<?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-21930545</id><updated>2011-06-08T01:32:57.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Keren</title><subtitle type='html'>This is the blog of Keren Townsend.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imkeren.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imkeren.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21930545.post-3457170475231577496</id><published>2010-04-30T07:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T07:44:43.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This blog has moved</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;       This blog is now located at http://imkeren.blogspot.com/.&lt;br /&gt;       You will be automatically redirected in 30 seconds, or you may click &lt;a href='http://imkeren.blogspot.com/'&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       For feed subscribers, please update your feed subscriptions to&lt;br /&gt;       http://imkeren.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21930545-3457170475231577496?l=imkeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://imkeren.blogspot.com/' title='This blog has moved'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/3457170475231577496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/3457170475231577496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imkeren.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-blog-has-moved.html' title='This blog has moved'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21930545.post-7139770273914038335</id><published>2008-09-14T17:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:55:00.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking On Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have been thinking about some things in my life. I guess I doubt so much of my life; my relationships, my mother, my degree path, my life in general. I talk to &lt;a href="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/marietta/"&gt;Marietta&amp;#8217;s&lt;/a&gt; grandmother about it. I still can&amp;#8217;t believe I called her. She was the first person who popped into my head when I was thinking about how I was feeling.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She talked to me like I was her granddaughter. It felt good to have her talk to me like that. I told her everything I was feeling. I talked for a long while, too. I didn&amp;#8217;t realize that that much was wrong with me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She talked to me for a long while afterwards. I the one thing I realized most after talking to her, is that I need to find a church home. I hadn&amp;#8217;t even thought about that. Marietta and I haven&amp;#8217;t been to church at school here. It&amp;#8217;s easier to not go. I decided to find a church home.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I didn&amp;#8217;t know where to begin, so I went to Student Services and asked them if they had something that could help me. they did. Fellowship of Christ Baptist Church has a ministry on the college campus. They have a service on the campus every Sunday morning. Marietta, EBB, Dillard, and I went to the service today.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I had a good time. It was fun, too. I am glad that Mama Jameson talked me into going to church. I am going to call her later on this week and tell her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I still have things on my mind, but I feel a lot better about them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21930545-7139770273914038335?l=imkeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/7139770273914038335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/7139770273914038335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imkeren.blogspot.com/2008/09/thinking-on-things.html' title='Thinking On Things'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21930545.post-8555482490492925154</id><published>2008-09-14T17:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:43:28.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Full Name: Keren Townsend (I don&amp;#8217;t like my middle name)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Nicknames: KayKay&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sex: Female&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Age: 23&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Birth date: 2/1/1985&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hair: Black&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Eyes: Green (contacts of course)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Skin: Dark Brown&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Heritage: African&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Where born: Gineo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Where live: Giroux University in &lt;a href="http://www.maddocha.info/cityofcarrington/"&gt;Carrington&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.maddocha.info/"&gt;Maddocha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Favorite food: Chicken&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Favorite subject in school: Math&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Smoke/Drink/Drugs Profile: No to all&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Favorite type of music: R&amp;amp;B&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Morning or night person: Night&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Introvert/Extrovert: Introvert&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Indoor or outdoor person: Outdoor&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Greatest fear: I will end up by myself&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Closest friend: &lt;a href="http://marietta.alwaysinspired.info/2006/01/things-you-should-know-2006.html"&gt;Marietta Jameson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Dearest possession: A necklace my mother gave me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Favorite season: Fall&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Occupation: Student, hopefully, I will be a teacher one day&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Education: Giroux University&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Family: Mother, Joezee Townsend&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Religion: Baptist, although I don&amp;#8217;t attend a church&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Amusements/Hobbies: Reading&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ambition: To be a teacher&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Temperament: Pretty hot&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Attitude: Positive most of the time&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Tattoos: None&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Piercings: Ears only&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Philosophy of life: To be happy while teaching others to do the same&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21930545-8555482490492925154?l=imkeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/8555482490492925154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/8555482490492925154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imkeren.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-about-me.html' title='All About Me'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21930545.post-2308279309624137073</id><published>2008-08-15T13:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T13:01:54.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Full Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There is supposed to be a full moon tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In English class, we were supposed to right about the effect of the full moon. I don&amp;#8217;t even know if there are any effects from the full moon. Supposedly, it makes a person go crazy or become love sick. I don&amp;#8217;t even know.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I guess if I had to write something about the full moon, I would have to say that it makes folk love sick. Here&amp;#8217;s a brief story.