britney Spears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of the Day'/><title type='text'>Song of the Day 2 -- If U Seek Amy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PH2d_PlN0XU&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;So this song has hit the radio recently. I'm not sure if I like it or not. It's pretty good and creative, but already its starting to get old. Britney has been coming up with some catchy and unique songs, so right on. I'm pullin for ya. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-4237007864475973694?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/4237007864475973694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=4237007864475973694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/4237007864475973694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/4237007864475973694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/04/song-of-day-2-if-u-seek-amy.html' title='Song of the Day 2 -- If U Seek Amy'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-3135283722747137013</id><published>2009-04-09T07:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T07:11:57.818-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of the Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Gaga'/><title type='text'>Song of the Day -- Starstruck</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FMgeR0EJjZA&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;What a good song. Sophie just introduced me to this song, and it's pretty cool. It seems like a typical Lady Gaga song.. Pretty unique. All of her songs are pretty good, but this one has been especially stuck in my head for the past couple days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/starstruck-lyrics-lady-gaga.html"&gt;-- Lyrics --&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-3135283722747137013?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/3135283722747137013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=3135283722747137013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/3135283722747137013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/3135283722747137013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/04/song-of-day-starstruck.html' title='Song of the Day -- Starstruck'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-9104525947099340734</id><published>2009-04-09T07:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T07:53:03.418-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Relationships At Their Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_204/11943641890iM4v9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_204/11943641890iM4v9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, things are finally starting to look up. I've mostly moved on from Elliott, and realized that our relationship wasn't good for either of us. We don't talk anymore, and I have a feeling we won't ever will. Maybe it's for the best. I have also met someone else, who I'm not gonna say the name of just yet. We'll call him Jason. No not Jason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shupp&lt;/span&gt;. Alright so I've know Jason since 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade, when he came to Harding Middle School from Linn Mar. We were distant friends throughout middle school, and then he went to Linn Mar for high school. After that we didn't really talk. Now I work at the Collins Road &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HyVee&lt;/span&gt;, and he recently got a job there. Long story short, we started talking and hanging out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We aren't official or anything, the relationship is just in it's early stages. I think early stages of a relationship are some of the best times. You have the thrill of meeting someone new, and learning all about them. You also start to develop little middle school crushes, and are shy every time you are expected to say something. I know I'm that way at least. I'm about the shyest person you will ever meet when it comes to guys. It's like a genetic thing I seriously can't help it! As much as I want to be outgoing and overcome my shyness, I just can't help but be cautious about what I say and do when I'm first meeting a guy. Even if I don't even like them as more than a friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I love relatioships. I usually always want to be in one. I think I just like knowing that I'm wanted and loved, or something like that. I'm hoping this relationship goes somewhere, but then again I'm afraid. I'm hoping it's not happening to quickly, and I'm gonna make sure that I'm gonna take it slow if something does happen. Well that's all for now I think! [&lt;3]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-9104525947099340734?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/9104525947099340734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=9104525947099340734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/9104525947099340734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/9104525947099340734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/04/relationships-at-their-best.html' title='Relationships At Their Best'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-2232234695039277204</id><published>2009-04-01T21:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:37:34.207-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of the Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Song of the Day -- Kiss Me Through The Phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nHaG447D-QU&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;My friends just introduced me to this song, and I love ittt! I had no idea that it was Soulja Boy.. and to be honest I'm kinda shocked. But the thing I don't know is.. Is that him singing in the chorus or is that someone else? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, this song is pretty cool and pretty unique as well. Normally I find Soulja Boy songs to be kind of annoying, and loud. I like a lot of them, but they seemed a little childish compared to some other young artists. Now that he's becoming famous, I think he's changing his style a bit to fit in with other artists.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you want to see the lyrics, you can visit this video on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nHaG447D-QU"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;. The lyrics are on the page. Or you could look 'em up online. Either way! Hope you all enjoy [&lt;3]&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-2232234695039277204?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/2232234695039277204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=2232234695039277204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/2232234695039277204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/2232234695039277204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/04/song-of-day-kiss-me-through-phone.html' title='Song of the Day -- Kiss Me Through The Phone'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-3483209432446835621</id><published>2009-04-01T21:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T07:36:15.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Chi Town</title><content type='html'>On April 10th, I'm taking a class trip to Chicago! Last year, my spanish teacher, Kollasch, took our junior class and other classes to Chicago to the Art Museum. We were studying Spanish artists such as El Greco, Vasquez and others. After the museum we went to a Spanish tapas restaurant &lt;a href="http://www.cafeiberico.com/"&gt;Cafe Iberico&lt;/a&gt; and ate a bunchhh of food, and it was really good. It was a lot of fun, and I was really wishing we could go there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, as seniors, my friend Jenny and I get to go again with the junior class as chaperones! It's kind of funny to think that seniors will be chaperones of people only a year younger than them, but I don't care. I think we will be doing the same things as the juniors, and we're just coming along for the ride. We still have to pay for everything, but it is all worth it. Chicago is a really cool place, and I want to go there any time that I am provided the oppourtunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first last year, the only reason I signed up for the trip was because we got to miss a day of school on friday, which meant 3 day weekend!! This time, I'm actually really excited to go. To convince other people to sign up, Jenny and I went in to Kollasch's classes and talked to the juniors about the trip, and how it was totally worth it. We told them all about how the museum was not boring at all, because you get to wander around on your own a lot, and take pictures. Then the food is really good, even though it sounds really weird and disgusting. I think we got a couple new recruiters on board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny's boyfriend, Brenden, is a junior and he is going on the trip. I kinda wish I had a junior boyfriend going on the trip too, because I don't wanna bug Brenden and Jenny the whole time.  Oh well, I know other people going on the trip. OH! and I almost forgot.. There's this huge shiny silver bean in the middle of a park in chicago, and we got to visit that too because we were a little early. I guess it's like 3 stories high, and you can see yourself in it. It was a lot of fun to take pictures of yourself in it too. It was really super nice that day, so I got to wear a sundress. I hope this year is the same, or at least it isn't crappy out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh I'm so excitedd!!!!! [&lt;3]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-3483209432446835621?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/3483209432446835621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=3483209432446835621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/3483209432446835621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/3483209432446835621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/04/welcome-to-chi-town.html' title='Welcome to Chi Town'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-4513888400861150676</id><published>2009-03-29T11:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:38:01.345-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of the Day'/><title type='text'>Song of the Day -- Poker Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v1hBPzPGrUA&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" color2="0x4e9e00" fs="1&amp;amp;color1="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope you enjoy [&lt;3]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-4513888400861150676?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/4513888400861150676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=4513888400861150676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/4513888400861150676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/4513888400861150676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/03/song-of-day-poker-face_29.html' title='Song of the Day -- Poker Face'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-8852602893223239989</id><published>2009-03-29T11:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T11:09:05.818-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Break Up'/><title type='text'>True Colors</title><content type='html'>It was only a matter of time before Elliott showed his true colors. It's a long story that I don't want to explain, but to cut it short, we are over. For good. Yeah we took breaks and were still together, but this time, I'm not coming back. He lied to my face about many things, and we're officially done. Although it doesn't sound like it, he ended it for good, but man am I happy as hell that he did. I wasn't even upset, just more infuriated. He has a new girlfriend now, who I've heard is a big whore at her middle school. Yep, middle school. But anyways, I wish her the best of luck because I can't wait until she finds out what kind of person he was, and how he treats girls. I hope she breaks his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being this brutally mean. But girls if you knew Elliott the way I did, and how he treated me, you'd be a little grumpy too. [&lt;3]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-8852602893223239989?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/8852602893223239989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=8852602893223239989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/8852602893223239989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/8852602893223239989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/03/true-colors.html' title='True Colors'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-3537919623021754030</id><published>2009-03-29T10:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T10:52:55.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scheduled Outage</title><content type='html'>That scheduled outage we had on Blogger really upset me. I thought that meant that the whole site would be down, and no one could access it for a bit. So I got on, and thought everything was working fine. I posted two beautiful posts, looked at my page, and found that they weren't posted. Annndd they weren't saved. Ugh. Looks like I'm going to have to retype them all again, and spend a bunch of more time doing something I already took the time to do. Shucks. [&lt;3]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-3537919623021754030?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/3537919623021754030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=3537919623021754030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/3537919623021754030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/3537919623021754030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/03/scheduled-outage.html' title='Scheduled Outage'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-7830901867449538953</id><published>2009-03-25T17:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T12:02:09.978-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of the Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Break Up'/><title type='text'>Song of the Day -- Forever and For Always</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6GYx6FoLMfU&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;Like I always say.. This is a good song too =] I started this post about when Elliott and I broke up, and it was a time I was sad. When I heard this song after we broke up, I was in a car full of friends coming back to our hotel from the Mall of America. I immediately started to cry when the chorus started, and it was bad. That was the first time I felt sad, and like my heart had been smashed into a million pieces. It's still hard for me to listen to this song, and I start to think of all of the good times Elliott and I had. Right now it's hard. I'd be an emotional wreck if I didn't have the memories of the bad times in my mind to get me through it..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's getting easier to let him go with each and every day, and I know I'll be better some day soon. I'll never forget about him, but hopefully my feelings for him will disappear soon. Every day is a new day. My friends have been great, and I love them all so much. I know everything will be alright. [&lt;3]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyrics007.com/Shania%20Twain%20Lyrics/Forever%20And%20For%20Always%20Lyrics.html"&gt;-- Lyrics --&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-7830901867449538953?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/7830901867449538953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=7830901867449538953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/7830901867449538953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/7830901867449538953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/03/song-of-day-forever-and-for-always.html' title='Song of the Day -- Forever and For Always'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-5241239772057500886</id><published>2009-03-19T07:39:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T11:02:33.070-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of the Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Song of the Day -- Girlfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R5xm0VjPqBU&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;Ohh man good song =]. The first time I heard this song, it was when my friends were belting it out in my kitchen at the top of their lungs. I had no idea what the song was, but I was starting to hate it because they didn't stop singing it. Ever. Finally one day when I was browsing videos on &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.youtube.com"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;, I thought of the song and thought I would give it a chance. I looked it up, and listened to it. Turns out it's not that bad of a song. