<?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-2757211915112863553</id><updated>2011-07-28T15:02:51.736-07:00</updated><category term='roots'/><title type='text'>Mackenzie-Marie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>152</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-8497346430322831956</id><published>2010-09-09T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T08:46:05.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals that I want to achieve this school year.</title><content type='html'>So, I have been thinking about this to myself and to my parents about my goals that I want to succeed in my near future. 1. Finished out with high school. 2. Get a part time job. 3. Head out to college in spring time or 2011 winter time. 4. Read three chapter books. 5. Start jogging like what I used to do three years ago. 6. Not to tell a lie once this year.&lt;br /&gt;I like to set my mind to anything that I want to accomplished. Someone told me that If you set your mind to anything that you want to achieve, you best bet that you can accomplish anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-8497346430322831956?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/8497346430322831956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=8497346430322831956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/8497346430322831956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/8497346430322831956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2010/09/goals-that-i-want-to-achieve-this.html' title='Goals that I want to achieve this school year.'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-4929307343130425136</id><published>2010-03-17T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T10:10:46.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is my favorite time of the day?</title><content type='html'>I like anytime of the day. Morning times are alright because it is peaceful and quiet. Night times are great because that is when everyone comes out and my friends have a lot of things to do and invite me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-4929307343130425136?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/4929307343130425136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=4929307343130425136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/4929307343130425136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/4929307343130425136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-is-my-favorite-time-of-day.html' title='What is my favorite time of the day?'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-1853261890954730620</id><published>2010-03-16T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T10:21:14.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How would I react...</title><content type='html'>How would I react if I was transported to Amsterdam? I would.... be scared, shocked, ask questions: "Why am I going to Amsterdam? Why are you making this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt; for me?" I wouldn't know what to think what would Amsterdam be like. If I got transported to Amsterdam I would... Go crazy, be a Nazi, try to survive, live it up, and remember what memories I went through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-1853261890954730620?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/1853261890954730620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=1853261890954730620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/1853261890954730620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/1853261890954730620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-would-i-react.html' title='How would I react...'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-5577447311335285473</id><published>2010-03-15T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T10:33:51.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anne's writing compared to my daily writting</title><content type='html'>The way Anne writes and how she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;uses di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;scriptive&lt;/span&gt; words they are hard to understand, but I do understand what she is talking about. Of course my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; and her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; do have differences. Anne and I have some similiarties about our writing. We are open minded and know how to write in good details so that people can understand what we're talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-5577447311335285473?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/5577447311335285473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=5577447311335285473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/5577447311335285473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/5577447311335285473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2010/03/annes-writting-compared-to-my-daily.html' title='Anne&apos;s writing compared to my daily writting'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-9125045906726126559</id><published>2010-03-10T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T10:33:28.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the book</title><content type='html'>My opinion on people making me happy is very true about myself. Anne is right that people do make you happy. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; agree with her statement. Certain people might get on your nerves and be mean, but you love them towards the end. I use a statement that says: "Your take your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aggression&lt;/span&gt; and anger out on your loved ones which you love." I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; in this statement because your loved ones are your family, your friends, and your siblings. Taking aggression out on a love one will hurt, but at the end you solved your issues. You can walk away with joy written on your face and pass on why you're so happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-9125045906726126559?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/9125045906726126559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=9125045906726126559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/9125045906726126559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/9125045906726126559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-book.html' title='In the book'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-8725692086005293763</id><published>2010-03-09T10:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T10:32:35.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I like to do in my spare time?</title><content type='html'>I have several things I love to do whenever I am bored. I like walking my dogs, walking around my neighbor hood, playing the Wii, listening to music, and working out. I wish I had a gym membership. I think that my dad said he is going to get a gym membership this summer. I have two dogs one is a wiener dog her name is Megan, and Bella is a lab and mixed with pitbul. I feel great when I do something that I enjoy to do as a hobbie. It makes me feel great that I know I have accomplished something that day. Lately I have been doing yard work in front of my house. My dad just told me and Abby (my younger sister) that he will buy us some flowers and we will be able to plant them in the front yard. My grandpa got me hooked on gardening last summer with planting flowers and mowing the lawn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-8725692086005293763?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/8725692086005293763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=8725692086005293763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/8725692086005293763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/8725692086005293763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-i-like-to-do-in-my-spare-time.html' title='What I like to do in my spare time?'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-4809894581310060217</id><published>2010-03-08T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T10:31:06.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What did we read on Friday when you were gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mainly&lt;/span&gt; what we read about what Anne was writing in her diary. She was just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;drooling&lt;/span&gt; over Peter like mostly day dreaming about him. The question that I wrote down was, why can't she just go up to Peter and start a quick conversation and possibly bring up how she feels towards him. But then again when I was her age I was a little scared to talk to guys that I liked. It sucks that she can't tell her sister how she feels because one, she might laugh and two, she might tell Peter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-4809894581310060217?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/4809894581310060217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=4809894581310060217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/4809894581310060217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/4809894581310060217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-did-we-read-on-friday-when-you.html' title='What did we read on Friday when you were gone.'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-4132237559384993117</id><published>2010-03-05T10:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T10:22:49.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My choice: What am I going to do this weekend?</title><content type='html'>I don't have anything special planned. I think I am going to see a couple new friends that I just recently meet up with back from middle school. Last weekend my grandmother retired and I wasn't there to see my whole family (which sucked) because I was baby sitting three kids. My aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; me and I think what I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; she said that I could go up to Portland to her place, but I am not sure I have to double check.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-4132237559384993117?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/4132237559384993117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=4132237559384993117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/4132237559384993117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/4132237559384993117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-choice-what-am-i-going-to-do-this.html' title='My choice: What am I going to do this weekend?'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-6051623684992751874</id><published>2010-03-01T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T10:34:09.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relating to Anne Frank</title><content type='html'>When I was in the eighth grade I used to party a lot and hang out with people that were a bad influence on me. How I related to what she was talking about how she used the word hate towards her mother. I used to hate my parents and I thought that they weren't great parents to me. I have said that I hated them and I wish that they could get a divorce. I was a wild child back in my middle school days and high school days. Now that I do look back on how the old Mackenzie was she wasn't too great and respectful towards others. Now I say to other people that it is about respect and listening to other people and their own opinions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-6051623684992751874?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6051623684992751874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=6051623684992751874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/6051623684992751874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/6051623684992751874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2010/03/relating-to-anne-frank.html' title='Relating to Anne Frank'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-963201236895359034</id><published>2010-02-26T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T10:29:03.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My choice....</title><content type='html'>My plans for this weekend are..... 26, Friday 2010 I am seeing a old friend to catch up on some certain things. He lives like five minutes away from me so that is very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;convenient&lt;/span&gt;. 27, Saturday 2010 I am going to baby sit for my hair styliest since I am working off for my hair cut and on Saturday I am getting my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hair&lt;/span&gt; shorter (I think I am going to start to keep my hair short. I do like it). 28, Sunday 2010 I might be starting my volunteer work and get great benefits (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;smiley&lt;/span&gt;). I guess you can say that I am going to be busy this weekend. This week I was very busy with finding at least a job or volunteer work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dog&lt;/span&gt; Bella started limping with her back left leg and I thought her leg was asleep so I started moving it up and down, and that didn't work. I thought it was funny. I also had a couple friends witness what I was doing to my dog (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;). So Bella went to the vet because she has been limping for the past couple days in this week. I found out that she had a twig stuck in her left back leg.Before she went to the vet she was licking that back left leg and must of got it out. The veteranarian said that she did plenty of x rays and nothing was there. The whole funny thing was that my dad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;announced&lt;/span&gt; that the veteranarian said "Bella was wagging her tail through the WHOLE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;operation&lt;/span&gt;!!" I couldn't stop laughing I had tears coming out from my eyes (laughing out loud).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-963201236895359034?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/963201236895359034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=963201236895359034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/963201236895359034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/963201236895359034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-choice.html' title='My choice....'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-3823292878017508018</id><published>2010-02-25T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T10:40:08.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Couple of fears that I am afraid of</title><content type='html'>I have a couple major fears that I am afraid of: Getting hit by a car, not graduating on time, getting beat up for no particular reason, and grandparents dying. All those fears I do have right now I am afraid that they are going to come soon right around the corner and I am not going to even know about what's coming next. I love my grandparents to the fullest. I don't want them to go away, but you only live one life. I'm SUPER close to all of my grandparents and I have to spend every possible Holiday with them or every chance I get invited to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have got hit by a car in fifth grade nothing major. I have done naughty things like crossing Commercial street at the busy hour of the day to cross, and on Lancaster street. The latest news that I have been hearing is that twelve people have got hit majorly bad down in Downtown Salem area by vehicles which that they are not looking around their surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a lover not a fighter. I am anti-fighting. If you have a issue with me then don't stress yourself out and sit there talking S*** come up to me and talk it out with me. Half of what people think or say about me isn't true. Certain people just want to pick a fight because they think they're all bad and trying to show off in front of their friends. WRONG!!!! You're making a fool of yourself to fight instead of talk the stressful situation out. It's ridiculous that people don't sit down and talk in verbal words about what is going wrong between us two. Some people like to pick a fight with random people that could possibly just take a glance at you and you took it the wrong way that they stared at you wrong. GRRRRRR!!!! I hate judgemental, and jealous people. People just don't get what respect is towards other people's personal life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-3823292878017508018?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/3823292878017508018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=3823292878017508018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/3823292878017508018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/3823292878017508018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/fear-that-i-am-afraid-of.html' title='Couple of fears that I am afraid of'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-9005339838761172768</id><published>2010-02-23T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T10:22:51.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Character: Mrs. Van Daan</title><content type='html'>Mrs. Van Daan doesn't take anyone's negative attitude. She only wants to hear own opinion on her own perspective. My opinion is that she might be selfish, but that is how old ladies act. I think she is pretty funny when she has something to say when someone in the Annex is arguing with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-9005339838761172768?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/9005339838761172768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=9005339838761172768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/9005339838761172768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/9005339838761172768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/character-mrs-van-daan.html' title='Character: Mrs. Van Daan'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-5218899030176059261</id><published>2010-02-22T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T10:19:06.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Character: Anne's Father Pim</title><content type='html'>Anne's father has a calm straight forward personality. There's not much to say when there really isn't much details to talk about her dad in the book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-5218899030176059261?