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Amanda looked up at the moon. She smiled as a warm feeling filled her heart. She didn&amp;#8217;t know what to make of the feeling as she walked off towards the bus stop. As she was walking, Derrick flashed before her eyes. Derrick was handsome, stylish, and rugged. He had never even given Amanda the time of day, but Amanda felt as if things would be different today. Perhaps it was the full moon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;By the time she reached her office building, she had made up her mind. She was going to walk by Derrick&amp;#8217;s off and at least say hello. If he acknowledged her, it would be the chance she needed to make an impression. If he didn&amp;#8217;t acknowledge her, she could at least say that she tried.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Amanda reached the hallway directly connected to Derrick&amp;#8217;s office. She saw a crowd of people standing around breathless, panting and pining. She wondered what was going on. She asked one of the ladies standing in the hallway what was going on. The woman turned around, fanned herself, and said, &amp;#8220;Oh my God, Derrick looks so hot today. He has on a new suit. He smells good. Oh my Lord.&amp;#8221; Amanda shook her head. Everyone else must have been affected by the full moon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Amanda turned to walk towards her office. As she turned the corner, she bumped into someone. She looked up. Standing in front of her was Derrick. He smiled at her, &amp;#8220;Sorry about that. Are you okay?&amp;#8221; She mumbled a response. Derrick flashed his expensive smile, &amp;#8220;Ok, Amanda. See you later.&amp;#8221; He walked off. Amanda almost fainted at the sound of her name. Derrick knew who she was. Awe, yes, the full moon has its effects.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21930545-2308279309624137073?l=imkeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/2308279309624137073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/2308279309624137073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imkeren.blogspot.com/2008/08/full-moon.html' title='A Full Moon'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21930545.post-1833234499969932800</id><published>2008-07-16T16:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T16:24:05.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrestling Seems So Fake These Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was watching wrestling with EBB the other day. It seems so fake these days. EBB says that it is scripted, not fake. It just doesn&amp;#8217;t seem real to me. I don&amp;#8217;t like watching it. I guess it&amp;#8217;s really for kids, maybe. I don&amp;#8217;t know. Oh well, sometimes, you gotta do what you gotta do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="At wits end" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/102.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21930545-1833234499969932800?l=imkeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/1833234499969932800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/1833234499969932800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imkeren.blogspot.com/2008/07/wrestling-seems-so-fake-these-days.html' title='Wrestling Seems So Fake These Days'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21930545.post-2766060064876608582</id><published>2008-07-16T16:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T16:21:35.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Are Well</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The job is going well. Life with EBB is well. &lt;a href="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/marietta/"&gt;Marietta&lt;/a&gt; is cool. I still miss my mom a lot. It&amp;#8217;s hard to believe it has been a year since she died. It&amp;#8217;s hard to believe that it has been a year since I graduated. Whew. Things have happened fast for me lately.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was asked by my manager if I wanted to be in the management program. I haven&amp;#8217;t answered her yet. She is cool peops. She seems to care about me and where I go in the company. It&amp;#8217;s kind of cool. I have my professor to thank for the job. I am still thinking about the management program.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21930545-2766060064876608582?l=imkeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/2766060064876608582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/2766060064876608582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imkeren.blogspot.com/2008/07/things-are-well.html' title='Things Are Well'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21930545.post-115749131965516702</id><published>2006-08-30T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T16:22:33.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I May Just Scream</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My ECON classes are kicking my tail.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tw Cen MT Condensed Extra Bold;font-size:7;color:#400040;"&gt;I MAY JUST SCREAM!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/ImKeren/smile11.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am I sure I want to major in Economics?  - That's what I keep asking myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/ImKeren/smile6.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21930545-115749131965516702?l=imkeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/115749131965516702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/115749131965516702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imkeren.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-may-just-scream.html' title='I May Just Scream'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21930545.post-115749108061050603</id><published>2006-08-23T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T16:19:02.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alot of Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Awe man, I am going to have a lot of work to do this semester.  Why do professors think that their class is the only class that I have?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have to write several research papers as well.  I hate writing papers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21930545-115749108061050603?l=imkeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/115749108061050603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/115749108061050603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imkeren.blogspot.com/2006/08/alot-of-work.html' title='Alot of Work'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21930545.post-115749095060977150</id><published>2006-08-16T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T16:16:24.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Classes Have Started</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Classes have started.  I have EDU 3303 later on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's my schedule.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ECO 3013 - MW - 1:00 PM - 2:20 PM&lt;br /&gt;ECO 3033 - Th - 6:00 PM - 9:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;EDU 3303 - Tu - 6:00 PM - 9:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;EDU 3303 - We - 6:00 PM - 9:00 PM&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My major is Economics.  I am considering becoming an ECON teacher, although I have fully committed to doing that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21930545-115749095060977150?l=imkeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/115749095060977150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/115749095060977150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imkeren.blogspot.com/2006/08/classes-have-started.html' title='Classes Have Started'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21930545.post-115749065935226081</id><published>2006-08-09T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T16:11:51.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got My Grades</title><content type='html'>I got my grades.  I got all As.  &lt;img src="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/ImKeren/smile5.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21930545-115749065935226081?l=imkeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/115749065935226081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/115749065935226081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imkeren.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-got-my-grades.html' title='I Got My Grades'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21930545.post-115748694231946034</id><published>2006-08-02T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T15:09:05.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saw EBB</title><content type='html'>I went up to Caffco and saw EBB yesterday.  It was great to see him.  He has been working out.  He is all swoll.  I almost didn't recognize him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went and got something to eat.  He even said that I could order whatever I wanted.  I am a little scared right now, especially since we went to the regular movie theater, instead of the dollar theater.  Lord, what is going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21930545-115748694231946034?l=imkeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/115748694231946034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/115748694231946034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imkeren.blogspot.com/2006/08/saw-ebb.html' title='Saw EBB'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21930545.post-115748660470984219</id><published>2006-07-26T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T15:03:24.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt; &lt;li&gt;     &lt;p style="margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 6px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When was the last time you cried?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Not Sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     &lt;p style="margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 6px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Have you ever faked sick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     &lt;p style="margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 6px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; What was the last lie you said?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; - I can't tell you.  I may get into trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     &lt;p style="margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 6px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Have you ever cried during a movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     &lt;p style="margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 6px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Who was the last person you couldn't take your eyes off of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't tell you.  I may get into trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     &lt;p style="margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 6px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Have you ever danced in the rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; - No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     &lt;p style="margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 6px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Have you ever been drunk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; - No, but I have had a drink before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     &lt;p style="margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 6px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Have you ever tried tried drugs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; - No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     &lt;p style="margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 6px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Do you smoke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; - No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     &lt;p style="margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 6px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; What's the farthest you've ever gone on a dare?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Drinking a beer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     &lt;p style="margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 6px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; What is your full name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Keren Townsend (I don't like my middle name)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     &lt;p style="margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 6px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; What is your blood-type?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; - AB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     &lt;p style="margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 6px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Have you ever been in a car accident?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&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/21930545-115748660470984219?l=imkeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/115748660470984219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/115748660470984219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imkeren.blogspot.com/2006/07/thirteen-questions.html' title='Thirteen Questions'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21930545.post-115748624521297051</id><published>2006-07-19T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T14:57:25.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I've Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Place an X by all the things you've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is for your entire life:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ( ) Smoked a cigarette &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ( ) Crashed a friend's car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ( ) Stolen a car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;) Been in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;) Been dumped &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ( ) Shoplifted candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ( ) Been laid off/fired (laid off) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ( ) Quit your job &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;) Been in a fist fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;) Snuck out of your parent's house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ( ) Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ( ) Been arrested&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ( ) Gone on a blind date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;) Lied to a friend (to save her feelings)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;) Skipped school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ( ) Seen someone die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ( ) Been to Canada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ( ) Been to Mexico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;)Been on a plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;) Been lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ( ) Been on the opposite side of the country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ( ) Gone to Washington, DC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ( ) Swam in the ocean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;) Felt like dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;) Cried yourself to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ( ) Played cops and robbers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;) Recently colored with crayons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ( )  Sang karaoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ( ) Paid for a meal with only coins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;) Done something you told yourself you wouldn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;) Made