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you haven't heard this song before, it's worth checking it out. Yes it's a love song, but to me, it stands out from the crowd. It's not a common song that you've heard on the radio, which is refreshing once and a while. At the end of my post, there's a link of the lyrics to this song, which are neat too. Hope you like it! [&lt;3]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/danielbedingfield/girlfriend.html"&gt;-- Lyrics --&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-5241239772057500886?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/5241239772057500886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=5241239772057500886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/5241239772057500886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/5241239772057500886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/03/song-of-day-girlfriend.html' title='Song of the Day -- Girlfriend'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-6456098098358328765</id><published>2009-03-16T14:35:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T07:28:38.339-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Golf'/><title type='text'>Golf Season 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sacramentohi.com/JQHHolidayInnSacramento/uploadedImages/golf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 285px;" src="http://www.sacramentohi.com/JQHHolidayInnSacramento/uploadedImages/golf.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kennedy Girls' Golf season of 2009 is underway. Practice started on Monday, and I can already tell the team may be struggling this year. We lost a couple of our top golfers from last year; one graduated, and the other one quit. This year we have only 9 girls out for golf. We never have very many girls on the team, but this year seems extra small. We have 5 seniors, 1 sophmore, and 3 freshmen. I've only practiced with the freshmen once this season, but so far I haven't been too impressed. Not to be mean though, cause hey they're freshmen. My friend Brigham is a freshmen, and he said they might be good. You never know, they might come around! Anyway, our first tournament is in the beginning of April, and I have a feeling we might not be ready when it comes around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, the team and I won Regionals, which guranteed us a spot at the state tournament. To be honest, that was probably all luck. We all just happened to be on the top of our game that day, and everyone else in the tournament was playing badly. Or something like that. Maybe we were better than them, but I don't think so. At the tournament, we placed 8th. There were only 8 teams at State. Okay so, not so good, but hey at least we could say we were the 8th team in the state! Okay this year I don't think we'll get that lucky. Our players on Varsity will always be changing, because the number 5 and 6 players are probably around the same skill level. It'll be an interesting season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 5th and 6th hour release, and so does Sophie, one of my best friends on the golf team. She and I are planning on going golfing during that time, instead of after school with most of the team. During the first part of the season, I think I'm going to go after school for a bit, so I can hopefully make some new freshmen friends (or at least see how good they are). At this point in the season, we are practicing instead of playing. Hitting balls at the range is fun and all, but I'm pretty excited to start playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really decided whether I'm going to be nervous at our meets or not. Usually I'm nervous for the first couple meets, then after that, its no big deal. I think I'm more nervous thinking about how well we will do against other teams in the area. We don't really have big competition, but we aren't usually at the top of the state. I think it'll come down to how well the freshmen do, and who is going to be playing what spots. It's gonna get here faster than I want it to, but oh well. [&lt;3]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-6456098098358328765?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/6456098098358328765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=6456098098358328765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/6456098098358328765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/6456098098358328765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/03/golf-season-09.html' title='Golf Season 09'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-1510181671327360566</id><published>2009-03-16T14:23:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T14:33:20.104-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring Break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Spring Break 09!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.freefoto.com/images/19/10/19_10_13---Spring_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.freefoto.com/images/19/10/19_10_13---Spring_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally the time has come. This is the last week of school before spring break. It's my last spring break of my high school career, and for once I'm actually going somewhere (I think). Usually every spring break I stay at home doing nothing, while a lot of my friends go off to Cancun or Hawaii for a warm getaway. Well I can't brag; I'm not really going anywhere warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I do go somewhere, it would be to the &lt;a href="http://www.mallofamerica.com/shopping.aspx?gclid=CJCm09CXqJkCFSAeDQodIniWqA"&gt;Mall of America&lt;/a&gt; with a few friends. My friend Andriana's mom would drive us, because none of our parents would let 4 girls drive up to Minnesota by ourselves. I'm also going with Kate and Jenny. I'm so excited! The only thing stopping me is work. I'm scheduled to work on Saturday and Sunday, and we would leave for Minn on Saturday. I'm trying to work that all out now, and I'm pretty confident to say that it'll all work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When//if I go, I really want to hunt around for a prom dress. It will give us 4 a chance to look around for dresses, in hopes of finding one that hopefully no one else will get. In CR, there aren't many dress shops. If I don't find one in Minnesota, I'll probably order one offline, or go to another city or something. Prom is coming up in less than 2 months, and so I'm kind of crunched for time. It's time for me to start thinking about who I'm going to ask (Elliott) and how I'm going to ask him. Because to be honest, if I don't go with Elliott, I'll probably be dateless. Guys never ask me to dances, and I'm afraid it'll be that way for prom too if Elliott says no. So much to worry about, so little time. [&lt;3]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-1510181671327360566?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/1510181671327360566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=1510181671327360566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/1510181671327360566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/1510181671327360566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break-09.html' title='Spring Break 09!'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-1132159874849415968</id><published>2009-03-13T12:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T11:32:03.774-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>All The Rules Change</title><content type='html'>This is the final term of my high school career. It's basically the last term of the easiest part of my life. From now on, everything will be harder. The future will bring on new a greater resposibilities, and I'm scared shitless. I'm excited to be done, and finally move on with my life, but there's always that part of me that will want to stay home. I don't wanna leave my home, where my parents watch over me and basically care to my every need. I don't have to do my own laundry (most of the time), I don't have to pay bills, I don't have to worry about if we have enough food. Any of that. But soon enough, I will have to start worrying about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Economics teacher Mr. Grady, gave us a big speech during our first day of class. He stressed how important his class was, and how it will help us in the future. The main point he stressed was, all the rules change. After high school, all of the rules change. No one is going to be along side us guiding us through college and during our job. All of the responsibility to make it through school, up to this point, was on the shoulders of our teachers. In college and in the work force, that all changes. The responsibility is on us now. No one cares if we go to class, teachers won't care if you fail. You're paying for your college tuition, so if you don't go to class, that's wasted money out of your pocket. It's kind of mind boggling if you think about it, because at this point, we're adults now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought at first, it can't be that big of a change. We're just moving on to a different level of education. Yes, that is true, but it's to a whole new degree. We have more freedom in college, more freedom that we can choose what we do with. Either we can spend our freedom badly, by partying every night and being dumb. Or we can do what is expected, and do our homework and studies first. I plan to hopefully do a little of both. Of course my number one priority will be school, and if I do have some free time, I'd like to have some fun once and a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College will be a hard time, and it will be hard for me to get used to at first. But overall I think it'll be fun and a great experience for me, and everyone else. It's what gets us to the next level -- the rest of our lives. College helps build our future, and it can be fun. I'm anxious to see how it all pans out [&lt;3]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-1132159874849415968?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/1132159874849415968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=1132159874849415968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/1132159874849415968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/1132159874849415968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-rules-change.html' title='All The Rules Change'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-3104290637349073586</id><published>2009-02-20T07:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T07:42:05.954-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of the Day'/><title type='text'>Song of the Day -- Go Hard Or Go Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GVqR9H9vuEA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GVqR9H9vuEA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Its game time now. Basketball season is almost over, and hopefully we make it to state this year! Today is the last game of the season, and we play Dubuque Wahlert. The sophmores are doing well this year, and so are ours, so I have a feeling it'll be a really good game. I can't believe the season is almost over, because it feels like it just started. I feel like it's been a really great season to end on, it being my senior year and all. I've been to as many games as I could make it to, and they've all been so fun. Hopefully there's more to come [&lt;3]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-3104290637349073586?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/3104290637349073586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=3104290637349073586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/3104290637349073586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/3104290637349073586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/02/song-of-day-go-hard-or-go-home.html' title='Song of the Day -- Go Hard Or Go Home'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-7442918798002220149</id><published>2009-02-19T09:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T07:41:37.328-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Corrs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of the Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Song of the Day -- Summer Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aM-63y_SPIs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aM-63y_SPIs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;I'm starting to think winter should be done right abouuttt... Now. I'm getting sick of all this nasty snow and slush all over, getting my car all dirty. Even though this song is pretty old, I heard it for the first time during the summer a couple years ago. This and other songs remind me of the warm summer nights, hanging out with my friends and just having a good time. I'm a senior this year, so I'm going to have a longer summer than years before. Before I go away to college, I want to have the summer of a lifetime. I want to hang out with my friends and boyfriend, and create memories that'll last forever. There's obviously no gurantees to that, but I'm pretty sure it'll happen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The past summers I have are probably some of the most memorable moments in my life. Even though some of the moments aren't good ones, I still remember so much of what has happened the past few years. This summer will be great too. I've made new friends, actually have a boyfriend to spend time with, and I have my full license (long story). I'm hoping my parents will let up on the rules a little bit this summer, since it'll be my last one in high school. One of my favorite things to do in summer is lay on my driveway at night and look at all the stars. My house is perfect for this because we live out in the country, sort of. I sit out there and think about a lot of things.. Sometimes I think about if there are other people somewhere in the world looking at the same stars I am. There's so many different worlds and people out there that I don't know about, and it's crazy to think about what all I'm missing out on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I do some of my deepest thinking in the summer too. I always reflect on the past year, and think about what is coming in the future. This summer I'll have a lot to think about, with college coming up. It's going to be hard to leave my friends, most of who are staying here in CR. It's also going to be a tough decision figuring out what Elliott and I are going to do. I've been avoiding as much as I can, but sooner or later we are going to have to sit down and talk about what we are going to do about our relationship in the future. As much as I hate to think about it, I'm going to be 2 hours away at college while he's here still in high school. We're going to have to think about if we can stick together, and work through this long distance relationship, and know we can trust each other. If we can't we're going to have to split up, knowing that our decision is for the best. Lately we've been hinting at the subject, and I think we are probably going to salvage our relationship and stand the distance. Although this can change over the next few months, I'm hoping it doesn't. This summer will be interesting. [&lt;3]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-7442918798002220149?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/7442918798002220149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=7442918798002220149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/7442918798002220149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/7442918798002220149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/02/song-of-day-summer-sunshine.html' title='Song of the Day -- Summer Sunshine'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-6709938895869727415</id><published>2009-02-15T18:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T19:30:01.492-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of the Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Song of the Day -- Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7gq0sRCrcPg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7gq0sRCrcPg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Happy Valentine's Day everyone =] Well a day late I guess.. For once I actually have a boyfriend on Valentines Day, which is nice for a change. Valentine's Day is a whole day to express your love for your significant other, and I love it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This Valentine's Day, Elliott and I went out to dinner with my friend and her boyfriend to Elmcrest, which was a lot of fun. We got all dressed up lookin all cute and had a fancy quiet dinner. After that, we went to the move He's Just Not That Into You (chick flick I know). Anndd after that we split off and did our own thing. It was a lot of fun to get out for once, rather than being stuck inside watching a movie like we usually do. So.. We went out, but we.. still saw a movie? Hmm not much change. Oh well. You get the point. It's nice to have a night focused on a relationship, and hopefully cherishing that relationship you have.