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/5218899030176059261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=5218899030176059261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/5218899030176059261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/5218899030176059261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/character-annes-father-pim.html' title='Character: Anne&apos;s Father Pim'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-1502933839006652638</id><published>2010-02-19T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T10:30:06.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_49lJkbOyUYk/S37X4bZL4kI/AAAAAAAAADQ/feS5SZBiHbk/s1600-h/100_0119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440022764336177730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_49lJkbOyUYk/S37X4bZL4kI/AAAAAAAAADQ/feS5SZBiHbk/s320/100_0119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This sign tells you what you can do and what is possible to see in downtown area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_49lJkbOyUYk/S37WZJzL-0I/AAAAAAAAADI/e_GYcjHaK68/s1600-h/100_0118%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440021127525825346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_49lJkbOyUYk/S37WZJzL-0I/AAAAAAAAADI/e_GYcjHaK68/s320/100_0118%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought that this picture was funny that was sitting on a table. Of what I remember it says "Venti's Customers only sit at this table with alcohol beverage". What caught my eye about this picture was the rooster on the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_49lJkbOyUYk/S37VfL0Bi6I/AAAAAAAAADA/5D7z6vgMl1E/s1600-h/100_0117%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440020131633793954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_49lJkbOyUYk/S37VfL0Bi6I/AAAAAAAAADA/5D7z6vgMl1E/s320/100_0117%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am anti-tanning beds. My grandmother has been tanning since she was a teenager. I have also seen people tan and what their before and after skin looks like. My opinion is that tanning beds will soon give you skin cancer and aging. I prefer to sun bath and get vitamin D from the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The good part about downtown Salem is that it is Salem enough to find all your friends and family. The bad thing about downtown Salem is that there is a lot of weirdo's and homeless people. I'm always downtown because my school is down here and the city buses is my transportation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-1502933839006652638?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/1502933839006652638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=1502933839006652638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/1502933839006652638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/1502933839006652638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-sign-tells-you-what-you-can-do-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_49lJkbOyUYk/S37X4bZL4kI/AAAAAAAAADQ/feS5SZBiHbk/s72-c/100_0119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-9093047317296196762</id><published>2010-02-18T10:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T10:33:49.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do I get news from?</title><content type='html'>I get a lot of news from: television, paper, parents, friends, and teachers. I think that where you get interesting news from you have a choice to believe it or not, but if someone tells me that this happened today I would have to look it up or spread the news more to other people and what they have to say or have heard. Everyday I take the city bus for my transportation I hear a lot of interesting facts and myths to what is going on in this BIG world. Majority of people hear people talking about that something in there conversations and have something to say about that something because they want to add onto what they heard from somewhere else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-9093047317296196762?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/9093047317296196762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=9093047317296196762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/9093047317296196762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/9093047317296196762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/where-do-i-get-news-from.html' title='Where do I get news from?'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-3447524632097661550</id><published>2010-02-17T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:39:07.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it good to learn from a diary about World War II?</title><content type='html'>It is only one person writing and talking about what happens each day out of Anne's life with her family in hiding. I disagree that a diary is not mainly focused on World War II. Why? Because she is talking about the characters that are in hiding with her and why her family is in hiding. The reason they're hiding: she is a Jew plus her family and the people that she is living with. Yes, there might be little pieces to what is going on in the outside world, but not in really good details to visualize what is happening because Anne's family is in an attic/business place so that they don't see what is happening in the outside world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-3447524632097661550?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/3447524632097661550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=3447524632097661550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/3447524632097661550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/3447524632097661550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-is-only-one-person-writing-and.html' title='Is it good to learn from a diary about World War II?'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-8632886750620607120</id><published>2010-02-16T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T10:25:40.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarify</title><content type='html'>I have learned about a lot of interesting things from before we started this book and now i'm learning interesting things about Anne Frank. Hitler was cruel, but that is how he ruled the Holocaust time. I want to know more and more and more how they survived in hiding. This book is eye catching. When I went to South Salem High School I was in History class and learned some things about World War II (didn't really pay attention).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-8632886750620607120?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/8632886750620607120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=8632886750620607120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/8632886750620607120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/8632886750620607120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/clarify.html' title='Clarify'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-6734630967327921307</id><published>2010-02-11T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T10:25:18.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School !!</title><content type='html'>This is my Last year attending here and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DTLC&lt;/span&gt;. My number one main priority is to get school finish and head to college. My dream career that I can become is.... Either a dentist or a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;veterinarian&lt;/span&gt;. I'm going to start out at Chemeketa do some general courses and then probably get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;transferred&lt;/span&gt; to a university. Right now math is my number one struggle and I need to focus on that. I have been in read 180 for quite awhile since seventh grade. None of the other read 180 classes has helped me one bit. Now since I am a senior and in read 180 it has increased in: my reading level, writing, and understanding what I am reading (comprehension). I love what you do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rebekah&lt;/span&gt; and how you help out students in your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;individual&lt;/span&gt; time (smiley). I think when I graduate this year in 2010 when I walk to get my certificate I am going to write a speech (I hope you can be there to hear what I have to say).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School isn't that boring and lame I just have to be occupied through out the time I am here for four hours. I always look back and wished that I could of done better in a regular high school and not focus on socializing and meeting people. I'm pretty sure that majority of people struggle with the same problems that I have going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-6734630967327921307?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6734630967327921307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=6734630967327921307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/6734630967327921307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/6734630967327921307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/school.html' title='School !!'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-3969074887729765855</id><published>2010-02-10T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T10:27:26.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Character: Anne's Mother</title><content type='html'>Anne's mother doesn't seem to be the mother figure. Anne figures out certain things on her own instead of going to her mom and asking for advice. That's similiar to my life that I'm old enough that I don't need advice from my parents. Anne's mother doesn't act like a mother towards Anne. She wishes that her mom could step up and be the mother that she could. She has her own dirty comments but Anne writes her feelings in her diary (aka Kitty) about her mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-3969074887729765855?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/3969074887729765855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=3969074887729765855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/3969074887729765855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/3969074887729765855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/character-annes-mother.html' title='Character: Anne&apos;s Mother'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-4070829601049187093</id><published>2010-02-09T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T10:24:17.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genocide</title><content type='html'>Some people are cruel and go by what people tell them to do. Or another reason they might kill people is because they have something against that person, but that isn't the way to solve it. Maybe in some other person's book is to kill and never let that person live to see the next day. I think it is wrong to kill someone that is innocent. Life is hard in reality and some people go through seeing people die right in front of them. Why can't you just be yourself and not have to know that someone is out there to kill you because of your race, what religion you believe in, or how you live your life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-4070829601049187093?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/4070829601049187093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=4070829601049187093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/4070829601049187093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/4070829601049187093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/genocide.html' title='Genocide'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-4791433585006100702</id><published>2010-02-05T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T10:14:50.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evaluate</title><content type='html'>When you first told the class that we were going to start reading Anne Frank I got excited. The first thing I liked about this book was chapter one was great, but I think it is going to take time to get to the good stuff in the middle of the book (where her family gets caught). My dislikes are that the book is taking forever. It starts out meeting the characters, and how she lives her life with these certain people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-4791433585006100702?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/4791433585006100702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=4791433585006100702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/4791433585006100702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/4791433585006100702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/evaluate.html' title='Evaluate'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-2818922389497717554</id><published>2010-02-04T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T10:13:43.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Majority of people these days people do complain about a lot of certain things: the economy, trying to survive with little money they do have, and how to grow up. These days some children's parents &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; great examples for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;role modles&lt;/span&gt;. I understand somewhat she is going through. I have never been through that, but my friends parents and their own children go through a lot and I have been there to witness it. I am really thankful that my family doesn't do drugs and go through a lot of stress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-2818922389497717554?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/2818922389497717554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=2818922389497717554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/2818922389497717554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/2818922389497717554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/majority-of-people-these-days-people-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-1288691640030501271</id><published>2010-02-03T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T10:17:39.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People are always going to let you down no matter what their actions are. There are great people out in any state and country. But there are evil people that are selfish. Despite all the bad things Anne hears about everyday she is right there are bad people and great people. Every human bean has a heart, and some people wear their heart on there sleeve and are sweethearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-1288691640030501271?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/1288691640030501271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=1288691640030501271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/1288691640030501271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/1288691640030501271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/people-are-always-going-to-let-you-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-6447726771414900033</id><published>2010-02-02T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T10:22:03.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Few things that people do to irritate me</title><content type='html'>I have a few certain things that people do to push my buttons that irritate me: talking behind my back, budding into my conversations, and trying to fight or start an argument when there is no reason to be fighting or yelling. I don't like any of these things that people do. They annoy the heck out of me to the point that I don't want to be waisting my time. To solve a bad situation around me I would walk away and not say a word to the person that is saying or doing negative things that I don't appreciate being disrespected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-6447726771414900033?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6447726771414900033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=6447726771414900033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/6447726771414900033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/6447726771414900033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-thing-that-people-do-to-irritate-me.html' title='Few things that people do to irritate me'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-6827747874042262158</id><published>2010-01-29T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T10:05:42.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I was in hiding what would I miss the most?</title><content type='html'>I love the outdoors, I would miss that the most. It would be devastating to live in the life of Holocaust. At least I would have my family right next to me at all times. I love family, the outdoors, and mother nature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-6827747874042262158?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6827747874042262158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=6827747874042262158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/6827747874042262158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/6827747874042262158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-i-was-in-hiding-what-would-i-miss.html' title='If I was in hiding what would I miss the most?'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-6214875409930379477</id><published>2010-01-28T10:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T10:21:06.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why did people help out Annes family?</title><content type='html'>I wasn't here yesterday, but what I can remember is there are a lot of people out there to help others out with what issues they have. I don't know to much about how people helped her family, but when people are in danger of need help ther're plenty of people that need an extra hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-6214875409930379477?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6214875409930379477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=6214875409930379477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/6214875409930379477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/6214875409930379477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-did-people-help-out-annes-family.html' title='Why did people help out Annes family?'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-1024597307338436207</id><published>2010-01-26T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T10:32:37.