prank phone calls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;) Laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ( ) Caught a snowflake on your tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ( ) Danced in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;) Written a letter to Santa Claus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ( ) Been kissed under the mistletoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ( ) Watched the sun rise with someone you care about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;) Blown bubbles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ( ) Made a bonfire on the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;) Crashed a party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;) Gone roller-skating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;) Ice-skating&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21930545-115748624521297051?l=imkeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/115748624521297051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/115748624521297051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imkeren.blogspot.com/2006/07/things-ive-done.html' title='Things I&apos;ve Done'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21930545.post-115748606530838640</id><published>2006-07-12T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T14:54:25.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/marietta/"&gt;Marietta&lt;/a&gt; and I am leaving Uzziah at 9:30 tonight.  I can't wait to get back to civilization.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21930545-115748606530838640?l=imkeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/115748606530838640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/115748606530838640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imkeren.blogspot.com/2006/07/leaving.html' title='Leaving'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21930545.post-115748584322034284</id><published>2006-07-12T18:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T14:50:43.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get This...</title><content type='html'>One of my friends emailed me and said that my blog resembles &lt;a href="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/marietta/"&gt;Marietta's blog&lt;/a&gt;.  I couldn't believe it.  Why do people open their mouths at the wrong time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my blog resembles Marietta.  I am copying off hers.  That's why I write in mine the day after she writes in hers.  :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21930545-115748584322034284?l=imkeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/115748584322034284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/115748584322034284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imkeren.blogspot.com/2006/07/get-this.html' title='Get This...'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21930545.post-115748535493523971</id><published>2006-07-05T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T14:48:00.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>The 4th of July was fun.  There was BBQ, games, music, and other stuff.  It was all country, butit was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got chased by one of the farm hands because I dunked him in the dunking booth. When he caught me, he wet me all up. I had to walk around all wet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21930545-115748535493523971?l=imkeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/115748535493523971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/115748535493523971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imkeren.blogspot.com/2006/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21930545.post-115748483017324698</id><published>2006-06-28T20:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T14:34:00.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Market We Go</title><content type='html'>We had a bright spot today. &lt;a href="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/marietta/"&gt;Marietta&lt;/a&gt; and I went to market. We got to sell some of the produce we helped to grow. It was cool making a couple of dollars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21930545-115748483017324698?l=imkeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/115748483017324698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/115748483017324698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imkeren.blogspot.com/2006/06/to-market-we-go_115748483017324698.html' title='To Market We Go'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21930545.post-115092822446996051</id><published>2006-06-21T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T17:17:04.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody Help Me</title><content type='html'>If I have to go to one more church service down here in Uzziah, I am going to scream.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Everybody at this church is old.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Not that regular old that you can tolerate.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;No, they are country old; which means that they move 10 times slower than regular old folk.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Where did they get these songs from?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;They sound like regular songs, but they sing them so slowly that I know they made them up.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If I gotta drink one more glass of kool-aid flavored water around here, I am going to choke somebody.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;How did I let &lt;a href="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/marietta/"&gt;Marietta&lt;/a&gt; talk me into this?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;EBB called me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He said that he missed me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We didn't get to talk that long because he said the call was long distance.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He sounds like Marietta's grandfather… "Don't ya'll fast tail gurls be making no long distance phone calls on my phone."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He better stop calling me fast tail.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'm gonna hide his cane from him.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I don't want to go to church down here tonight.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Somebody please help me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Lord, where is a young evangelist when you need one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21930545-115092822446996051?l=imkeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/115092822446996051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/115092822446996051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imkeren.blogspot.com/2006/06/somebody-help-me.html' title='Somebody Help Me'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21930545.post-115040480329990685</id><published>2006-06-15T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T15:53:23.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Hot Down Here</title><content type='html'>All I have to say is that it is too hot down here in Uzziah to be working outside.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;How did I let &lt;a href="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/marietta/"&gt;Marietta&lt;/a&gt; talk me into doing this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21930545-115040480329990685?l=imkeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/115040480329990685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/115040480329990685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imkeren.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-hot-down-here.html' title='It&apos;s Hot Down Here'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21930545.post-115015025059696342</id><published>2006-06-07T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T17:10:50.