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And for those that don't have a significant other... Valentine's Day usually sucks. Well it did for me in past years, so I'm guessing it's still the same. It's basically a day to celebrate how alone you are and how lame single life is, and while couples go out together you're at home by yourself eating a pint of Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's while watching The Notebook with your dog. For all of you in this situation, love will come to you someday =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Valentine's Day everyone [&lt;3]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-6709938895869727415?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/6709938895869727415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=6709938895869727415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/6709938895869727415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/6709938895869727415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/02/song-of-day-happy-valentines-day.html' title='Song of the Day -- Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-6364490843112822234</id><published>2009-02-11T15:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T19:29:08.958-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of the Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><title type='text'>Why Blog?</title><content type='html'>So what's up with this blogging thing? Why do we blog in the first place? Well first of all, I kind of have to. At first I didn't like to blog. I thought it was pointless and stupid, and I always put it off and thought I would do it later. I never did. But lately I've started to actually like blogging, and expressing my 'writing' over the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do I like to blog? One, I get to type out my happiness, frustration, sadness, or whatever emotion I'm experiencing that day, through it. I know I'm no famous person, and have a million people visit my page routinely, and I'm okay with that. At this point, I don't care if people like, or even read what I have to say, I'm just putting it out there for my own purposes. For example, if you are told a really really big secret, and you aren't supposed to tell someone, you get this growing anxiousness in the pit of your stomach. You have to tell someone. Telling someone this secret, is almost like me telling, well no one, how I feel. I'll be honest and say that no one is going to want to sit down with me and listen to everything that happened to me that day, and why I am feeling the way I am. Of course I don't do this on my blog, but it's a way for me to cope with how I am feeling. Blogging my feelings is like a big sigh of relief some days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason I blog is to share stories and personal experiences. I know many don't read my blog, and I think that is why I feel so comfortable showing my feelings and sharing experiences in my posts. A way I show my feelings is through some stories I tell on my posts, and now recently, through my songs I choose for Song of the Day. I'm not saying I'm Mother Goose and I'm telling ridiculous stories with hidden morals in them, hoping that people follow in my footsteps. No way. I don't expect people to listen or like what I have to say, and the stories that I share, but I enjoy doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my last reason why I blog. I do it, because I want to. I like to. It makes me happy knowing that &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; thoughts and &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; feelings are out there, for everyone to see. Maybe a post of mine could help someone through a hard time, or even just make their day a little bit better, knowing they aren't the only one going through something they may be experiencing. I think it's so cool that I have my own website, completely mine. I didn't have anyone else help me, I did everything on my own. It's almost like a self-esteem booster or something. On my blog, I can talk to anyone. It just amazes me that this one website can be seen all over the world. There's no boundaries, (kind of) and no one is really telling me what to say, or what to think. Not everyone has their own website where they can talk to the world. I think that's just about the coolest thing ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-6364490843112822234?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/6364490843112822234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=6364490843112822234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/6364490843112822234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/6364490843112822234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-blog.html' title='Why Blog?'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-6089042815004481300</id><published>2009-02-07T17:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T18:05:23.737-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute Is What We Aim For'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of the Day'/><title type='text'>Song of the Day -- Practice Makes Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/96HYHQQXB8s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/96HYHQQXB8s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Another &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.cuteiswhatweaimfor.com"&gt;Cute Is What We Aim&lt;/a&gt; For song.. The video is from &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www,youtube.com"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;, but the song title on the video is wrong.. It's Practice Makes Perfect. Once again, another great song produced from the Rotation album released in 2008. Hope you enjoy [&lt;3]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-6089042815004481300?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/6089042815004481300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=6089042815004481300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/6089042815004481300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/6089042815004481300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/02/song-of-day-practice-makes-perfect.html' title='Song of the Day -- Practice Makes Perfect'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-7596349235479055277</id><published>2009-02-05T07:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T17:37:55.259-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute Is What We Aim For'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of the Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Song of the Day -- Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ma_gK76CgO8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ma_gK76CgO8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;One of the best songs I've heard in a long time. &lt;a href="http://www.cuteiswhatweaimfor.com/"&gt;Cute Is What We Aim For&lt;/a&gt; is one of my favorite bands, because of the lyrics and diversity in each of their songs. I said in one of my first posts on this blog that CIWWAF shows a whole new side of their band with this new CD, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Rotation-Cute-What-We-Aim/dp/B0018QCXAU"&gt;Rotation&lt;/a&gt;. Each of the songs are very different, including this one. I was disappointed at first when I was flipping through their songs when I first got the CD, hoping for a slower song. Time is the last song on the CD, and when I heard it, I immediately fell in love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'd definitely recommend this CD to anyone who doesn't generally like main-stream bands, and is always looking for new sound. Check them out on &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.myspace,com/cuteiswhatweaimfor"&gt;MySpace&lt;/a&gt;. [&lt;3]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-7596349235479055277?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/7596349235479055277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=7596349235479055277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/7596349235479055277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/7596349235479055277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/02/song-of-day-time.html' title='Song of the Day -- Time'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-4612245798452699174</id><published>2009-02-04T19:21:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T10:02:53.736-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disappointment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WPA'/><title type='text'>WPA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1404/1431919489_a0a5bbd3fc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1404/1431919489_a0a5bbd3fc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its only a matter of time before the girls of Kennedy High School start going crazy thinking about WPA. For all of you that don't know what this is, WPA stands for Women Pay All. It's a dance. WPA is coming up in the beginning of March, and the girls have to ask the guys this time. We also pay for the tickets, the dinner, and the pictures. At the rate this is going, I need to start saving my money now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of the year, before I had even met Elliott, I came up with this brilliant idea of how I wanted to ask my date to WPA. I had no idea who I wanted to ask, but it would be perfect if he happened to play basketball. When I started dating Elliott, this idea became perfect because basketball is his life. So I went out and bought a mini basketball, some rhinestones, and some glue. My plan was to write WPA? in big letters in rhinestones on the ball, and somehow surprise him with it. About a week ago, I started putting my plan together. I made the ball perfectly, and I couldn't wait to give it to him. I decided I was going to give it to his 4th hour teacher, and somehow have his teacher surprise him with it in the middle of class. I thought there was no point in officially asking him, because I assumed we were going together anyway, but my plan was so awesome I couldn't pass it up. So I planned to give the ball to him this past Tuesday. Everything went perfect, and he told me he loved the ball and the idea was really great. But he didn't respond to my question. I let it slide, hoping maybe he would somehow surprise me with a "yes" later in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School got out, and still no response. I was pretty impatient, so I asked him if he was gonna respond. He said he didn't know what to do, because he didn't like dances. He says he's an awkward dancer, and doesn't want to embarrass him or myself. Elliott stands at a whopping 6'6'', so saying he's awkward may not be an exaggeration. He's a basketball player, so he's not that awkward, but I still can't picture him dancing. I was shocked by his response. How could he be so selfish?! This is my dance, and it's my last WPA because I'm a senior. I do everything for him ((that's a whole other story)) and he can't sacrifice one night to make me happy.. I started to get upset. He explained why he was hesitating, and asked me if I could teach him to dance. I agreed, hoping maybe teaching him would encourage him to come to WPA with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow will be our dance lesson day. After the Varsity basketball game, Elliott will come over and I'll attempt to teach him to dance. I'm not a fantastic dancer myself, but I'll have to teach him what I know. I'm kind of nervous because I don't know how to teach a &lt;em&gt;guy&lt;/em&gt; to dance. This would be a lot easier if I was trying to teach a girl. I'm also really hoping this convinces him to go, because I don't want to fight about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update on how it goes later [&lt;3]&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-4612245798452699174?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/4612245798452699174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=4612245798452699174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/4612245798452699174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/4612245798452699174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/02/wpa.html' title='WPA'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1404/1431919489_a0a5bbd3fc_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-7643758352532591111</id><published>2009-02-04T18:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T09:53:45.752-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>Oh I Think You Lost This...</title><content type='html'>Nowadays it seems like girls and boys are getting busy at younger ages. This year I noticed there are a couple girls in the Freshman class that are pregnant. It's ridiculous to see girls that are 14 and 15 years old are having babies, not even thinking of their future. Elliott told me about a girl that is pregnant in one of his classes, and how she is going to be due pretty soon because she's huge. He told me about one day in class earlier in the year, when she was looking at her UltraSound pictures in the middle of class. She said she didn't want anyone knowing about her pregnancy, and yet she was looking at the private pictures in front of everyone. At this age, pregnancy isn't something you want to flaunt. I personally don't wanna see a knocked up preteen in a tight spaghetti-strap tanktop with her planet of a belly sticking out. It's just disturbing. I don't understand how unintelligent a young couple can be to manage to get pregnant. First of all, I don't think kids that young should be having sex in the first place, but if you're gonna put on a damn condom or something! Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virginity and sex seems to be a booming topic for my grade and other teens my age. I know plenty of people who have had sex my age, and sometimes it surprises me. When I hear things in the hallway of what so and so did with someone else, I usually listen to the juicy gossip at first but hope it isn't true. A couple of my girl friends have had sex, but only with their boyfriend that they love and have been dating for a while. Slowly all of my friends and having long, loving relationships and "becoming women" while I'm stuck here in the shadows. Yeah yeah, I'm still a virgin. I haven't been in a serious relationship for a while, and I don't want to have sex for the first time with someone that I don't even love. Now that I'm in a relationship, I'm waiting until the time is right, and making sure that I love Elliott and he loves me before I even think about taking that big step with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. I came out and said that I'm a virgin. For all of you jerks that say that I'm not a virgin, and had sex last year with a certain someone who plays basketball, you're wrong. I'm tired of hearing things about me that aren't true, and its time to set the record straight. You clearly don't know me as a friend or even a person, so just keep your rumors to yourself. [&lt;3]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-7643758352532591111?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/7643758352532591111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=7643758352532591111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/7643758352532591111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/7643758352532591111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-i-think-you-lost-this.html' title='Oh I Think You Lost This...'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-9034649922506112907</id><published>2009-02-04T18:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T07:24:26.145-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of the Day'/><title type='text'>Song of the Day -- I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2bOeCB6QI6A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2bOeCB6QI6A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For - U2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Long day, don't really feel like saying too much other than this song is good.. I know I have my awesome 4 followers but anyone feel free to comment [&lt;3]&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS.. Wow awesome I just realized there's Spanish (or whatever language) subtitles at the bottom. Oh well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-9034649922506112907?