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Research and Summerize</title><content type='html'>I read Anne's story and a little bit about the book. I was never born in World War II when it happened (Thank god I wasn't). She is an inspiration to a lot of people and what they like to read. I absolutely hate science, but I am willing to learn more about the Holocaust time. I have read &lt;em&gt;Night&lt;/em&gt; by Elie Wiesel. I read a couple chapters, but that was when I first came here and didn't understand anything what she was talking about. I'm glad that we are reading &lt;em&gt;Anne Frank the Diary of a Young Girl&lt;/em&gt;. I think books from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Holocaust&lt;/span&gt; are really eye catching to me. I am not speaking for anyone else. I have a lot of questions for people that were in hiding. How did they keep themselves alive at this point in time? Why was Adolf Hitler so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stubborn&lt;/span&gt; towards the Jews and how they lived their own lives? When the Nazis' found Jews in hiding what made them send the Jewish people to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;concentration&lt;/span&gt; camps?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-1024597307338436207?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/1024597307338436207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=1024597307338436207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/1024597307338436207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/1024597307338436207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2010/01/research-and-summerize.html' title='Research and Summerize'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-7165079454168652381</id><published>2010-01-25T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T10:31:15.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes me happy...</title><content type='html'>Something that makes me happy is... People everyday around me, my family, my animals, myself, and food. All of these things are in my everyday life surrounding in my environment. People make me smile and laugh. Food makes my stomach happy and help me focus and learn. I see my family from dawn till day. My animals are there everyday to make me smile and whenever I need a snuggle buddie. Me, myself, and I make me smile, even if I make a funny joke that I laugh at by myself I still get a kick out of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-7165079454168652381?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7165079454168652381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=7165079454168652381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/7165079454168652381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/7165079454168652381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-makes-me-happy.html' title='What makes me happy...'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-5030523725996422953</id><published>2010-01-22T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T10:22:04.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What reality show I would want to be on?</title><content type='html'>I have always been in reality show's and my family think I am strang to watch reality dating show's. I read books about people's lives and also dating books. I would want to start a reality dating show where I am trying to find love have thirty new men in my mansion to get to know me. My strategy would be the unique one out of the group, be social, and get the man that I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-5030523725996422953?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/5030523725996422953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=5030523725996422953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/5030523725996422953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/5030523725996422953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-reality-show-i-would-want-to-be-on.html' title='What reality show I would want to be on?'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-3317899442167540527</id><published>2010-01-20T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T10:29:16.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A time that I stood up for something that was important</title><content type='html'>Dang where do I start with me or any of my friends? I have done a lot of things that made other people realize what they are doing right from wrong. I stood up for my brother Taylor when he was dating a girl and they were having issues. I stood up for my best friend Crystal when I didn't want to hear her boyfriend run his mouth about me behind my back. I stood up for Crystal too many times and I have been there for her when she was down. I feel like anytime someone needs my help with any advice or on anything that is hard to solve without anyone's say into it I feel like I am Dr. Phil the relationship expert. I always asked myself and said. Am I doing to much for my friends by waisting my time giving them advice if they don't even use it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-3317899442167540527?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/3317899442167540527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=3317899442167540527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/3317899442167540527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/3317899442167540527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2010/01/time-that-i-stood-up-for-something-that.html' title='A time that I stood up for something that was important'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-2095746097803191706</id><published>2010-01-19T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T08:36:36.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Holocaust</title><content type='html'>I've never heard what Holocaust is about I can take a guess about what it might be. Possibly some religion or a holiday. I've heard the word, but never talked about it in a regular conversation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-2095746097803191706?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/2095746097803191706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=2095746097803191706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/2095746097803191706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/2095746097803191706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2010/01/about-holocaust.html' title='About Holocaust'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-934614441575990479</id><published>2010-01-15T08:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T09:01:53.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Choice</title><content type='html'>My plans for this weekend are. Having Crystal my close friend stay the night tonight. Also Abby and Taylor (my brother and sister) are having one friend stay the night over at our house. Saturday Crystal, Abby, Taylor, their friends, and my family are going to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Croc&lt;/span&gt; Center to celebrate Abby and Taylor's birthday party, I'm excited for that to happen. Sunday I Might go to Ink Daddy's to go get my tattoo sketched out and let my parents have any suggestions on the tattoo I want done. I was suppose to get my tattoo for my eighteenth birthday, but I'm not paying for it my parent's are. This weekend is just a chill and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt; weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-934614441575990479?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/934614441575990479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=934614441575990479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/934614441575990479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/934614441575990479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2010/01/your-choice.html' title='Your Choice'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-9022864743164826651</id><published>2010-01-14T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T10:27:26.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Paragrah About story from Tuesday</title><content type='html'>I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hootie&lt;/span&gt; from a local family friend. The reason why I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hootie&lt;/span&gt; was because he was very high &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;energy&lt;/span&gt; and love to do outdoor activities. When I first got him my family came over to visit and have some drinks. I introduced &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hootie&lt;/span&gt; to my cousins and family relatives. He was perfectly fine around people and socializing. We went out into the backyard and I knew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hootie&lt;/span&gt; was going to jump into the pool and play fetch to cool off. He jumped into the pool and fell onto one of my baby cousins (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;supervised&lt;/span&gt; by my aunt). He Scared the living crap out of the child and mother. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hootie&lt;/span&gt; just was excited to see all his "playmates" in the pool. I didn't yell at him I just called his name to get out of the pool and to settle down. As the week went on I didn't allow him to jump in the pool when there were children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-9022864743164826651?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/9022864743164826651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=9022864743164826651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/9022864743164826651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/9022864743164826651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2010/01/short-paragrah-about-story-from-tuesday.html' title='Short Paragrah About story from Tuesday'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-4741863558881067174</id><published>2010-01-13T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T11:12:05.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My opinions about Hati the Earthquake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_49lJkbOyUYk/S04Xu8wGglI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iW8hBtWJ19Q/s1600-h/After+Mess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426300696377328210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_49lJkbOyUYk/S04Xu8wGglI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iW8hBtWJ19Q/s320/After+Mess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_49lJkbOyUYk/S04XkZJni5I/AAAAAAAAACw/7V-AD2FP0hA/s1600-h/Haitie+Earthquake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426300515021982610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_49lJkbOyUYk/S04XkZJni5I/AAAAAAAAACw/7V-AD2FP0hA/s320/Haitie+Earthquake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first picture to the left is a debris in the street after earthquake in Port-au-Prince Haiti.&lt;br /&gt;The second picture is a lady piled underneath all the mess that the earthquake created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiti earthquake happened Tuesday night and everyone in the island started finding relatives the next morning piled underneath rocks, trash, and houses. My opinion on earthquakes and what happens in our world is very interesting and devastating. I'm thankful to be safe every night underneath my house and not get hurt in any way. Things come your way and it can be unexpected. Thousands were killed that day and night. People tried to find their own families and try to save them before they died.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-4741863558881067174?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/4741863558881067174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=4741863558881067174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/4741863558881067174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/4741863558881067174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-opinions-about-hatie-earthquake.html' title='My opinions about Hati the Earthquake'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_49lJkbOyUYk/S04Xu8wGglI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iW8hBtWJ19Q/s72-c/After+Mess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-6717041838258309192</id><published>2010-01-12T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T10:26:28.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Character</title><content type='html'>Hootie the Australian Shepard. Hootie was born and raised in Houston Texas. He is obsessed with swimming, playing in obstacle courses, introducing himself to other dogs, and loves to stare at people when they are eating. Houston Texas is a pretty warm place, open area's where you can play fetch, and with lots of people around to let them scratch his head or butt. He is going to be in a champion ship obstacle course. Hootie is going to weave through posts, jump through tires, and go through an soft orange tube. He has to do it under thirty seconds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-6717041838258309192?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6717041838258309192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=6717041838258309192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/6717041838258309192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/6717041838258309192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2010/01/character.html' title='Character'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-7523943771828291592</id><published>2010-01-11T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T10:26:41.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Setting of a Place</title><content type='html'>When you first walk into my bedroom you walk down three steps. Then while you walk straight towards my queen size bed there is a black chair to your right. Then when you get the chance to look around my room, I have all my belongings and two mirrors that are close to a window. I plan on getting posters to put on my white boring plan walls. I have a television and a DVD player in front of my bed. Nothing much is interesting about my room, it's just the way I like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-7523943771828291592?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7523943771828291592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=7523943771828291592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/7523943771828291592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/7523943771828291592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2010/01/setting-of-place.html' title='Setting of a Place'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-3921542428554474183</id><published>2010-01-04T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T10:34:10.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the break</title><content type='html'>I basically stayed home and hung out with the family. My family and I got a Wii for Christmas. My sister, my brother and myself played video games till the sun came up (pretty tight). I finally got to walk my dogs they have been hibernating in the house and have been annoying me since the weather has been not to nice to walk in. That made me happy and mostly my dogs. On Saturday. I got on my hands and knees to scrub the kitchen floor that was hard work, but I made it fun. Christmas eve and Christmas day I got mostly everything I asked for. I met a new guy friend through a mutual friend, he's pretty laid back the way I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-3921542428554474183?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/3921542428554474183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=3921542428554474183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/3921542428554474183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/3921542428554474183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2010/01/over-break.html' title='Over the break'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-6336227423324095164</id><published>2009-12-16T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T10:41:45.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The book that I might be interested in reading is the book Brice read. I saw a newspaper Ad just like the book that talks about crimals all over the world. I always told people "Think before you do something that will get you into trouble with the law".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-6336227423324095164?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6336227423324095164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=6336227423324095164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/6336227423324095164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/6336227423324095164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/12/book-that-i-might-be-interested-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-1606590921850888983</id><published>2009-12-15T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T10:33:05.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recommend a book to a friend.</title><content type='html'>I read Burnt Orange by Melody Carlson. I recently just read that book and got it at the library. It caught my eye because of the stripes on each novel. Burnt Orange was a great book that I read in four days. I do recommend this book to teenagers that have got into trouble with the law and have drinked under age. I have drunk under age that is why I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;drawn&lt;/span&gt; into this book. If you like books about relationships and peoples live's Melody Carlson is a great author.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-1606590921850888983?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/1606590921850888983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=1606590921850888983' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/1606590921850888983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/1606590921850888983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/12/recommend-book-to-friend.html' title='Recommend a book to a friend.'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-8367705159501939413</id><published>2009-12-14T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T10:48:48.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evaluate</title><content type='html'>If I could change anything about the book that I disliked I would change how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Arnold's&lt;/span&gt; life is with his parents. Every child should get love and care from parents, even if they're alcoholics. Arnold doesn't have a real girlfriend or friends. Everyone likes to judge about how people dress, act, and who they hang out with. I think that is bull that the kids at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Reardan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; high don't give him any respect just because he has a birth defect when he was little. I like to get to know anyone that wants to say "Hello, how are you today"? I liked the ending when Rowdy and him got a long much better. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rowdey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; actually cried. My first impression with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rowdy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was he was a stuck up brat that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;selfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and didn't give a crap about anyone else, but towards the end of the book he was crying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;because he&lt;/span&gt; realized he cared about other people feelings. For example When Rowdy didn't like how Arnold's sister Mary died in the fire and he heard about it. Wraping it up, my overall opinion with the book that you read I liked it, but I didn't love it. It was funny, caring, loving, and eye catcher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-8367705159501939413?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/8367705159501939413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=8367705159501939413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/8367705159501939413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/8367705159501939413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/12/evaluate.html' title='Evaluate'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-5436404925646354154</id><published>2009-12-10T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T10:20:27.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does Arnold have supportive parents?</title><content type='html'>Arnold kinda has supportive parents when is comes to devastating moments.&lt;br /&gt;I know where he is coming from when he says that his parents don't say "I love you" to him that much. I usually say I love you to my parents when I am leaving the house for awhile. At this moment in the book his parents say "I love you" because his sister died and his mom doesn't want Arnold to leave her. Arnold obviously has parents, but he is probably scared to go up to his mom or dad and ask questions and to tell about his day. If I had parents like that I would somehow go to the parent that is the most supportive and wanting to hear about my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-5436404925646354154?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/5436404925646354154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=5436404925646354154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/5436404925646354154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/5436404925646354154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/12/does-arnold-have-supportive-parents.html' title='Does Arnold have supportive parents?'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-8729844411424149492</id><published>2009-12-09T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T10:14:12.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would give up the other four sense's and stay with see . The reason why I would want to keep sight is because if someone signed to tell me to smell this product I could remember. After I saw I would already know what the product would smell like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-8729844411424149492?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/8729844411424149492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=8729844411424149492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/8729844411424149492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/8729844411424149492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-would-give-up-other-four-senses-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-5140050070582371168</id><published>2009-12-04T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T10:30:00.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The person who I am</title><content type='html'>I grew up in a outgoing, respectful, loving, caring family with a lot of freedom. I can say that I am some what like my mother with her personality and how she carries herself. My personality is straight forward with the truth. I love being a social butterfly and letting everyone have the chance to meet and speak to me. I never met my biological father, but I am very close with his family. I have got information on how I act and look like him. My mom was going to get married when she was pregnant with me in 1991. But an accident death happened when my father passed away in June of 1991 (I can't tell anymore I'm going to start crying). Anyways. I look up to my step-dad Steven Jackson as a father figure (he's the man of the house). He came into my life when I was just three and my older sister just turned five. I love to be myself and NOT judgmental.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-5140050070582371168?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/5140050070582371168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=5140050070582371168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/5140050070582371168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/5140050070582371168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/12/person-who-i-am.html' title='The person who I am'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-8582290609505282835</id><published>2009-12-03T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T10:30:43.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite and dislike about the book</title><content type='html'>I'm afraid that this book is going to be as boring book by the time we're in the middle of it, but you never know. My favorite part is when we first started reading this novel and how it started out with how his life is.  My least favorite part about this book is. His sister moving and talking about her life. She goes on and on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-8582290609505282835?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/8582290609505282835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=8582290609505282835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/8582290609505282835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/8582290609505282835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/12/favorite-and-dislike-what-i-like-about.html' title='Favorite and dislike about the book'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-4290837139235694484</id><published>2009-11-30T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T10:28:31.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite television show</title><content type='html'>I have several television shows I enjoy to watch. Desperate Housewives, P&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;itbull&lt;/span&gt; and Parolees, Tough Love, The Hills. I like tough love the t.v. show. It's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;boot camp&lt;/span&gt; were several females come to the boot camp and help with their personal relationships. I like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;romance&lt;/span&gt; novels and advice about relationships, because it helps me learn. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pitbull&lt;/span&gt; parolees is a tight show. The show is taking place in Southern California. Tia that host the show been around jail bate people that have been in and out jail. She also takes in a lot of P&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;itbulls&lt;/span&gt; that are in fights, dangerous, and their owners wont take care of them. This species is very lovable and friendly when you actually pay attention and give it attention. Desperate Housewives is an awesome eye catching television show. Its about a small cold-a-sack street, where families know each other very well. They gossip about each other lives and know everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-4290837139235694484?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/4290837139235694484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=4290837139235694484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/4290837139235694484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/4290837139235694484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/11/favorite-television-show.html' title='Favorite television show'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-6148578985912776627</id><published>2009-11-20T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T10:30:58.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A list that I am thankful for</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My family. They've been there for me thick through thin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;School. Proud of myself that I am still in school, graduating this year as a senior (not a super senior).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To still be alive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That my family is growing and I get to be involved.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For still having faith and not giving up to a find a job.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For having a roof over my head and still living.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For having two wonderful entertaining dogs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To still have my family to support me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-6148578985912776627?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6148578985912776627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=6148578985912776627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/6148578985912776627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/6148578985912776627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/11/list-that-i-am-thankful-for.html' title='A list that I am thankful for'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-7411689690569144948</id><published>2009-11-19T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T10:23:22.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I going to do on my week off for Thanksgiving?</title><content type='html'>Monday I am sure going to the open house, and inviting my family that choose's to come. I want to go to my Aunt Malia's house to see my little cousins, but she hasn't texted me back. I love them soo much. Im full of energy and, so are they. On the twenty seventh of November I'm heading to my mom's mother's house to gather with my family, and also see my new baby cousins that my Aunt Suzeanne just delivered. After Thanksgiving is over, the next day,` my family plans on having a gathering at the table to have a feast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-7411689690569144948?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7411689690569144948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=7411689690569144948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/7411689690569144948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/7411689690569144948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-am-i-going-to-do-on-my-week-off.html' title='What am I going to do on my week off for Thanksgiving?'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-6867040810699207703</id><published>2009-11-17T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T10:29:22.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentence combining</title><content type='html'>1. Junior is a Spokan Indian and, he lives on a reservation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. At Reardan High School Junior is one of the smartest kids but, Gordy is smarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Junior has a hard time getting to school but, sometimes he has to walk all 22 miles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-6867040810699207703?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6867040810699207703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=6867040810699207703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/6867040810699207703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/6867040810699207703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/11/1.html' title='Sentence combining'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-8766331790389320275</id><published>2009-11-16T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T10:52:21.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian</title><content type='html'>I love this book!! When you told us the title of the story I thought to myself, "Why on earth would you choose this book? It isn't going to be a great book to focus on." But they always say don't judge a book by it's cover. I used to not to choose to read books. This book is about his life and what he goes through everyday (a diary about his life). Why would he think he is a part-time Indian? Maybe because he fits well in with the white crowd and acts half white half Indian. We first started reading the first chapter readers eyit was halrious! This book is breathtakingly honest, funny, profane, sad and will catch readers eye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-8766331790389320275?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/8766331790389320275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=8766331790389320275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/8766331790389320275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/8766331790389320275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/11/absolutely-true-diary-of-part-time.html' title='The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-6754866205451906129</id><published>2009-11-13T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T10:24:19.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>With out technology</title><content type='html'>How would I entertain myself if I didn't have any technology. I would drive everywhere to my friends house and set a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;schedule&lt;/span&gt; when I could see them. The majority of people in the world don't have technology. I would entertain myself like doing outdoors sports and activities. For myself I probably couldn't live with out my cell phone, computer, and television. I have them everyday around me. I'm used to using them everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-6754866205451906129?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6754866205451906129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=6754866205451906129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/6754866205451906129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/6754866205451906129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/11/with-out-technology.html' title='With out technology'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-4591976453762609114</id><published>2009-11-09T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T10:24:25.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Junior from the book</title><content type='html'>I love this book it keeps me entertained. When I visualize Junior, he looks like an Indian of course, wears clothes that aren't in fashion and loves school. Junior seems like a loving sweet little boy and people don't want to get to know him just pick on him. There're bullies everywhere you go in schools, buildings, and outside in public. If I meet a person like Junior I would love to be his best friend. People like to judge really quick on what they wear, how they look and who they hang out with. I absolutely hate people like that. I look down on them. The majority of people are nice and friendly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-4591976453762609114?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/4591976453762609114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=4591976453762609114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/4591976453762609114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/4591976453762609114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/11/junior-from-book.html' title='Junior from the book'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-7243542216230489858</id><published>2009-11-06T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T10:24:56.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Connecting with the book that we read yesterday</title><content type='html'>I loved how he started out talking about what he has gone through. Also, I like how he talks like teenagers so we laugh and understand what he's telling and talking about. I connected with him talking about his dog. His dog was his best friend until his dad shot him. My dog's mean everything to me . They're friendly, funny, adorable, and playful. It Seems like I can talk to them and some what they understand me(pretty funny). Everything that is living has to have a brain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-7243542216230489858?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7243542216230489858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=7243542216230489858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/7243542216230489858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/7243542216230489858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/11/connecting-with-book-that-we-read.html' title='Connecting with the book that we read yesterday'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-7392350781960550620</id><published>2009-11-05T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T10:33:00.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An obstacle that I am overcoming</title><content type='html'>I got an M.I.P in April 2009. Now today, I am bumping into my old friends and saying no to drugs because I want to live a healthy life and be their for my family when they need me. I still have a hard time to leave my old friends in the past that I got an M.I.P with. I guess people don't know the word no and stay away. I lost a lot of friends over drinking. I just want the best for my family and I. Yes I can admit that I do talk to my friends that I got an M.I.P with, but I would never get back into drinking alcohol and smoking. My old friends always ask me, "Do you want to drink tonight"? I have to turn it down. Then they try peer pressure. They seem to always think in their little minds that I am still the old Mackenzie and party a lot. I tell them that people change and it is part of growing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-7392350781960550620?