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone for A Month (He Don't Even Care)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It's official.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/marietta/"&gt;Marietta&lt;/a&gt; and I are going to Uzziah.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I found out that we are going to get room and board for working on the farm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don't they have child labor laws in Uzziah?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I told EBB that I was going to Uzziah; he didn't even seem to care.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Ok."&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe I can find a hunky farm hand in Uzziah.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21930545-115015025059696342?l=imkeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/115015025059696342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/115015025059696342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imkeren.blogspot.com/2006/06/gone-for-month-he-dont-even-care.html' title='Gone for A Month (He Don&apos;t Even Care)'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21930545.post-115015007608237846</id><published>2006-05-31T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T17:07:56.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer, Summer Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;School is over and I won't see it again for 2 months.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am so glad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The classes are getting harder.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am glad that it is over.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;EBB is going home to &lt;a href="http://www.maddocha.info/cityofhardaway/"&gt;Hardaway&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don't know if I will get to see him much.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He says that he is going to be working with his uncle on a construction site.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/marietta/"&gt;Marietta&lt;/a&gt; asked me if I wanted to go with her to visit her grandparents in Uzziah.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess I will go do that.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Are we going to get paid for working on the farm?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21930545-115015007608237846?l=imkeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/115015007608237846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/115015007608237846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imkeren.blogspot.com/2006/05/summer-summer-time.html' title='Summer, Summer Time'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21930545.post-114852044350060881</id><published>2006-05-24T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T20:27:23.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Down, Two to Go</title><content type='html'>I have completed two of my finals.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I have two more to go.&lt;br/&gt;Will this ever be over?&lt;br/&gt;I think I did pretty well on the tests even though I didn't study with my so called bestfriend who shall remain nameless.&lt;br/&gt;I have two more finals to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21930545-114852044350060881?l=imkeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/114852044350060881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/114852044350060881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imkeren.blogspot.com/2006/05/two-down-two-to-go.html' title='Two Down, Two to Go'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21930545.post-114800608828612495</id><published>2006-05-17T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T21:44:43.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Next week is finals week.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have four finals.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This is so crazy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Marietta still won't help me.  :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wanna scream!!!!&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21930545-114800608828612495?l=imkeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/114800608828612495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/114800608828612495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imkeren.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-more-week.html' title='One More Week'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21930545.post-114800601626723873</id><published>2006-05-10T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T21:33:36.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad At Marietta</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can’t stand &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Marietta&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is sincerely tripping.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She knows that I need her help to pass my classes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We have three classes together, Economics 2023, Accounting 2043, and Math 3003.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am also taking Management 4023.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My aunt told me that if I get a 4.0 this semester, she will get me a laptop.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am trying hard, too.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Marietta&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; won’t help me study.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Apparently, she needs to study by herself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She always does that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She has given me some study tips, but I still do better when she helps me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh well.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why would all of the professors give me tests on the same week?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21930545-114800601626723873?l=imkeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/114800601626723873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/114800601626723873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imkeren.blogspot.com/2006/05/mad-at-marietta.html' title='Mad At Marietta'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21930545.post-114800163819617384</id><published>2006-05-03T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T20:20:38.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My mother came to the college today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was glad to see her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She has been sick for a month.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She has cancer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She has been doing chemo.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was able to hang out with me for an hour before she had to leave.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was cool.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She talked to EBB.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She had both EBB and I laughing like crazy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s how she is… she has a great since of humor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She has everyone around her laughing.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went with her a couple of times to go get chemo.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She had the staff and patients laughing like crazy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My aunt usually goes with her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My mother has told me that I am not allowed to worry about her while I am in college.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She always says, “Don’t worry about me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am not going to die before I see you graduate.