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/9034649922506112907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=9034649922506112907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/9034649922506112907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/9034649922506112907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/02/song-of-day-i-still-havent-found-what.html' title='Song of the Day -- I Still Haven&apos;t Found What I&apos;m Looking For'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-1547071229249921728</id><published>2009-02-03T07:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T07:23:58.489-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Metro Station'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of the Day'/><title type='text'>Song of the Day -- True to Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JsgRvOLn_eQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JsgRvOLn_eQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;I've loved this song ever since I heard it for the first time about a few months ago. I'm sure it's pretty old but it never gets old. If you want to see the lyrics, go to this video on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JsgRvOLn_eQ"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt; or simply search it on &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.google.com"&gt;Google.&lt;/a&gt; I'm always a sucker for a love story written in songs, and this is cute and different. I love how Metro Station mixes in sexual references into their lyrics, it really spices it up a bit. Metro Station has wicked beats and different sounds going in every song, none of them sound the same. This song always puts me in a good mood, same goes for most Metro Station songs. Anyone feel the same?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-1547071229249921728?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/1547071229249921728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=1547071229249921728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/1547071229249921728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/1547071229249921728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/02/song-of-day-true-to-me.html' title='Song of the Day -- True to Me'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-2068528283315871793</id><published>2009-02-02T07:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T07:23:28.613-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of the Day'/><title type='text'>Song of the Day -- Crash Into Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sw_x8XtngGM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sw_x8XtngGM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;One of the best songs I've heard, but not in a long time. This song speaks to me, and every time I listen to it it drags me in that much deeper. Something about the rhythm, tone and his voice keeps my attention. Not to mention the lyrics. The song touches me because I can relate to it. I hate to admit it to the whole world ((or to the 6 people that have ever read this blog)) that unfortunately I'm falling head of heels for my guy..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I say unfortunately because I don't know if I want to.. When it comes to relationships I'm always a little hesitant because I've been screwed over one too many times. I'm always afraid a guy will walk out on me, just as I start to really care for him. I know there are plenty of girls out there that are in the same boat. The only reason I hesitate with Elliott is because we aren't officially dating, as I said in an earlier post. I don't understand his reasoning for us not being official, and that scares me a little. I don't want to be a girl on the side, I want to be with him. But anyway, enough of the mushy stuff. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This song is really great because it isn't like other love songs. The different instruments and how they are played really grab my attention, and I love it. The singers voice is amazing too. I think what makes me love this song the most is the lyrics, because they are amazing. I don't know if this was professionally written or if it was by the guys in the band, but man I love them. I'm truly amazed by the lyrics of a lot of songs today, and how they word things. I don't think I could ever write lyrics to songs, because first of all I can't rhyme and the things I would say would sounds stupid. I can't even explain how some songs' lyrics make me go crazy because they are so awesome. This is definitely one of these songs.... &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-2068528283315871793?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/2068528283315871793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=2068528283315871793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/2068528283315871793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/2068528283315871793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/02/song-of-day-crash-into-me.html' title='Song of the Day -- Crash Into Me'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-8170325787918576223</id><published>2009-02-02T07:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T07:23:01.363-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='President Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History'/><title type='text'>Change Is Coming</title><content type='html'>As hopefully most of you know, Barack Obama is now our first african-american president. I probably should've written about him closer to the election and inaguration, but I guess I kind of put it out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the inaguration was taking place, I was at school. I really wish I would've been able to see what was happening in Washington the whole day, because this event went down in history. Luckly, when Obama and Biden were about to take office, I was in my government class. I have government with Coach White, one of the best teachers I've had. I'm not sure what makes him a good teacher, but I'm able to stay focused and actually learn for the whole class period because he makes it so interesting. Anyways, he's obviously big into politics, and said we were going to watch as much of the inagural process as we could. We watched CNN I think it was, and we saw different views of the millions of people in Washington D.C.. It was amazing to see America come together like we did that day to witness such a life changing event in our history. We watched the prayer take place, WHICH I HATE, Aretha Franklin sing, and the orchestra thing play the song they composed for this event. (I hated the prayer because it's CLEARLY a violation of church and state, which Coach White reminded us about 4 times during the inaguration). I thought the songs were great, and they made the experience that much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to see Biden and Obama be sworn in, which was cool. I knew right as Obama messed up the words that he was going to get a lot of greif for it, but hey if I was up there in front of that many people I'm sure I would mess up a couple words =] We also got the chance to see Obama's inagural address or whatever it was called, which was amazing. As he started his speech I immediately got goosebumps and the chills. I thought the speech was very well written, and he delivered it with great success. I don't think I would've changed anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the election, I was for McCain. I didn't like Obama's ideals at first, but now I've changed my mind. I think Obama has a good head on his shoulders, and knows what he wants to accomplish during his presidency. Now, its just a matter of whether or not he follows through with those ideals. For all of you who did not support Obama during the election, and are still against him now, you need to wake up. Clearly McCain didn't win. Obama is now the president, and there's nothing to do about it. It's time to stop crabbing about the election, and get used to the fact that yes, we do have an Democratic African-American president, and yes he's here for 4 years. I'm sticking with the classic saying, "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em." And you should too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-8170325787918576223?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/8170325787918576223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=8170325787918576223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/8170325787918576223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/8170325787918576223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/02/change-is-coming.html' title='Change Is Coming'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-5704248705884864372</id><published>2009-01-28T16:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T07:22:34.110-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>Decisions</title><content type='html'>The farther along senior year goes, the more decisions I have been having to make. Everyone my age is experiencing this same thing as well. I've been thinking about college and what I'd like to do in the future since about sophomore year, and as time goes on, the pressure keeps building and building. There are so many things I have to consider when looking at colleges, and when deciding where to apply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colleges I applied to are only Iowa State University and the University of Northern Iowa. I felt these two colleges had what I am looking for. I visit Mount Mercy as well, but their campus and majors didn't interest me as much as the other schools. During this past summer, before I applied, I visited ISU before UNI. I stayed at the schools during the past few summers for volleyball camps, but this was my first ever college visit, so I didn't know what to expect. I was really nervous, because I thought I would stick out like a sore thumb. The more I thought about it, duh I'm not going to be the only one visiting, and the kids are gonna be just as nervous as I am. As we arrived I looked around at the campus. I was scared because it seemed like it was never ending. This scared me a little. Once I got there, we signed in at a huge building and waited to take a tour with a dozen other applicants and their parents. As we broke off from the tour group, my parents took me around and showed me other places. I thought to myself, this campus isn't that big, I don't think it'd be too bad. When I got home I saw a map and realized we were only walking in about 1/4 of the campus. Once again I was back to being intimidated by the big campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My visit at UNI went a lot better. I love their campus because it's a lot smaller, and suits me well. I like the campus a lot, because it's pretty open but still small. Unfortunately though, ISU has the better academic program for what I want to major in: Interior or Architectural Design. So basically if I want a good, solid career, I need to go to Iowa State.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The decision now is if I want to stay in CR for a year and get some of my Gen Eds taken care of while at home, and then go to Iowa State for the rest of college, or if I want to just go straight to Iowa State. My parents say they are behind me whichever one I choose, but I think they really want me to just leave and get out there and go to Iowa State without any hesitations. I personally really want to stay home for another year, because most of my friends are staying here for at least a year or two before they leave the city. I hate to admit it, but Elliott does have an influence on where I go. If we stay together, I'd really like to be here another year with him. Of course my parents don't like the idea of that. It's really going to be a hard decision when I have to actually sit down with my parents and decide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-5704248705884864372?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/5704248705884864372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=5704248705884864372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/5704248705884864372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/5704248705884864372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/01/decisions.html' title='Decisions'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-8091883319494377665</id><published>2009-01-28T15:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T07:22:01.986-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><title type='text'>How Lame Are My Friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qf0hIC1WNgI&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Title: Jenny Takes A Tumble&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, unfortunately these are my friends. I'm glad to say I wasn't there, and didn't partake in any of this madness, but unfortunately I kind of wish I was. I hate to admit it, but we are this goofy on a regular basis, but you know, who cares! I love them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-8091883319494377665?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/8091883319494377665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=8091883319494377665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/8091883319494377665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/8091883319494377665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-lame-are-my-friends.html' title='How Lame Are My Friends.'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-7516090543483262894</id><published>2009-01-28T15:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T07:21:40.155-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><title type='text'>I Wubb My Girlies</title><content type='html'>I think friendship is an obvious good thing to have in your life. I know I have the best friends anyone could ask for, and I wouldn't trade them for the world. I know they will always be there for me, through the thick and thin. As I said in an earlier post, one of my best friends experienced a terrible tragedy. When this happened, all of us girls who knew about it stuck together and made sure that when she came back, that we would support her and be there as much as she wanted us to be. Not to brag or anything, but I truly think our support system helped her at least a little, knowing she had us behind her. All I really want to say is that I love my friends, and they are the greatest. None of them read this, like ever, but I think they I know I care about them anyways =] [&lt;3]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-7516090543483262894?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/7516090543483262894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=7516090543483262894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/7516090543483262894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/7516090543483262894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wubb-my-girlies.html' title='I Wubb My Girlies'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-3966757102025918128</id><published>2009-01-28T15:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T07:21:02.568-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of the Day'/><title type='text'>Song of the Day -- Flavor of the Weak</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3rZavLqSi7U&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;Another classic. :) Unfortunately this pertains to a friend of mine, who's going through a really hard time. I'll skip the really really sad part, and just cut straight to the really bad part. We'll call my friend Becky, and the guy we'll call David. So basically what happened was David did to Becky was what one may expect. David was a 'typical' guy and used Becky like you wouldn't even believe. Not to be mean to Becky, but she isn't the brightest crayon in the box. He walked all over her and she didn't even realize it. They had talked about dating, but never really got around to it. All was going well, and then my boyfriend told me what kind of guy David really is. ((My boyfriend plays basketball with David, so he told me a lot of what he says)) David was going around to the basketball team saying he "got some blonde booty". At this point, my friends and I all realized David isn't really the guy he comes off as. We asked Becky if the rumors were true, and she constantly denied it. We began warning her about him, telling her to get away from him because he isn't a nice guy. And yet, Becky still talked to David and gave him rides everywhere, and catered to his every need. Later, my boyfriend told me that David was asked if he was dating Becky and he simply said "I'd never date THAT." At this point, frustration turned into anger. It was obvious he was using Becky. My friends and I told her and told her and told her again, you have to stop talking to him and seeing him, because all you are to him is a booty call. We were tired of being positive, hoping their relationship would grow. David was not a good influence and person for Becky to be around, and it was time to do something about it....