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7392350781960550620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=7392350781960550620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/7392350781960550620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/7392350781960550620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/11/obstacle-that-i-am-overcoming.html' title='An obstacle that I am overcoming'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-6496205849265036216</id><published>2009-11-04T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T13:04:20.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I was going to write a story about me</title><content type='html'>My adventure through high school. When I started high (freshman year) I was popular, friendly with all people that wanted to meet me, happy (smiley). I've never got decent grades in high school. I started flunking in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;eigth&lt;/span&gt; grade, that is where my parent's started to see a bad side of Mackenzie. I always partied, snuck out of the house and picked friends that were bad influences on me. I hated my family, didn't care about school and didn't think twice before I did something that could possibly get me into trouble with the law. Everything changed on April 2009, when I got an M.I.P. I used to be friends with a girl I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;knowned&lt;/span&gt; since middle school (no names). She was a tight friend to be around twenty-four seven. I didn't spend much time with my family and didn't bother to think that family is all you've got, keep them close to your heart. I picked friends over anything. I was a wild child to my parent's. And a bad reflection on my younger brother and sister. April was the month I was at her house doing the usual hang out, gossip, eat junk food and stay up late. That night I got a text message from one of my other friend. He asked if I wanted to go to a kick back in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Keizer&lt;/span&gt;. I was already in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Keizer&lt;/span&gt; (that is where she lived). We went to the kick back and started drinking, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;blarring&lt;/span&gt; loud music, and getting wild. My opinion is teenagers think drugs are great and mess with them everyday until you get caught. That is what happened to me in April. Police banging on the door. The owner didn't let the police in because it wasn't for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;picticualr&lt;/span&gt; reason to let them in (stupid owner). I was currently sitting at the table trying to sober up with my friends. Then I saw a face in the window. "Shout" I yelled "It's the cops let them in the front door". Everyone at the party was under age except for the owners. Three of my friends got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;breathalyser&lt;/span&gt; test done (since they were drunk and couldn't speak well). All of my friends passed and had to wait for their parents come and get them. I looked at the time when we got caught it was three AM. Luckily my father came and picked me up. He was ready to go to work. I was screwed for the rest of the summer. I got my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;privileges&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;taken&lt;/span&gt; away from me, lost trust in my parents basically having a life in a jail cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned my life around since I am turning eighteen less than a week. I realized a lot of things that I love and c&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;harish&lt;/span&gt; but never knew them when I was a wild child (I can admit to that now because it is the truth). I didn't have a great relationship with my brother and sister. I love them now till I die. I got everything back that I didn't know meant the world to me. I focus on school much more than I used to. I go to school everyday, wake up proud of myself, do outdoor activities with my brother and sister, go to family sport games, read more, listen to others, care for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;individuals&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; have respect to me and say no to drugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-6496205849265036216?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6496205849265036216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=6496205849265036216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/6496205849265036216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/6496205849265036216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-i-was-going-to-write-story-about-me.html' title='If I was going to write a story about me'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-6996082078419909090</id><published>2009-11-02T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T10:34:34.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notebook-The Wedding</title><content type='html'>I've seen the movie Notebook and I've already read the book. I like seeing movies then read the book that relates to the movie. Books give more details than movies. Now I'm reading the second part of the Notebook named, The wedding. The wedding is about Noah and Allie's children and how they live &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;each others&lt;/span&gt; lives. The speaker is Wilson, the husband of Jane, which Jane is Noah's oldest daughter. Noah is in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;retirement&lt;/span&gt; home with Allie that has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Alzheimer's&lt;/span&gt; and can't remember much when she was young and can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; her children. Where I am at in my book is, where Anna the second child ran into Wilson and Jane's house &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;unexpectedly yelling "I'm getting married this Saturday." Anna wanted to do the wedding early as possible because Noah is getting older by the minute. She wants him to be there. I don't dislike anything about any book I choose to read. I love romance novels that are about people's lives. Those books excite me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-6996082078419909090?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6996082078419909090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=6996082078419909090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/6996082078419909090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/6996082078419909090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/11/notebook-wedding.html' title='Notebook-The Wedding'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-2734392102996271116</id><published>2009-10-30T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T10:40:01.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My choice!</title><content type='html'>I'm going to Portland to my Aunt Malia's house today and coming home on Sunday. My Uncle Mike is going on a business trip to Seattle. She asked me if I'm doing anything for Halloween. I said no. Today I am going home to pack to go to my aunts house. Then my dad is going to take me to the GreyHound station to buy my ticket. This morning my mom told me (like a worried parent she is) "You don't know people on the bus, so just read your book and listen to music."&lt;br /&gt;I responded, "I already know mom." I love my mother, but sometimes she needs to know that I am not her little girl anymore. I'm growing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-2734392102996271116?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/2734392102996271116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=2734392102996271116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/2734392102996271116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/2734392102996271116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-choice.html' title='My choice!'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-7099203379055018459</id><published>2009-10-29T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T10:22:52.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Formal letter</title><content type='html'>Dear Rebekah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to have confidence to be successful and to be smart. I've been in read 180 since seventh grade. None of the read 180 classes has helped me, until I went to Roberts Downtown Learning Center. I never liked to read books because I never took my time to look for books I enjoy. Now I can't get my nose out of books. I've improved my lexile, reading score, and comprehension all thanks to this school that gives undivided attention to every student that hasn't done great throughout high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Mackenzie Rowley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-7099203379055018459?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7099203379055018459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=7099203379055018459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/7099203379055018459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/7099203379055018459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/10/formal-letter.html' title='Formal letter'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-2065138683420474372</id><published>2009-10-28T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T10:45:55.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My two loving dogs</title><content type='html'>We just got Bella on Memorial weekend. She is a pitbull and a lab. Bella is full of energy, play full, happy, and smart. Bella always likes to be scratched on her bottom (she goes nuts when you do that to her). Whenever she has a toy in her mouth she'll drop it in your lap (I try to ignore her), but I give in and throw her toy. When I pick up her toy her energy level is so high in the sky and she is happy that someone is paying attention to her. Bella is determined to catch her toy. Its funny how when you're about to throw her toy, her facial expression always makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan is a long haired daschound. She is orange with white paws, white chest, and freckles on her feet and nose. Daschound's are always loud, barking, and wanting attention seven days a week. Megan can be a spoiled brat, steal food on your plate and try to attack Bella when she gets near her and me. She is attached to me. I've went to California for a week came back and she wouldn't get out of my hair. Megan kept jumping on my legs and trying to get attention like she was a squid suction cupped on my leg (that's not the first thing I want to come home too). Megan doesn't fetch. Only Bella does. I tried but she just looks at me like what are you trying to say and do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-2065138683420474372?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/2065138683420474372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=2065138683420474372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/2065138683420474372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/2065138683420474372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-two-loving-dogs.html' title='My two loving dogs'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-964476080560064888</id><published>2009-10-27T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T10:27:48.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem we read in class (This be the verse)</title><content type='html'>The author wrote this poem to tell people not to trust anyone in this world. I like this poem because it is very truthful. It's true about parents when they are mad or drinking they tend to blame you for their faults.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-964476080560064888?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/964476080560064888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=964476080560064888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/964476080560064888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/964476080560064888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/10/poem-we-read-in-class.html' title='Poem we read in class (This be the verse)'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-2596891906369131576</id><published>2009-10-26T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T10:51:31.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem about hair</title><content type='html'>Hair is long and shiny&lt;br /&gt;Hair can go down to your hinny&lt;br /&gt;It can be curly or straight&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate and don't hate&lt;br /&gt;Be nice and donate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-2596891906369131576?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/2596891906369131576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=2596891906369131576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/2596891906369131576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/2596891906369131576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/10/poem-about-hair.html' title='Poem about hair'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-4604159449269339543</id><published>2009-10-23T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T10:15:13.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend</title><content type='html'>I have an interview with Aeropostale. I was suppose to go to my aunt Malia's house since my uncle Mike is out of town for a business trip, but I can't because of the interview I have going on this weekened. My parents are interested in doing a 5k with me, we're all athletic. I wish I could see Kyle (my boyfriend) but things aren't going well. Today i'm going home and sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-4604159449269339543?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/4604159449269339543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=4604159449269339543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/4604159449269339543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/4604159449269339543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-weekend.html' title='This weekend'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-3975607811686743092</id><published>2009-10-22T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T10:43:32.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiku</title><content type='html'>Boys are always fun.&lt;br /&gt;I love to hang out with them.&lt;br /&gt;They can be quiet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-3975607811686743092?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/3975607811686743092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=3975607811686743092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/3975607811686743092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/3975607811686743092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/10/haiku.html' title='Haiku'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-7653276366875422466</id><published>2009-10-21T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T10:41:34.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOYS!!!!</title><content type='html'>If it wasn't for females, men wouldn't be making love to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inappropriate.&lt;br /&gt;No emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Romantic.&lt;br /&gt;Goofy.&lt;br /&gt;Hard to understand.&lt;br /&gt;Confusing.&lt;br /&gt;Life of the parties.&lt;br /&gt;Pigs.&lt;br /&gt;Flirt magnets.&lt;br /&gt;Sexy.&lt;br /&gt;Atrractive.&lt;br /&gt;Dirty dogs.&lt;br /&gt;Smart.&lt;br /&gt;Boring.&lt;br /&gt;Strong.&lt;br /&gt;Selfish.&lt;br /&gt;Quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Psycho.&lt;br /&gt;Comfortable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-7653276366875422466?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7653276366875422466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=7653276366875422466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/7653276366875422466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/7653276366875422466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/10/boys.html' title='BOYS!!!!'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-2632480195626703</id><published>2009-10-20T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T10:40:45.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this song by Easton Corbin</title><content type='html'>The main idea to this song is. There is a black and white side to everyone (nobody is perfect). You don't get everything you want from someone you care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a little more country than that". I have a boyfriend that is a little bit older than me. We have gone through the same issues with relationships. Kyle told me listen to this song and it would tell me about his feelings towards a women he cares about. The song made me speechless and it made sense how he does feel about a women he cares about. Kyle doesn't want to say those three little words to a women and then take it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a little bit more country than that" lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a dirt road full of pot holes with a creek bank and some cane poles cathching channel cat im a little more country than that picture your small town with and old hound laying out front of the court house while the old men chew the fat im a little more country than that i just want to make sure you know just who your getting under this old hat cuz girl im not the kind to two time or play games behind your back im a little more country than that think of a hank song from days gone where the steal ride is so strong it sends chills up your back im a little more country than that if you want a brick home in a school zone with the doors locked and alarms on girl your way off track im a little more country than that i just want to make sure you know just who your getting under this old hat cuz girl im not the kind to two time or play games behind your back im a little more country than that yeah' im sure that you herd those three words from others but they fell flat but this ring aint something that i mean to give you then take back im a little more country than that im a little more country than that im a little more country than that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-2632480195626703?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/2632480195626703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=2632480195626703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/2632480195626703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/2632480195626703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-this-song-by-easton-corbin.html' title='I love this song by Easton Corbin'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-4274826589865163619</id><published>2009-10-19T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T10:27:39.