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An unfortunate event took place recently with Becky that I cannot talk about, but my friends and I do place some of the blame on David. How he treated Becky had finally caught up to her, and took a big toll on her. I hope now Becky realizes what kind of person David truly is, and will stay away from him for good. If not, I have a feeling my friends and I will have to go to him, telling him to leave her alone or we'll do something about it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and I just received some more news about David today. Apparently he already has a 'thing' with another girl. Also sounds like he's using her too. I don't know if this is true, but man I sure feel bad for the girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-3966757102025918128?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/3966757102025918128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=3966757102025918128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/3966757102025918128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/3966757102025918128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/01/song-of-day-flavor-of-weak.html' title='Song of the Day -- Flavor of the Weak'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-8994113675805757873</id><published>2009-01-22T07:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T07:21:18.614-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of the Day'/><title type='text'>Song of the Day -- Steal My Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bnE-DKzkoa4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bnE-DKzkoa4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;So my song of the day is Steal My Sunshine by Len. I'm pretty sure this song is a classic to anyone who grew up in the 90's. It's hard to believe this song is almost 10 years old. I would've completely forgotten about this song except I heard it on my local radio station, &lt;a href="http://www.kzia.com/"&gt;Z102.9&lt;/a&gt;. When I was growing up, I didn't listen to the lyrics of songs at all, just liked songs with catchy beats or cool instruments. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I have probably said in earlier blogs, I'm not too deep when it comes to interpreting lyrics or and kind of writing. It just isn't a talent of mine. When I was younger I probably thought this was a happy fun kind of song because of the beat and the happy tone they sing in, but when I read the lyrics now that changes my mind a little. In the first verse, the guy talks about drugs and how he missed out on important things in life because he was too busy getting stoned. Then in the second verse after the chorus, the girl talks about slurpy treats, and I have absolutely have no idea what's going on. There probably is a hidden meaning, but right now nothing's coming to me. For now I'm going to keep seeing this song as I did when I was little, ignoring the awkwardly weird lyrics that come along with it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-8994113675805757873?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/8994113675805757873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=8994113675805757873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/8994113675805757873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/8994113675805757873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/01/song-of-day-steal-my-sunshine.html' title='Song of the Day -- Steal My Sunshine'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-5593158056109128655</id><published>2009-01-21T09:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:13:06.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Game Obsession</title><content type='html'>Lately it seems as if the video game obsession has worn of for many guys. Well at least I don't hear about it as much as when all of the Halo games came out. Of course I'm not saying people don't play video games, it just seems the hype isn't up anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what am I talking about, of course it's still there. It's there, and pretty apparent. With all of these new games and systems coming out, video games is all my boyfriend ever talks about. For Christmas, he got an XBox 360, and almost every chance he gets, he plays it. He also got a lot of money for Christmas, and managed to save up enough to buy Guitar Hero World Tour (with the drums and mic included). I can always tell when he's playing this game because it takes him about 3 or 4 minutes to respond to every text I send him. It usually doesn't bother me, but when we are trying to have a serious conversation and he responds in between songs, that irritates me a little. Put down the damn guitar for like 5 minutes, seriously. I think it's safe to say video games have slowly taken over the minds of most teenage boys' minds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-5593158056109128655?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/5593158056109128655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=5593158056109128655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/5593158056109128655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/5593158056109128655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/01/video-game-obsession.html' title='Video Game Obsession'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-4399174491678655011</id><published>2009-01-21T09:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:06:06.148-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Cool For School... Or Anything</title><content type='html'>This is another post I have about different types of people. Most of the time when I write about people, it's usually about the type of people I don't like, or that anybody should like. This particular post is from close, personal experience. Yes, there are lot's of people like this in the world, and there are too many in my world at this point. There's many words to describe this type of person, and here's a few: arrogant, overconfident, conceited, and cocky. There are way too many people my age in my school that carry these characteristics willingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can think of many examples of people like this that go to my school, and of course I'm not going to name names, but most names that come to mind are boys. Sorry guys, but it's true. I don't know if your testosterone balances are outta whack but sometimes, you have to take it down a notch. It's really annoying when you're around people who think they are better than everyone else. They act cocky and obnoxious (sp) around their friends, and have no consideration for the people around them. Basically, if you aren't in their 'circle' you're nothing. At my school, this is how a group of guys are. They have their pool friends that are girls and guys, and they won't branch out to anyone else who isn't in there circle. If I had a dime for everytime I've been ignored or pushed around by one of these guys every day, I'd be pretty damn rich. They think of nothing but themselves, and most of the time they know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are the few guys in this circle who do occasionally branch out and are friends with other girls, but this is on a rare occasion. These particular guys are basically two faced. They act dumb and immature around friends (which most guys are usually), but when they've separated themselves from the flock they can actually be decent human beings. I think it takes a lot for a guy to be friends with people their friends dont' associate with. It's refreshing to know there are some normal men out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think by now I've branched out into two different topics, but oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-4399174491678655011?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/4399174491678655011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=4399174491678655011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/4399174491678655011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/4399174491678655011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/01/too-cool-for-school-or-anything.html' title='Too Cool For School... Or Anything'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-6030284376253086135</id><published>2009-01-21T09:46:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T09:55:31.071-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><title type='text'>Facebook Official</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bigmarketing.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/logo_facebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://bigmarketing.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/logo_facebook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships these days, it seems, aren't official unless they are posted on Facebook. To be honest, if I hear about two people possibly being together, when I come home I go straight to Facebook to see if their profile says if they are in a relationship with each other or not. I'll have to admit, I do creep around on FB once and a while, but who doesn't?! I'm pretty sure the point of Facebook is so people can look around at your profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you probably know, you can post that you are in a relationship, and even who you are in a relationship with. It really frustrates me when people say they are in a relationship, but they don't say who with. Pathetic I know. Well I guess one excuse is your significant other doesn't have a FB, but it's still fun to know! Also, each person has a "Mini Feed" to show what others have been up to on FB recently. My favorite thing to look at is the new relationships between my friends. I don't think I would know about half of the relationships I know about today if it weren't for my Mini Feed telling me so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself am basically in a relationship that isn't FB official. Yeah, I know, I'm going against what I've been talking about, but that doesn't matter. I began dating my boyfriend in November, and that relationship "ended" at the beginning of this month. I think it's pretty lame because I haven't had a relationship this short since like 7th grade. But anyway, I'll probably blog about that in more detail later. Something happened with him and his ex girlfriend, and we needed to take a break because he didn't want me getting involved. I know he still cares about me, and I believe him when he says he doesn't want me involved and that we will get back together "officially". So for now, I have taken my relationship status off FB, and Elliott and I are not FB officially together. We still talk as much as we used to, and he still cares about me the same, we just aren't officially together. It's confusing to me and I'm one of the people involved in this relationship. The point of this whole thing is, Elliott and I are basically still together, and all of our friends know that, it's just that it isn't "Facebook Officail". What is this world coming to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-6030284376253086135?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/6030284376253086135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=6030284376253086135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/6030284376253086135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/6030284376253086135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/01/facebook-official.html' title='Facebook Official'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-8512375315687558553</id><published>2009-01-21T09:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T10:09:57.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Senior Year 2009</title><content type='html'>I must say I'm starting to catch the Senioritis, too early in the year. Last year I had terrible grades, and I'm pretty sure I had Senioritis. This past term, I worked my hardest, and managed to punch out mostly A's. Even though I'm accepted in to the colleges I'd like to be, I still do my schoolwork like it actually means something. To be honest, at this point my grades pretty much don't matter. They still mean something to me, and I think that's what keeps me actually doing my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the type of person who hates rejection, and any form of rejection. Yeah, I hate relationship rejection, but that's not what I'm getting at. I hate everything bad. I feel bad when people are mean to old people, I hate when I do something wrong at work, and I hate getting bad grades. I don't like getting bad grades because my parents and teachers are disappointed in me, and for some reason I can't stand that. I keep telling myself that I won't care, but when the time comes, I really do end up caring. I don't know what's wrong with me.. Do I care too much and I focus too much on details? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now second term is about halfway over, and I'm starting to feel the urge to not do my homework. I know basically my grades at this point don't matter as much as last year's, but I still want to succeed. It's almost as if I have the angel and devil on each shoulder, each telling me a way to go with my schoolwork. At this point, I'm just trying to pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-8512375315687558553?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/8512375315687558553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=8512375315687558553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/8512375315687558553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/8512375315687558553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/01/senior-year-2009.html' title='Senior Year 2009'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-1416878081048650952</id><published>2009-01-11T11:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T11:09:38.804-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Same Ol Same Ol</title><content type='html'>Okay I just saw a commercial for a new movie coming out with Brenden Fraiser (sp?) starred in it, and I realized something. Does anyone agree with me when I say that guy needs a new haircut?! And desprately?! Okay he's had that haircut for as long as I can remember, and to be honest its not a very attractive one.. Ugh not much I can do but yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-1416878081048650952?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/1416878081048650952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=1416878081048650952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/1416878081048650952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/1416878081048650952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/01/same-ol-same-ol.html' title='Same Ol Same Ol'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-7065375011176058928</id><published>2009-01-08T07:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T11:35:33.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Tan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.slashfilm.com/wp/wp-content/images/hathawaybridewars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 440px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px" alt="" src="http://www.slashfilm.com/wp/wp-content/images/hathawaybridewars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big issue with girls today is self image. I know a lot of girls my age who tan religiously during the winter so they don't lose their summer glow. A lot of girls think they look bad when they don't tan, and other girls could care less what they look like in the winter. (at least their skin tone anyway). I've gone tanning before, but only because a school dance was coming up soon and I didn't want to look like a pasty white ghost in a formal dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem I have with tanning is because of the whole skin cancer thing. I'm afraid the girls who go tanning so much will one day have skin cancer mole things all over their body. Also I don't want to look like a wrinkly leathery skinned bat by the time I'm 42. I have really fair skin for the most part, so I have to protect my face so much when I'm out in the sun because my face burns so easily. If I burn a lot in the regular sun, I have to be especially careful when I am tanning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another problem I have with girls that tan, is when they do the spray tan thing. I've always wanted to try spray tanning, but every time I see a girl who's gotten one they look like they've been sprayed with orange juice. In the new movie Bride Wars starring Anne Hathaway and Kate Hudson, Hathaway is turned orange when she gets a spray tan for her wedding, because Hudson sabotaged the booth she was in. One day at a football game at my school, my friends and I noticed a girl that had gotten a spray tan. No one was going to say anything about it, but my friend Jordan asked her if she had gotten a spray tan. Immediately the girl's face turned from orange to red, embarrassed because someone had noticed her spray tan. I felt bad for the girl, because I'm sure everyone noticed her new color but was too nice to say anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never want to be that girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-7065375011176058928?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/7065375011176058928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=7065375011176058928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/7065375011176058928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/7065375011176058928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/01/lets-tan.html' title='Let&apos;s Tan'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-5201702308568114718</id><published>2009-01-08T07:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T11:20:46.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment.</title><content type='html'>Just like taxes and death, I think disappointment is pretty much inevitable in someone's life. I don't think a person can be completely satisfied and happy with every situation, or outcome, in their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I have had my fair share of disappointment in my life. I've had a few boyfriends, and all but one have broken up with me. I'm pretty sure every time a new guy breaks up with me I feel like a total faliure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most recent boyfriend and I are taking a break right now. He told me he needed time to clear his head, because a lot has been going on in our lives lately. A situation with his ex girlfriend has come up, and has really taken a toll on him. No, he didn't cheat or anything, but it's pretty bad. Also basketball season has started within the past couple months, and the game has been on his mind a lot. I told him from the start I understood if he needed time to rest or to be alone, because he works so hard in practice and games. The 'break' we are taking now was a big disappointment to me, because I thought I did something wrong, and I was failing as a girlfriend again. Things are starting to look up though, because we are basically back together we just aren't talking as much as we used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment comes in many forms. It may come from another person -- such as a friend, family member, spouse, or even coworker. You can also be disappointed in yourself. Maybe you got a bad grade at school, or a bad review at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself have a great life, and I'll admit sometimes I take it for granted and don't appriciate what I have. All in all I really do love the people in my life, and appriciate everything I have and everything people have done for me. My obvious advice for anyone who has been disappointed is to keep their head up. Yeah yeah that's what everyone says, easier said than done. When I've been disappointed, I wallow in sadness for a bit, but then I start to realize it can only get better from here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-5201702308568114718?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/5201702308568114718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=5201702308568114718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/5201702308568114718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/5201702308568114718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/01/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment.'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-899805795481919032</id><published>2009-01-08T07:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T18:22:00.732-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Basketball'/><title type='text'>Basketball 08-09</title><content type='html'>I'm not into the whole, worshipping college and professional basketball teams. It just isn't my thing. I don't know any of the players, and there is no professional team anywhere near the city of Cedar Rapids. I could watch the main colleges, like University of Iowa or Iowa State, but where's my motivation? It doesn't interest me to sit around watching guys play really really good basketball. I don't know, it's just how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do like going to my school sports games. I love going to the football games; spending time with my friends and watching the guys I know rough around and play some football. Same goes for our basketball team. Now that I'm older, I know pretty much every guy on the team, and going to the game is supporting to my friends. I actually know who I'm cheering for, and actually want the team to win, because it is my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I get into college, I'm sure my feelings toward college sporting events will change. I'll probably want to go to more football and basketball games, because eventually I will know those guys and girls participating in the sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, our boys basketball team is having a really successful season so far. Our sophmore team is 6-0, and improving with every game they play. The varsity team is doing well too, but I'm not sure what their record is. Basketball games are not only times to hang out with your friends outside of the classroom, but also a good way to show support for your school and friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-899805795481919032?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/899805795481919032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=899805795481919032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/899805795481919032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/899805795481919032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2009/01/basketball-08-09.html' title='Basketball 08-09'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-5481941635125668207</id><published>2008-12-17T07:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T07:34:54.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Bonita Beach, Florida</title><content type='html'>I love Floridaaa!! Vacationing in Florida is probably one of the highlights of my summer every year. Every year my dad takes me (and now his gf Vicki) to Bonita Beach, Florida -- which is near Naples. It's a great place to vacation, and I'd recommend it to anyone who wants to get away from where they're living.... Probably in the North. It has a lot to do and a lot to see. Mini golf and jet skiing are probably my favorite things to do. Laying on the beach and relaxing is pretty awesome too. The ocean is absolutely gorgeous, and the sand is pure white. It truly is a tropical and magical place to go, because there is no one there in the summer. My dad and I stay in his boss's condo right on the beach. Other condo's around the beach are owned mostly by older people, who only come down usually in the winter. Since everyone goes in the winter, no one goes in the summer. The beaches are so quiet and peaceful, which is great for relaxing. I love that place so much!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-5481941635125668207?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/5481941635125668207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=5481941635125668207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/5481941635125668207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/5481941635125668207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2008/12/welcome-to-bonita-beach-florida.html' title='Welcome to Bonita Beach, Florida'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-9166677040129908193</id><published>2008-12-17T07:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T07:29:29.994-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Cedar Rapids, Iowa</title><content type='html'>Cedar Rapids, Iowa. Sounds like a pretty normal name to me. Many people get Iowa and Idaho confused. I mean really? Come on. Idaho is in the Northwestern part of the US, and Iowa is smack dab in the middle. Idaho  =  Potatoes. Iowa  =  Corn. ITS NOT THAT HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CR is a pretty great place to live. We haven't really be affected by the economy, and our gas prices aren't that outrageous. Our crime rate is fairly low compared to other cities, and our car crash rate is one of the lowest. Hell yeah, safest place to drive! That's especially good for me, because I've been in 2 car accidents, but whatever. In CR, everyone is really nice here (for the most part) and it is an overall really friendly environment. But there are a few bad things about Cedar Rapids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There. Is. Almost. Nothing. To. Do. Compared to like Chicago or New York, there's not much to do here. Yeah, there's a couple movie theatres and a mall and good restaurants, but it seems like we're missing something. I'm not sure what it is, but it seems like Cedar Rapids could use a make over when it comes to entertainment. I know I'm not old enough but I've heard there are no bars or clubs in downtown Cedar Rapids. Yeah we just experienced the &lt;a href="http://www.kcrg.com/floodwatch"&gt;Flood of 08&lt;/a&gt; this past summer but HEY! That's the perfect oppourtunity to revamp CR and give it some life! There's no form of entertainment downtown except for the 5 seasons center (concerts and shit) and the Y (if that's still even there). I don't think I've ever gone downtown to do something fun, except go to a play with my family, or play state volleyball this fall. Let's do something about it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There aren't that many cute guys. You'd be surprised how many nasty ass dirty boys go to my school. Yeah there are some cute guys, but I'd say there is a below average amount. Probably because this city isn't that big, annndd cause I don't know every single person in CR. That's okay though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, CR is a great place to live. I'm not sure if I wanna move away from here after college, cause of all of the great oppourtunities I would have from living here. I know my way around, the cost of living is great, and we have great schools. It'll be a hard decision...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-9166677040129908193?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/9166677040129908193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=9166677040129908193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/9166677040129908193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/9166677040129908193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2008/12/welcome-to-cedar-rapids-iowa.html' title='Welcome to Cedar Rapids, Iowa'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-1903246286129928980</id><published>2008-12-17T07:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T07:14:24.937-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Days!</title><content type='html'>Who doesn't love snow days! I'm finally a senior this year, and snow days are pretty much the best part about the winter season. Now that I'm a senior, I don't have to make up any of the missed school days, because I'm graduating in May, sooner than everyone else. So far we've only 2 or 3 cancellations of school, and a few delays, but hey it's only the beginning of winter! I just wanted to express my love for 2 hr delays and cancellations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-1903246286129928980?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/1903246286129928980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=1903246286129928980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/1903246286129928980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/1903246286129928980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-days.html' title='Snow Days!'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-9138011026057587468</id><published>2008-12-10T07:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T07:47:18.707-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Want For Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LKLZxv6wA78&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LKLZxv6wA78&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-9138011026057587468?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/9138011026057587468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=9138011026057587468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/9138011026057587468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/9138011026057587468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I Want For Christmas...'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-7441354208021891670</id><published>2008-12-07T20:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T07:49:36.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday</title><content type='html'>Black Friday is friggin crazy! I didn't go out this Black Friday, like every other year, but this year I actually had an excuse. I got my tonsils out the Monday before Thanksgiving, and I was too tired to even get out of bed. While I laid in bed, I later heard stories on the news and on my homepage of my internet explorer on my laptop of the pandamonium that took place on Black Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So supposedly some people got killed on Black Friday?! What?! Okay people, time to calm down a bit. I know the holidays can be stressfull, believe me, but I'm thinkin that's a little too far. Correct me if I'm wrong, but someone got trampled at WalMart? I think that was the story, I don't know. Jeez thats insane. I can't believe people would be so determined to get a little toy for their damn kids they wouldn't even care if they stepped on the face of someone else just to get to it first. Another story I heard was someone got shot at Toys R Us! Haaa that makes me laugh. It is NOT funny for someone dying, that's obviously a terrible terrible tragedy, and my heart goes out to their family. It makes me laugh because of the location. People getting shot at Toys R Us? What is society coming to? I don't even know what to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-7441354208021891670?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/7441354208021891670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=7441354208021891670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/7441354208021891670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/7441354208021891670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2008/12/black-friday.html' title='Black Friday'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-8527803959987130027</id><published>2008-12-07T20:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T07:33:44.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Monnayy</title><content type='html'>The holidays are a very stressful time for me. I seem to have more 'worry lines' and stress acne on my face than at any other time of the year. I'm always worried about having enough money for gifts for my family, friends, and especially this year, my significant other. No, I'm not married duh, but I do have a new person in my life :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, money is a big factor when measuring someone's holiday spirit, &lt;em&gt;on the outside&lt;/em&gt;. Some families spend hundreds of dollars buying lights for their house, bushes, and everything else that sticks out on the ground. Also, there are now blow-up snowmen, Santas, and any other holiday figure. I'm into the lights around the house and maybe a little reindeer in the front yard, but I think 16 blow-up figurines, 2 tons of lights everywhere, and a live nativity scene, is a little much. Anyway, back to my point. When driving by someone's house, I think many people measure the family's holiday spirit by how many lights and decorations they have in their home. Sometimes I bet people think, "Oh they are just a typical Scrooge, no holiday spirit whatsoever," when they come up to a house with no lights or decorations at all. In their defense, an obvious reason they might not have lights up is because they may not have enough money to buy decorations. Another obvious reason, they may have better things to do. They may be busy with work and trying to keep their family in line, simply not wanting to take the time to decorate. And one last reason, they might not celebrate Christmas! Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these reasons for not decorating is fine, absolutely excusable! But on the other side, people may not want to decorate because they are lazy. Maybe they don't like Christmas, maybe they are a Scrooge. Or maybe they just think other people look absolutely ridiculous with all the lights and decorations, and don't want to partake in such activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the reason may be, obviously not everyone decks out their home for the holidays. Whatever, it's fine with me! Do what you want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-8527803959987130027?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/8527803959987130027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=8527803959987130027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/8527803959987130027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/8527803959987130027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-spirit.html' title='Holiday Monnayy'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-909696019147541619</id><published>2008-12-03T07:41:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T07:43:26.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight! Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://backseatcuddler.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/twilight-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 435px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 644px" alt="" src="http://backseatcuddler.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/twilight-movie-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did see the movie. And let me tell you... it was pretty amazing! For the most part, I loved the movie and every thing about it. I loved the casting and all of the characters, they are for them most part exactly how I pictured them in the book, and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't expecting Carlisle to be as handsome as he was. I expected him to be good looking, but older than he was. I knew he was going to be young, but I wasn't expecting the young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only part I didn't really like was when they edited a lot out of the book from the movie. I know you can't fit every single detail in a book into a movie, but I think they could've made it a little longer, maybe adding in a few more details here and there. I felt like the whole movie was going by so fast. After like 20 minutes I was thinking to myself, "Wow, we're to this part already?". It was probably because I was completely entranced in the whole movie, sitting with my hands under my butt, refusing to hold hands with my boyfriend in fear it might take away from the wonderment known as Edward Cullen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to see this movie again, because this time I will hopefully be able to concentrate more on the story line, rather than just aimlessly gazing at Robert Pattinson on the big screen. In my opinion, Pattinson was the perfect choice to play Edward Cullen. He has the same facial features I pictured, with the sculpted jawline and cheekbones, and the dark hair. I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one with that opinion, and I think he's absolutely perfect for the part. I think Kristen Stewart was a good choice for Bella, but she wasn't exactly who I pictured in my head while I was reading the Twilight series. I pictured Bella to be more normal, not as rail-thin Stewart is. I also pictured someone with a girly-er voice, one not as low as Kristen.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone agree?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-909696019147541619?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/909696019147541619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=909696019147541619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/909696019147541619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/909696019147541619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight-part-ii.html' title='Twilight! Part II'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-5821899099399818822</id><published>2008-11-20T07:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T07:41:10.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight!</title><content type='html'>Yes I am a Twilight freak. And YES! Twilight comes out in the theatres tomorrow! I am so excited, no one has any idea. I've read most of the books; I'm done with the first three, and am almost done with the fourth: Breaking dawn. I think the books are the most amazing things ever, and they are by far my favorite series I have read. The way Stephanie Meyer writes, it makes me become entranced in the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I am concerned with though, will the movie live up to the reputation of the books? I'm not sure. I don't think they will be able to fit every single detail from the book into a 2 hour movie, but then no movie made from a book does. I'm scared crucial details will be left out, and the movie will be random and scattered. I'm sure the movie will still be amazing, but I'm hoping I don't get my hopes up and then watch them come crashing down in my face while watching the movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-5821899099399818822?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/5821899099399818822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=5821899099399818822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/5821899099399818822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/5821899099399818822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='Twilight!'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-7749587822021603485</id><published>2008-11-10T21:57:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T07:35:46.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Judge This!</title><content type='html'>Judgemental people irritate me. I just wrote a post not too long ago about how I was judgemental about people, and a certain situation that turned out to be better than I had expected. Being judgemental just isn't worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say judging people by how they acted when you first meet them, or even if you just see them in the hallway at school or at work, is wrong. And although I say it's wrong, I'm pretty sure I do it myself every single day. I'm sure 90% of the people here at school are nice, but I look at them as a person depending on what they doing, occasionally how they look, and how they act around their friends. I probably sound like a psycho bitch, but almost every person here does it without even thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to why being judgemental isn't worth it... I don't think its worth your time judging someone and making up some false things about them in your mind because they probably are no where near to how you are picturing them. You don't know what they are going through in their personal life, and what they are truly are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Idol, America's Next Top Model, and shows with judges are a completely different story. In this case, it's their job to judge people. They obviously judge people on a certain skill or aspect, not usually on their personality and how they act.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-7749587822021603485?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/7749587822021603485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=7749587822021603485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/7749587822021603485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/7749587822021603485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2008/11/judge-this.html' title='Judge This!'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-6525896534967142701</id><published>2008-10-29T14:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:51:52.977-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And Th-Th-Th-That Don't Kill Me</title><content type='html'>Everyone says "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me." or whatever the quote is. I think I'm basically the opposite. I'm a pretty tough cookie when it comes to pain, but when people talk about me or say something mean to my face, I get pretty upset. Either I cry, or I get really pissed. I don't really know what is wrong with me. All my friends say, "It doesn't matter what people say about you." but I don't really believe them. I take what people say about me or to me to heart. I think that goes along with my low self esteem or whatever it is. I need to work on that a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying people talk crap about me or anything, because I'm a good person for the most part. I'm contradicting myself now when I say talking crap is a bad thing, because I just said in my last post that I like talking about people, if it's true of course. I'm also contradicting myself when I say it shouldn't matter what people say about you. I tell myself that all the time, but it still matters to me no matter what. You should do what you want to do, wear what you want to wear, say what you want to say, (to a certain extent of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this reminds me of the song "Stronger" by Kanye West. I'm sure that'll always be a good song. It really connects well with what I'm saying in this post. Should I post a video or link? 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I might as well start out with pointing out the cons of rumors. In high school, rumor starting and smack-talking is a common activity for most students. Whether they know it or not, every kid in their high school career have, or will, talk bad about someone behind their back. It's just bound to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my school, rumors fly around every day as if this is Hollywood or something. I'm pretty sure I hear something bad about someone at least once a day. Every day. Most of the time the rumors about people who aren't necessarily your friends, just more of aquaintences (sp? damn i don't know how to spell). I think the gossip is even juicier if it isn't about your friend, because you don't really mind spreading the rumor or talking about them as much as if it was your best friend people were talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably sound like a terrible person for saying this, but I think gossip and rumors are fun. I'm not the type of person who starts rumors, no not at all, but I do like to hear them, and talk to people about it who already know about it. I have a few friends who I can trust won't tell anyone, but then again I have a couple friends who would tell a secret in a heartbeat. I know I can trust my few friends when I hear gossip about people, and what we say never leaves our little group. Not gonna lie, we are probably somehow contributing to the gossip spreading the administration is trying to put a stop to, but everyone does it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, just because everyone else is doing it doesn't make it right. No, I wouldn't jump off a bridge if everyone else did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the most smack-talking is my group is done when we are at one of our houses, alone. We don't start rumors, we only talk bad about bad people. To elaborate on that, we only say things that are true about people, which are bad mostly. If Stacie* slept with 14 guys, we talk about it because it's a true fact, we aren't just randomly making that up just because we don't like Stacie. So in our minds, we aren't really doing anything harmful, just stating the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*not real name of friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-5739870240850718447?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/5739870240850718447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=5739870240850718447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/5739870240850718447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/5739870240850718447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2008/10/did-you-hear.html' title='Did You Hear...'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-4578727508172328241</id><published>2008-10-26T14:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T14:56:04.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Impressions</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, first impressions of people are the worst. I don't think I can think of a situation in which I didn't like the person at first, and then not liked them once I got to know them. Okay, I take that back. I can think of a couple times. But what I'm trying to get at is, people aren't necessarily bad people even if you get a bad first impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time there was a girl (we'll call her Bethany) one of my best friends (and we'll call her Katherine) was friends with, and Katherine really wanted me to meet her. Bethany went to another school, and I didn't know many girls from there. I had heard they were all mean and psycho, so I wasn't really too anxious to meet her. I kept telling Katherine I didn't want Bethany to hang out with us, being the stubborn person I am. Eventually, Katherine went ahead behind my back and invite Bethany to my house once. So she came over and guess what! Sure enough she's the nicest person ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That really made me mad. I didn't understand why I had been so wrong about her, when I was sure she was some mean crazy bitch from down the street. All in all I'm really glad I'm friends with her, and it has made me think twice when judging people before I meet them. My friendship with Bethany brought on new relationships with new people, which is really great. It is always nice to meet new people and become friends with people from other schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to get at is the classic quote, "Don't judge a book by its cover." Some people are secretly nice, others, not so much. Some people are mean on the inside, but most aren't. Man I sound like a mom or an elementary school teacher or somthing. Now kids, that's your lesson for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-4578727508172328241?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/4578727508172328241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=4578727508172328241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/4578727508172328241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/4578727508172328241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-impressions.html' title='First Impressions'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-2163741552328996804</id><published>2008-10-23T07:35:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T07:18:20.251-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute Is What We Aim For'/><title type='text'>Rotation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f8dv_e30i4/SQBz4-FuxjI/AAAAAAAAADU/Lh8NTnezOr0/s1600-h/cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260331787345643058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f8dv_e30i4/SQBz4-FuxjI/AAAAAAAAADU/Lh8NTnezOr0/s320/cute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So as some of you may know, Cute Is What We Aimed For released a new CD called Rotation on June 24th, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to their first album, The Same Old Blood Rush With A New Touch, Rotation brings a completely new sound to CIWWAF fans all across America. As noted on &lt;a href="http://www.smartpunk.com/product.php?item_id=27145"&gt;SmartPunk.com&lt;/a&gt;, the success of the first album was greated than what the boys expected. TSOBRWANT "spent countless months on the Billboard Top 200 Charts and quietly sold over 210,000 records...". The article goes on to say how the success of the first album forced the group to mature quickly. The new maturity shows greatly throughout every part of this new album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally enjoy this album a lot, but I don't know if I enjoy it as much as I enjoyed the first album when it first came out. The first album brought a new form of music to my life, and I had 'discovered' the band on my own through &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.purevolume.com"&gt;PureVolume.