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do people write poetry?</title><content type='html'>People write poetry for lots of reasons. You can write to get your emotions out, how you struggled with your life when you were young about a loved one, and your aggression. There are some really great poems that I have read. It reflects on some situations I've been in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-4274826589865163619?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/4274826589865163619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=4274826589865163619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/4274826589865163619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/4274826589865163619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-do-people-write-poetry.html' title='Why do people write poetry?'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-8392741321005574081</id><published>2009-10-12T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T10:51:50.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A place that I would want to visit again, but scary</title><content type='html'>I don't know if you've heard about Zena backwards church. I have been to many times to remember. I went with some group of friends at three a.m. at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cemetery&lt;/span&gt;. We parked our car in the orchards, walked through the orchards. I heard from people and did some research of my own about Zena church. That when you walk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; the orchards you can hear a little girl and boy playing with their toys. They will follow you then follow you through rocks behind your feet and go to the maiden kitchen and continue to play. It was freaky. Another time was with a group of friends and we started walking towards the gate and my friend said "Hold on I don't feel to well, wait". So I waited for him he pucked on the side of the road. I didn't know where the rest of my friends went. Sixten and I walked up the gravel road and tried to find the rest of our friends. We decided to look in the church windows. We spotted a light and silhouette of a old man (FREAKY). We finally found the rest of our friends in the grave yard. They were taking pictures, laying on graves, and playing weegie board game. I have been there SO many times I can go on and on talking about Zena church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-8392741321005574081?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/8392741321005574081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=8392741321005574081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/8392741321005574081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/8392741321005574081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/10/place-that-i-would-want-to-visit-again.html' title='A place that I would want to visit again, but scary'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-8996096663934498275</id><published>2009-10-08T10:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T10:30:13.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A place that I call home</title><content type='html'>I label my bedroom as my apartment. It's a big room, but I live in a house (might not make sense but it does to me). My room is really cozy, warm, comfortable, and you can be yourself. I call it my own space to think and get away from my family and friends. My friends are always shocked by how many products I have in my room. I love it because I can spice up my style everyday. It's cool to me. In one corner I have all my things that belong to me including my bed, and in another part of my room I have a television with a play station hooked up to my t.v. I barely watch or play games on it. I wish I could add a cozy couch, but I would have to find one that is in good shape and affordable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-8996096663934498275?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/8996096663934498275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=8996096663934498275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/8996096663934498275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/8996096663934498275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/10/place-that-i-call-home.html' title='A place that I call home'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-389427989589674509</id><published>2009-10-07T10:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T10:38:24.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I remember about Semptember 11th</title><content type='html'>I heard A LOT about September 11th on the news, people chatting, at school and whole family. It was devastating to me what these terrorists did. Why did they do it? Maybe some scientists know why they did it, but I want to know for myself. A lot of people were crying, people lost plenty of family and friends. People worked at the twin towers. I wouldn't know where to run to the nearest exit. People that worked at the very top of the building would die instantly because that is where the plan hit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-389427989589674509?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/389427989589674509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=389427989589674509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/389427989589674509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/389427989589674509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-i-remember-about-semptember-11th.html' title='What I remember about Semptember 11th'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-5856821493196370166</id><published>2009-10-05T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T10:22:04.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where would I go outside the Unites States</title><content type='html'>I went to my aunt Jai's house last weekend I have two aunt's that are twins. I haven't seen her for over two years. I have only seen her three times out of my eighteen years. So I didn't know much about her. She was telling me a story about South Africa and how when you walk down path ways (they aren't streets just mud path ways), you see little children that look like they live in the garbage, peeing in holes, having barely any shelter over their heads.They didn't have a toilet like majority of people in the United States. They don't have shoes, no money, and killing pigs and lambs to eat just for dinner. Basically anything that has four legs that is living. I'm a person that likes to take risks and see different places out of my comfort zone, it's very interesting. It made me devastated what my aunt Jai was telling me about this country how people can still survive and live in the outdoors. We, the people in the United States, are so lucky to have shelter, food on the table, shoes, clothes, water to bath ourselves, and a toilet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-5856821493196370166?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/5856821493196370166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=5856821493196370166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/5856821493196370166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/5856821493196370166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-would-i-go-outside-unites-states.html' title='Where would I go outside the Unites States'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-464672611987642064</id><published>2009-10-02T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T10:35:13.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My ideal day</title><content type='html'>On a sunny day me, my boyfriend, my family, and his family would go to a local park, have a great BBQ, and play park games. My family hasn't met Kyle's family. I would love my family to meet his family one day. Just by me meeting Kyle's family it's clear that our families are similar. Both families are goofy and they don't care who judges them. My family has met Kyle and they love him for who he is. My parents told me he is a winner because I have found the right man that is some what like me (goofy, crazy, down for whatever, dare devil, always smiling, and stress free life.) That would be my ideal day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-464672611987642064?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/464672611987642064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=464672611987642064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/464672611987642064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/464672611987642064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-ideal-day.html' title='My ideal day'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-2722941712671937686</id><published>2009-10-01T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T10:39:00.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My most embarrasing moment....</title><content type='html'>was when I was getting ready for school. I had an hour to get ready (do my hair, my make up, and pick out an outfit). I put on my eye shadow, later I put on mascara primer (which was white) and I walked to the bath room, to move on to do my hair. When I was done doing my hair I got dressed and ran out the door. When I got to school I was pulled aside from one of my friends and she said "Girl you need to fix you mascara. You have white eye lashes!" I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embarrassed and started laughing,&lt;/span&gt; cause it looked like I had a disease on my eye lashes. But now I look at myself in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mirror&lt;/span&gt; and make sure that I don't have white eye lashes, so I don't go to school looking all weirded out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-2722941712671937686?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/2722941712671937686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=2722941712671937686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/2722941712671937686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/2722941712671937686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-most-embarrasing-moment.html' title='My most embarrasing moment....'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-2293233931304829695</id><published>2009-09-29T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T10:32:20.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do people get addicted to drugs?</title><content type='html'>Why do people get addicted to drugs? Because it's around them, they associate themselves around people that are bad influence on them, and peer pressure. You can't control anyone and their lives. It's their choice to do the drugs and use it. Basically, I think it is peer pressure that is how I got starting using drugs. Then I quit because I wanted to live longer and saw that they weren't worth doing nothing. It slows down your life and it waists your time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-2293233931304829695?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/2293233931304829695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=2293233931304829695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/2293233931304829695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/2293233931304829695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-do-people-get-addicted-to-drugs.html' title='Why do people get addicted to drugs?'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-2277358858476844061</id><published>2009-09-25T10:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T10:20:56.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is an education good for me? Why do I come to school?</title><content type='html'>This is my last year to drive through and complete high school. I can't flunk and screw up my last year. If I was in a regular high school, I would flunk automatically. Why? Because when you have a big class room with about twenty five students and one teacher, you can't get the teachers attention right away. Whenever I got my teachers attention I forgot my question (I am enthusiastic). I love this school because it is a small class room and two teachers to help you out. I come to school, so I can get my career job and be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;successful and&lt;/span&gt; learn something new everyday. I don't want to have minimum wage job for the rest of my life. If I go to college, I'll be the first kid to go to college. this will make my parents proud of me. They are already proud of me so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-2277358858476844061?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/2277358858476844061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=2277358858476844061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/2277358858476844061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/2277358858476844061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-is-education-good-for-me-why-do-i.html' title='Why is an education good for me? Why do I come to school?'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-8321241087269910514</id><published>2009-09-24T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T10:29:42.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What would I do when I lost all my house and valuables?</title><content type='html'>If a fire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; when I wasn't home and I came back with no house. I would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;devastated. I would&lt;/span&gt; care about my family instead of my belongings. I wouldn't care if I had worn the same clothes on my back for three days or more. I've never experienced a fire or a flood, but my cousins had have their own house burnt down, which they lived a block away from me. What would me and my family do if I didn't have a house? I would try to go to a relatives house. We have a lot of support from our family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-8321241087269910514?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/8321241087269910514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=8321241087269910514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/8321241087269910514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/8321241087269910514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-would-i-do-when-i-lost-all-my.html' title='What would I do when I lost all my house and valuables?'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-2562018437980129142</id><published>2009-09-23T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:29:20.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedication</title><content type='html'>What does dedication mean to me? It means, a goal that you want to accomplish, or something that you want to accomplish in your future to be a better person for yourself and others around you. I have a lot of goals in my life that I want to accomplish. I could give you a list, but it is never ending. I'll give you a few: One- going to college and being successful. Two- getting my permit and then my license afterwards. Three- show respect to everyone even if they are throwing a nasty attitude at you. Four- moving out of the read one eighty class and getting my G.E.D. And five- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; to school everyday even if I am tired (cough cough Rebkah telling me to go to school everyday), but that makes me push and drive myself to get to school everyday. This is my last chance for school to go to college.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-2562018437980129142?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/2562018437980129142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=2562018437980129142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/2562018437980129142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/2562018437980129142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/09/dedication.html' title='Dedication'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-7483341662516826083</id><published>2009-09-21T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T10:45:00.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dean H. and secretary, Hello, my name is Mackenzie Marie Allen Rowley Jackson.  On April, I went with some of my friends to a get together party that was in Salem Keizer. We went to the apartment started meeting new people (that I should've realized they were a bad influence on me), drinking was involved, and loud music. My parents knew that I was staying the night at a best friends house and my parents would come get me the in the morning time. Well that din't execute. Me and my friend decided not to stay at her house instead have a little fun that night (go drink). I knew my parents always loved me NO matter what happened to me. My parents were dissapointed in me getting an M.I.P. I don't like to see someone upset exspecially my parents. Every child wants to make their parents and family proud of what you accomplish in the near future. I took some thought the very next day what had happened that night and made some changes in my life: Not hanging around people that make bad choices, stop the drugs that I was using, and focus on my future. I'm going to school at the Downtown Leanring Center. I'm a senior and my last year to catch up and focus to be successful and go to college next winter fall to get my career job that I've always wanted (which I can't decide yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then I have not been doing any more drugs and have turned my life around. I enjoy spending time with my family coming home and telling them what happened everyday. I got into contact with my best friend from sixth grade, she made me realize and take two steps back that I did something really wrong (I thank her for helping me). I wake up every week day and look forward to go school. I'd never enjoyed school I just socialized a lot and not give a dam about school work. This school is amazing, I used to have a bad comprehension problem , low reading lexile score, and not to good at writting. All that has changed. My parents are proud of me I love that feeling to hear that from my parents. My younger brother, sister, dad, and mom have seen a HUGE change in me. We have wonderful realtionships together it's amazing unbelieveable to think that I turned around and like to spend time on my family realtionship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to give you a list of my goals in my life that I want to accomplish:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going to college&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a part-time job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study for my permit/license test&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Believe in me and others&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be successful&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be courteous to others&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a positive attitude even if it is stressful situations&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stay away from people that are using drugs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't be selfish&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Worry about others before me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-7483341662516826083?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7483341662516826083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=7483341662516826083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/7483341662516826083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/7483341662516826083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/09/dean-h.html' title=''/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-8419562830421680802</id><published>2009-09-18T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:30:57.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My grandmother Kathy Nuss (my mothers mom) sounds, acts, and take care of me just EXACTLY like my mother (Kimberly). I love my grandparents, their two special grandparents that I enjoy visiting. Both of my parents were in California four weeks ago. My grandma lives ten minutes away from my parents house. She told me to call her when I need to speak to someone for advice, and to chat if I'm lonely. I look up to her as my mother, because she did a good job raising my mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-8419562830421680802?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/8419562830421680802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=8419562830421680802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/8419562830421680802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/8419562830421680802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-grandmother-kathy-nuss-my-mothers.html' title=''/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-2300169817778243260</id><published>2009-09-10T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T10:30:42.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAVORITE THING TO DO IN SPARE TIME!</title><content type='html'>I love to be athletic in my spare time. I don't like to watch television, I would only do that when I'm bored or want to catch up on my television shows. I have to have my cell phone wherever I go, even if it is to the bathroom. I do have a boyfriend that I met on June 19th by my sisters boyfriend. Kyle is his name. He's amazing and I love being around him because he has a since of humor, and could always make me laugh when I'm not in a happy mood. He brings my spirit right back up. Also in my spare time I like to clean my room and listen to music, and walk my dogs. I love love animals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-2300169817778243260?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/2300169817778243260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=2300169817778243260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/2300169817778243260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/2300169817778243260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/09/favorite-thing-to-do-on-spare-time.html' title='FAVORITE THING TO DO IN SPARE TIME!'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-7388498721213472195</id><published>2009-06-11T10:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:31:43.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Plans</title><content type='html'>My plans for this summer are... I am going to get a job. Today I am going job hunting and there are places that are hiring. I just want to be busy this whole summer. I don't want to sit around my house and not do a damn thing. I plan on getting a job and reading (I'm actually getting a library card today). I also am going to enjoy the summer's weather and go swimming in lakes, rivers, and my grandparents pool because they have a in ground pool in their backyard. As I look back from last summer and now this summer that is coming up in awhile. I got into a lot of trouble last summer always partying, not coming home when I am suppose to, and meeting people that I shoudn've not meet. Since this is a new year of 2009 I'm starting fresh and not going back to my old past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-7388498721213472195?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7388498721213472195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=7388498721213472195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/7388498721213472195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/7388498721213472195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-plans.html' title='Summer Plans'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-2353024703778217837</id><published>2009-06-08T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T11:00:10.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Books that I am Intersted in</title><content type='html'>Project 17 by &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Laurie-Faria-Stolarz/e/B001H6TW32/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1"&gt;Laurie Faria Stolarz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissing The Rain by Kevin Brooks&lt;br /&gt;Lucas by Kevin Brooks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-2353024703778217837?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/2353024703778217837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=2353024703778217837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/2353024703778217837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/2353024703778217837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='Books that I am Intersted in'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-1312844268618403312</id><published>2009-06-04T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T10:30:41.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prediction about the story</title><content type='html'>I've already seen the movie so I am going to have to spoil it for you. Lily approaches August and ask August about her mother if she was here at the pink house. August goes inside the house and get a suit case that Lily's mother left here, I don't know why she left it there. Anyways, Lily opens it up and it has some of her mother's belongings in the suit case. In the suit case there is a hair brush, a mirror, a picture of her and Lily, and I believe that I remember a make up brush. August told Lily that T.Ray was lying to her the hole time about her mother. She believed August, about that her mother was coming back to get her daughter Lily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-1312844268618403312?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/1312844268618403312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=1312844268618403312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/1312844268618403312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/1312844268618403312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/06/prediction-about-story.html' title='Prediction about the story'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-5977907161842323622</id><published>2009-06-03T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T11:02:27.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tiffany Marie Mcmahill. She has been there when I needed her every minute practally. When I had problems with guy situation, family probelms, and she is just there to tell your best friend about what you did today. Tiffan is really close to me because when I first met her she was a rocker didn't care what she acted like and looked liked. I met Tiffany through an old ex friend (which is her cousin) Deonna at the Ike Box. I was shy at first so was she, I liked her to be my friend because we were sooooo freakin funny and goofy. Me and Tiffany started to get close to each other when we started seeing eaach other more and more. I have to thank Deonna for introducing Tiffany to me. You know when you meet new people you don't want to tell them your whole life story. Well me and her clicked and didn't want to be seperated from each other, we would always call each other, laugh with each other, and do activites ith each other. Now that I see her and I am still her best friend from today we still kick it she has change a little bit with style the way she acts around men. Sometimes I like to think about I am her role model, but I always just told her that I am going to be here for her whenever she needs me that is a true best friend. Our friend ship is going to continue for the rest of our lives. That is what I think, but no one can't tell the future about whats going to happened in our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-5977907161842323622?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/5977907161842323622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=5977907161842323622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/5977907161842323622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/5977907161842323622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/06/tiffany-marie-mcmahill.html' title=''/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-3888224021204558592</id><published>2009-06-01T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T10:34:42.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Setting of the Book</title><content type='html'>Lily is in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tiburon&lt;/span&gt; South Carolina. She used to live &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; her father T. Ray Sylvan. She ran away from him for a great reason of him lying and bossing her around and didn't matter if she was his daughter. Her and Rosaleen are very good friends. She worked for T. Ray as a nanny. Rosaleen got taken to jail, Lily told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rosaleen&lt;/span&gt; lets get out of here and go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tiburon&lt;/span&gt;. When Lily and Rosaleen got to the pink house with Black woman that lived there. Lily was scared to approach the house and make up a story to live at the pink house. Whenever she woke up to the smell of honey in the honey house on a cot to sleeps on. Lily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; have to walk outside to the pink house where everyone was in the kitchen making breakfast. The pink house was very nice and always always clean because May had a cleaning problem, she's not normal after her twin sister died.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-3888224021204558592?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/3888224021204558592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=3888224021204558592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/3888224021204558592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/3888224021204558592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/06/current-setting-of.html' title='Current Setting of the Book'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-7527504931731678659</id><published>2009-05-28T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T10:27:30.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evaluating</title><content type='html'>1. I love this book. I would like to read this on my own free time. All the characters match the personalities. I love books that have an exciting begining in the first chapter. That's what gets me going on reading books. I also like how it is about a little girl and her adventurous life and what she does day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There isn't really much to say bad about this book. It's going great with the characters and how they carry themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-7527504931731678659?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7527504931731678659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=7527504931731678659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/7527504931731678659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/7527504931731678659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/05/evaluating.html' title='Evaluating'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-7006043732708268498</id><published>2009-05-26T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:36:52.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happened Over the Sunny Weekend?</title><content type='html'>What happened? Friday I bumped into a friend at a store close to my house, and we swapped numbers. Then later we both went to the Courthouse and worked out with each other. I need to stay in shape for this summer to fit in a swim suit and shorts. Saturday I woke up at ten thirty,  and then my dad came home with my new dog Bella. He said "Time to get ready and help me and the family with the pool over at your grandparents house". Damn, I didn't want to go because I just woke up, but he said if I didn't go and help I don't get to swim in it this summer. So we went over to my grandparent's house and helped with the pool to put it all back together. We had a Bar-B-Q, actually my first Bar-B-Q for the first time this summer. Putting the pool together was a bonding experience with my big family and how we put the liner in. On Sunday I just sat around the house ate food while watching a couple of movies that I haven't seen. Then I went on a long jog and pushed myself up Madrona hill (It was a killer hill). Monday when I woke up, me and my family went to my grandparents house and swam in the new pool. The pool at my grandparents house has been at their place for twenty years. It was fun. I got burnt over the weekend. That is what I was hoping for so my sunburn can turn into a tan and it did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-7006043732708268498?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7006043732708268498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=7006043732708268498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/7006043732708268498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/7006043732708268498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-happened-over-sunny-weekend.html' title='What Happened Over the Sunny Weekend?'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-1055102589044845366</id><published>2009-05-22T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:37:30.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Opinion about the book so far...</title><content type='html'>I think that the book gives more details than the movie. I own the secret life of bees and have seen it. Since we've been reading the book I thought about the movie and the book. I think books always give more detail. The movie is always in my head. The movie is shoter than a book. It always leaves out parts and the book doesn't. I like how you picked out this book, it's really interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-1055102589044845366?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/1055102589044845366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=1055102589044845366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/1055102589044845366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/1055102589044845366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/05/opinion-about-book-so-far.html' title='Opinion about the book so far...'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-5251632380737749245</id><published>2009-05-19T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T10:46:50.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Setting from Secret Life of Bees</title><content type='html'>Lily and T. Ray had a peach farm. At the entrance to the farm they had a big wooden sign with OWENS PEACH ENTERPRISES in the worst orange color you've ever seen. The sign was nothing compared with the giant peach perched atop a sixty-foot pole beside the gate. It's fleshy color, not to mention the crease down the middle, that gave it the unmistakable appearance one of a rear end. Lily and T. Ray lived in Sylvan on the worst side of town. Old houses set up on cinder blocks. Fans wedges in the windows. Dirt yards. Women in pink curlers. Collarless dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her description of talking about the peach farm. She didn't like her farm that T.Ray was raising, Lily absolutely hated it. She got made fun from the students at school whenever they drove by the farm. Lily didn't really describe how it smelt just the way it looked. If you read about what she describes the farm as and you imagine what it would smell like, I'm pretty sure it would smell like manure and peaches ALOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-5251632380737749245?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/5251632380737749245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=5251632380737749245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/5251632380737749245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/5251632380737749245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/05/setting-from-secret-life-of-bees.html' title='Setting from Secret Life of Bees'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-5681376957688073944</id><published>2009-05-18T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:35:35.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decribing Portland City</title><content type='html'>Last weekend I went to Portland where some of my family members lived. I had a blast so I want to live there when I move out. It's BEAUTIFUL, a lot of people around downtown, and gorgeous homes that are for one million dollars. When you walk outside and smell Portland's air it smells like nature, food, and flowers. I am a city girl; I couldn't live in the country. Why do I want to live in Portland? It's because it has a lot of people, a lot of action going on in the city, and more shopping places. It's just a bigger city to have fun in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-5681376957688073944?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/5681376957688073944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=5681376957688073944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/5681376957688073944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/5681376957688073944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/05/decribing-portland-city.html' title='Decribing Portland City'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-7628204577214377985</id><published>2009-05-15T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T10:29:39.