&lt;/a&gt; Many of my friends had never heard of them, and to this day most of them still don't. I think it'd be interesting to blog with others about the music not everyone listens to -- maybe even creating publicity for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely notice the change in tone and mood in the music, and the maturity in the lyrics. Rotation brings a more mellow and diverse album of songs, with most of TSOBRWANT's songs being more upbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main thing I like best about CIWWAF's albums is the creativity in the lyrics. The word usage and clever phrases are what catch my eye the most. I don't think I've listened to many bands with lyrical creativity like these guys. To be honest, I'm glad they didn't have insanely amazing success with their first album, like Fall Out Boy or Britney Spears would. I'm a fan of many bands like CIWWAF: successful, but still not recognized by all of the nation. I'm always afraid success can corrupt bands, forming into the mold of how society wants them to sound. CIWWAF has a very unique sound, and I want it to stay that way for albums to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more info &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.cuteiswhatweaimfor.com"&gt;cliiickk&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-2163741552328996804?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/2163741552328996804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=2163741552328996804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/2163741552328996804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/2163741552328996804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2008/10/rotation.html' title='Rotation'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f8dv_e30i4/SQBz4-FuxjI/AAAAAAAAADU/Lh8NTnezOr0/s72-c/cute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-8930416464317299954</id><published>2008-10-21T16:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:55:19.147-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Viewer Discretion Advised</title><content type='html'>--Follow-up to "Drivers Ed"--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone have road rage? I know I do! This is something I really need to get under control. As many people say (or at least I think they do), road rage definitely increases your chance of getting in an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its funny how I have roadrage when it comes to any annoying driver on the road. If I don't know who the person is, I will get mad at them if they do anything remotely wrong when driving. Even if it isn't wrong, but it isn't what I want them to do, I get mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even the same person when I drive! I'm really nice in person, or at least I hope I am, but when I drive I'm anxious and antsy and easily irritated. Ugh I need to work on that!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-8930416464317299954?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/8930416464317299954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=8930416464317299954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/8930416464317299954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/8930416464317299954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2008/10/viewer-discretion-advised.html' title='Viewer Discretion Advised'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-5773692094648369821</id><published>2008-10-16T07:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T16:36:12.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, My Name Is...</title><content type='html'>In my life, meeting new people and/or making new friends are some of the most awkward times ever. When everyone was in elementary school, making friends was easy because no one cared what anyone thought of them, they were just themselves. One minute two kids are complete strangers, the next, they are playing on the swings as if they've been best friends forever. I was just like every other person in elementary school, making new friends every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think self esteem and confidence play a huge role when it comes to making new friends. When middle school rolled around I started to become more and more self-concious, like many other girls and guys at my age. Puberty starts to hit and everyone has their "awkward phase" at some point. 8th grade was about the time I began to see myself in a different light than I used to. I started comparing my looks to the others around me, wishing I had the same certain features they did. I believe this self-conciousness took a toll on my willingness to branch out and meet new friends, or open up to a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle school was a big step from elementary school. Middle school was the time where girls and guys started to "like" each other, and the "dating" had begun. We saw ourselves as more mature, mature enough to have a two or three week relationship with someone you never saw anywhere but school. When dating begins, drama follows closely behind. Cliques and groups of friends slowly began forming around the end of middle school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In high school, I became more and more self concious. I knew how easily rumors can start and spread, so I felt like every day as I walked down the hall everyone was watching my every move-- almost judging me, if you will. I almost felt as if I had to fit the perfect description of a typical high school student for others to like me. Yeah, I still had my friends from Middle School, but everyone wants to branch out in high school. Of course, being the young teenage girl that I was, I especially wanted to meet guys. Looking around at other girls, I wasn’t the skinniest girl ever, which made me even more self conscious. I wanted boys to like me, but I thought they wouldn't unless I was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;All of these things kept adding up, and I became the shyest I've ever been my whole life. In person, I hardly ever talk to people I'm not close friends with, afraid they'll think I'm stupid or annoying. But on the phone or on the computer, I'm not shy at all. One of these days I've got to train myself to be a more outgoing person, before I seclude myself from all of society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-5773692094648369821?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/5773692094648369821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=5773692094648369821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/5773692094648369821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/5773692094648369821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-my-name-is.html' title='Hello, My Name Is...'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-5027068097377427735</id><published>2008-10-15T20:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T16:33:11.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drivers Ed</title><content type='html'>You want to know one thing that really erks me? Well first of all how the hell you spell erk, but that is beside the point. BAD DRIVERS. Ahh bad drivers are some of the most irritating things ever!! To me anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me get this out of the way and say that I've been in two accidents in my life, all within one month. I'm paranoid when it comes to speeding or bad driving, in fear someone will get hurt or get me into another accident. I would say I'm a fairly safe driver, and nowadays take even more precautions to make sure I'm a good driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one of the most annoying things is a slow driver. I'm not a speedy driver, but when you're late for work and you've got grandmammy cruisin' along going 10 under the speed limit in front of you... That's a little irritating. Plus, I never have the nerve to pass people, because I'm scared to get pulled over for speeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that irritates me are crazy drivers. By crazy drivers I mean, ridign around with 6 friends in the backseat listening to music really loud. Everyone's jumping around all over, the driver is dancing in their seat, and not even remotely focused on the road. A couple of my friends are crazy drivers, and I absolutely hate driving with them. One of my friends, who I'll call Veronica, is one of these bad drivers. She's one of my best friends, but man when she's driving a car full of girls, things can get a little wild. I remember her following me to my house, with her and another one of my friends with her, and watching her in my rearview mirror swerve back and forth on the road just being stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh man was I irritated. Veronica's never been in a car accident, so I don't think the reality of how easy your life be taken away has quite hit her yet. I've told her to slow down or to stop texting while I'm driving with her, and she gets a little irritated with me, but she stops. I'm not just concerned with my safety, but hers too. Also, if I'm riding with a bunch of friends, sometimes I'm the only one who wears a seatbelt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think there's a way to really reach people on how important safe driving is. There's always something that hits home for everyone, but I guess that is too much of a bother for everyone to find.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-5027068097377427735?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/5027068097377427735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=5027068097377427735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/5027068097377427735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/5027068097377427735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2008/10/drivers-ed.html' title='Drivers Ed'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-6074426440134687292</id><published>2008-10-15T13:43:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T07:17:35.908-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Parental Control</title><content type='html'>I think today I'm gonna blab about family. Can't live with 'em, can't live without em'. I don't even know where to start because there's so much to say about them. I do know one thing for sure though, my family's there for me no matter what. Even though we disagree sometimes, I'm pretty sure my parents will back me up when it comes to big decisions in my life, unless it's a stupid one. Also I think most people will agree with me when it comes to their family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, in my eyes there are two or three different kinds of parents. There are those that are completely over the top, insanely strict. They want to protect their little babies from every little speck of danger in the world today. Gahhh sometimes it seems like my parents are like that at times. Yeah, yeah, they mean well, but sometimes there's a point in life where they've just gotta let go a little bit. If you protect your kids from everything, once they get to college they are basically screwed. They are gonna be scared to go outside their dorm in fear they will trip on the sidewalk and fall and get their eye poked out with a stick that is magically standing on end. Also sometimes these parents make their children call or text them every 5 seconds to know where they are or if they are safe. My parents do this most of the time. For those of you that don't have parents like this, you are lucky cause it's so insanely not fair and annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other extreme, there are the parents that don't give a rat's behind about what their kids do or where they go. Sometimes this is a bit dangerous. I know a lot of parents today that don't care if their kids go to parties and drink when underaged, as long as they stay the night or don't try to drive. Yeah if you have parents who are really protective, the "wild" side may seem awesomely fun, but I don't think it's all it's cracked up to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnddd then there are the parents right in the middle. I don't know of too many parents who are like this, but whatever. My "ideal parent" if I had to describe would be as follows. They let their kids stay out as late as they want, as long as the parents know where they are at or who they are with. As long as their kid is trustworthy and doesn't get into trouble, I think protective parents should loosen the reins a tad. These "ideal parents" don't necessarily have to allow their kids to drink, because, of course, it is illegal, but they shouldn't be as uptight as, say, my parents are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read over this entry, I start to think this post is basically a place for me to vent about my recent frustration with my own parents. As you may have noticed, I think my parents are a little on the over-protective side. I have a feeling this post won't change their mind, (not that I'm trying to do that). I know my parents mean well when they are over-protective, but I think it is about time I have a little more freedom and they have a little more faith in me. I'm not a bad person, believe me! I could be out drinking or spray painting on the police station or something stupid right now, but am I?! No. I'm blogging. Please tell me someone is in this position too, and agrees with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-6074426440134687292?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/6074426440134687292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=6074426440134687292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/6074426440134687292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/6074426440134687292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2008/10/blehh.html' title='Parental Control'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-35361833712319037</id><published>2008-10-07T07:43:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T07:48:23.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Now What?</title><content type='html'>This is my first post! Well, my second post but this one I'm actually getting down to business. So, a blog titled "Pancakes and Waffles"? No, it isn't about breakfast, unfortunately. Honestly I just couldn't think of a legit title, and this is what I came up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't quite figured out just what I'm going to blog about. I'm thinking somewhere along the lines of music, but believe me, I'm no Hollywood A-List Critic. I don't listen or like to every genre of music, so it could get a little boring. I need something interesting, with a little kick.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping I don't have to stick with one topic, I just want to talk about whatever it is I want to talk about that day. Maybe after blabbing for a while I come up with one or two awesomely amazing topics to write about. Hopefully?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-35361833712319037?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/35361833712319037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=35361833712319037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/35361833712319037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/35361833712319037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-now-what.html' title='So Now What?'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-501300573458886296.post-5137349307651084058</id><published>2008-10-01T20:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T20:15:09.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Myself!</title><content type='html'>First blog post ever!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of myself  :)&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/501300573458886296-5137349307651084058?l=backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/feeds/5137349307651084058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=501300573458886296&amp;postID=5137349307651084058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/5137349307651084058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/501300573458886296/posts/default/5137349307651084058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backtosquaretwo.blogspot.com/2008/10/welcome-to-myself.html' title='Welcome to Myself!'/><author><name>PostIt Note Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07135583967951463917</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/__f8dv_e30i4/SYDVWX_P88I/AAAAAAAAADs/u-6-J4YUhzI/S220/aap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