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats happening this weekend?</title><content type='html'>Today I am going to go over to my boyfriends house right after school. I'm hanging out with him because on Saturday he is going to New York and Mexico to see his family. He has family all over the United States. Friday night me, my brother, my sister, and one of my cousins are all going to go to Portland to see my two cousins, my uncle, and my aunt. We always have fun up in Portland. My aunt is going to take me and my younger sister shopping (I don't know what store). At my uncle's and aunt's house we usually play with my cousins, do art and crafts, play video games, and the worst thing eat junk food (which I can work out, to work it off). My parents are really happy because they get the house to themselves and it is peace and quiet. They always like a couple days to themselves. This weekend is going to be a blast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-7628204577214377985?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7628204577214377985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=7628204577214377985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/7628204577214377985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/7628204577214377985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-happening-this-weekend.html' title='Whats happening this weekend?'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-7486831977169517875</id><published>2009-05-14T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T10:29:52.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Lily could have done when Rosaleen was put in jail?</title><content type='html'>Lily is white and Rosaleen is black. Segeration was still happening at that time and whites couldn't be in the same building with blacks. Lily could of sent her a letter to the hospital, because she couldn't visit Rosaleen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily could of talked to a black person that Rosaleen and Lily knew and she could have visited Rosaleen and told what Lily needed her to tell Rosaleen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-7486831977169517875?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7486831977169517875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=7486831977169517875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/7486831977169517875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/7486831977169517875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-lily-could-have-done-when-rosaleen.html' title='What Lily could have done when Rosaleen was put in jail?'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-634572164612946820</id><published>2009-05-11T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:43:32.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Character:A Friend Named Armondo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My best friend is charming, handsome, and sweet. He's always laid back and chill to talk to. He has helped me through my life and trying to find myself as a woman. I met Armondo last summer on June 1st at a friends house. I knew what he looked liked but never got to know the real side of him. The first thing he said to me was "I like your hair like that, all curly and cute." Armondo has always given me compliments since we met up with each other. "You're beautiful and I need you to know that Mackenzie." I always smiled and said thank you because I didn't know what else to say. He went to South Salem High School with me when I was a freshman, and he was a senior. He has told me that he has kept his eye on me since day one, but I don't believe that. This June will be two years since we've known each other. Everyting is great. We've been together as boyfriend and girlfriend happy as could be. He is a goof ball, but I love him for who he is. I always go see him whenever I can (that's everyday practically). I would never have thought we would be together as a happy couple because I don't look like the girl that would date a sweet, fun, and goofy guy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Five things they do or say&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Goes to school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plays basketball&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plays with his two dogs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Whats good..."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Five words that describe them&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He explains himself well, when I ask him questions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lazy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Goof ball&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Freak&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-634572164612946820?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/634572164612946820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=634572164612946820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/634572164612946820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/634572164612946820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/05/charactera-friend-named-armondo.html' title='Character:A Friend Named Armondo'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-731071398983792970</id><published>2009-05-05T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:47:12.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Google: Civil Rights Movement</title><content type='html'>Civil rights was when whites controlled blacks and called them bad names. They used to beat them because they were a different race than white. The fight of civil rights happened between 1955-1968. The civil rights movement has also been called the Black freedom movement, the Negro revolution, and the second Reconstruction. Martin Luther King marched, protested, demonstrated, and spoke out against segregation. Within a couple of years, African-American had destroyed the barriers that existed between whites and blacks. In August of 1963, the world watched blacks and whites come together and grant Kings dream of racial equality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-731071398983792970?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/731071398983792970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=731071398983792970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/731071398983792970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/731071398983792970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/05/google-civil-rights-movement.html' title='Google: Civil Rights Movement'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-1760957257398014653</id><published>2009-05-04T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T10:48:34.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Google South Carolina</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The swamps of South Carolina are good for growing rice. South Carolina is known as the Rice State and the Swamp State.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SC is hmid in the summer time average temperatures 86-103. The highest temperature that the state has had was 111 degress.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-1760957257398014653?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/1760957257398014653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=1760957257398014653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/1760957257398014653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/1760957257398014653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/05/google-south-carolina.html' title='Google South Carolina'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-1527560883374247849</id><published>2009-05-01T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T10:35:47.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Imaginative Story</title><content type='html'>It was the middle of the night and suddenly I remembered I forgot to bring the dog in from outside. I had to put on my robe and run through the house hurrying and trying to find my slippers. When I ran outside I couldn't find my dog. It was really chilly outside. I was outside for ten minutes trying to find her. I finally found her rolling in a dirt puddle. I said "Megan what are you doing?" I grabbed her and got myself all dirty. Then I went inside, gave her a bath because if I didn't give her a bath she would make the house stink and get the couch all dirty. My parents wouldn't be happy because it would've been my fault.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-1527560883374247849?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/1527560883374247849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=1527560883374247849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/1527560883374247849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/1527560883374247849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/05/short-imaginative-story.html' title='Short Imaginative Story'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-2725037967783194092</id><published>2009-04-29T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:36:04.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compound Word Practice</title><content type='html'>volleyball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outdoor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;backflip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm&lt;em&gt; outdoors&lt;/em&gt; playing&lt;em&gt; volleyball&lt;/em&gt;  and doing &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;backflips&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;before hitting the ball. Without any knee pads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-2725037967783194092?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/2725037967783194092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=2725037967783194092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/2725037967783194092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/2725037967783194092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/04/compound-word-practice.html' title='Compound Word Practice'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-4389348802942758593</id><published>2009-04-28T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T10:53:57.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Years from now</title><content type='html'>When I would turn 37 I would have my own business and have my own house that would have my own name on the title. I want to open my own shoe and clothing line. I don't want children because they are cute and cuddly, but just not for me because they will interupt your life and what you are accomplishing. I'm excited for the future to what is coming and what I can do with my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-4389348802942758593?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/4389348802942758593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=4389348802942758593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/4389348802942758593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/4389348802942758593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/04/20-years-from-now.html' title='20 Years from now'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-6738307882903681406</id><published>2009-04-27T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T12:58:22.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Power I Would Like</title><content type='html'>I would like to freeze time whenever I want to. Why would I choose this super power? Because I have made mistakes in my life and I would like to go back and freeze time to fix things I did wrong to people I love. My life would basically be in heaven, and it would go smoothly just the way I like it. That power would come in handy mostly everyday. Like when I don't want to wake up for school, I can freeze time at nine and sleep till one. There are a lot of things that you can do when you freeze time. I just don't want to name EVERYTHING off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-6738307882903681406?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6738307882903681406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=6738307882903681406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/6738307882903681406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/6738307882903681406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/04/super-power-i-would-like.html' title='Super Power I Would Like'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-940537139604460149</id><published>2009-04-21T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:05:30.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This I Believe</title><content type='html'>I strongly believe in living longer as much as you can, staying fit, and eating healthy.&lt;br /&gt;    I believe in this because if you can look into your future and see what road you are going down then you know how stable your life is going to be and how you can live the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;    I've heard stories about my parents childhood how they grew up. I saw for myself how they struggled with their weight, eating habits, how they didn't want to be athletic and move from the couch. My parents self image was lost due to them being overweight. Working out was not something they did, they didn’t have the energy to move their overweight bodies around. I also saw that my parents wanted to change at one point in their lives. My parents decided enough was enough and it was time to make a life style change and become healthy and fit. Their life style change has caused them to lose 117 pounds for my mom and 130 pounds for my dad. I love my parents for who they are and what they do to help my life out.&lt;br /&gt;    From their example I've decided to make my life more easier to watch what I eat not to sit on the couch eat food and watch television all day. Even if I say to myself that I am not fit enough, I think I still need to stay in shape at least stay toned up. I just need to watch what I eat, cut down and watch portion size. Or I will be not healthy in my elderly years.&lt;br /&gt;    People need to notice that you only live once and make it the best life you have for your kids and yourself. Make your life fun, peaceful, and an adventure. On the weekends go walk instead of driving. People need to look at the great things in life, to live a happier life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-940537139604460149?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/940537139604460149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=940537139604460149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/940537139604460149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/940537139604460149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-strongly-believe-in-living-longer-as.html' title='This I Believe'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-2641934124182495533</id><published>2009-04-20T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T13:30:22.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre Writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I strongly believe in living longer as much as you can, staying fit, and eating healthy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I believe in this because if you can look into your future and see what road you are going down then you know how stable your life is going to be and how you can live the fullest.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've heard stories about my parents childhood how they grew up. I saw for myself how they struggled with their weight, eating habits, how they didn't want to be athletic and move from the couch. I also saw that they wanted to change at one point in their lives. I love my parents for who they are and what they do to help my life out. From their example I've decided to make my life more easier to watch what I eat not to sit on the couch eat food and watch television all day. People need to notice that you only live once and make it the best life you have for your kids and yourself. Make your life fun, peaceful, and an adventure.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-2641934124182495533?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/2641934124182495533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=2641934124182495533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/2641934124182495533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/2641934124182495533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/04/pre-writing.html' title='Pre Writing'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757211915112863553.post-3724286309098907624</id><published>2009-04-17T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T12:47:09.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten Things I Believe in</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I believe in second chances&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I believe in god&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I believe in institution of family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I believe in love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I believe in work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I believe in play: relaxation very enjoyable on the weekends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I believe in trusting a person&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I believe in ghost and spirits&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I believe in everyone can get to learn something and second chance to learn about it. Learning takes time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I believe in that happiness needs to be spread around in the world&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I believe in living longer to stay healthy and athletic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757211915112863553-3724286309098907624?l=whatkenziesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/feeds/3724286309098907624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757211915112863553&amp;postID=3724286309098907624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/3724286309098907624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757211915112863553/posts/default/3724286309098907624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkenziesays.blogspot.com/2009/04/top-ten-things-i-believe-in.html' title='Top Ten Things I Believe in'/><author><name>Mackenzie-Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15626311814423379691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