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She always smiles after she says that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My aunt didn’t want my mother to come visit me, but my mother insisted.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My aunt is so protective of my mother.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are twins.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are tight like that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My aunt knew that my mother was sick before my mother did.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My aunt told my mother to go to the hospital.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My mother just laughed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She found out that she had cancer in December 2005, after she went to doctor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My aunt had to trick my mother into going to the hospital.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s a long story.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, I was happy to see my mother today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was cool.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Marietta&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; is mad because she didn’t get to see my mother.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21930545-114800163819617384?l=imkeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/114800163819617384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/114800163819617384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imkeren.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-mother.html' title='My Mother'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21930545.post-114754993351903343</id><published>2006-04-26T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T14:52:13.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Have Been Good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Things have been good with EBB and I.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s great, too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am glad because for a minute, I thought I was going to have to let a brother go.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He can hold on to a penny like crazy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am so glad that we are having better dates than Hot Pockets and videos.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know I have already said that before, but I am so glad that isn’t our date regimen anymore.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is a theater that now has college hour.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s from &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="20"&gt;8:00&lt;/st1:time&gt; to &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="21"&gt;9:00 PM&lt;/st1:time&gt; on Tuesday nights.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;College students with valid IDs get in for $2.00.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You also get a small (rather tiny) popcorn and a smaller soda.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You don’t get a choice of the drink, it’s cola or nothing else.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Plus, they pick a particular movie to show, so if you don’t want to see the movie they are playing, you will have to wait until the next week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;EBB and I have been a couple of times.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t want to see the movies that were playing, but it was a chance to go out so I went.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had some fun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The place was packed with college students.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was crazy.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am just rambling now because &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Marietta&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; wants me to write a lot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am almost finished, so later.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21930545-114754993351903343?l=imkeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/114754993351903343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/114754993351903343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imkeren.blogspot.com/2006/04/things-have-been-good.html' title='Things Have Been Good!'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21930545.post-114731140928831915</id><published>2006-04-19T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T20:36:49.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elated</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;EBB brought some flowers to my room today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were pretty.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am so elated.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t believe that he did something like that.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He has been so much better lately.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think Dilliard has something to do with it.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;EBB and I actually went out on a date rather than sitting in a room eating Hot Pockets and watching a DVD we borrowed from one of his friends.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is great.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21930545-114731140928831915?l=imkeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/114731140928831915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/114731140928831915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imkeren.blogspot.com/2006/04/elated.html' title='Elated'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21930545.post-114731121465537502</id><published>2006-04-19T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T20:33:34.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Write More…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Marietta&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; told me that I need to write more than one or two sentences in my blog.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I told her that I didn’t want to be doing this anyway, so she should leave me alone.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As if all of the homework that I have to do isn’t enough, I have to make time to do this stuff.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, this makes line number four.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wrote more.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21930545-114731121465537502?l=imkeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/114731121465537502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/114731121465537502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imkeren.blogspot.com/2006/04/write-more.html' title='Write More…'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21930545.post-114731095650019466</id><published>2006-04-12T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T20:30:07.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We’re Back Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dilliard and &lt;a href="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/marietta/"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Marietta&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/a&gt; came up with a scheme to get EBB and I back together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://marietta.alwaysinspired.info/2006/04/make-up.html"&gt;It worked&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I just hope he doesn’t keep being so cheap.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am so tired of that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21930545-114731095650019466?l=imkeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/114731095650019466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/114731095650019466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imkeren.blogspot.com/2006/04/were-back-together.html' title='We’re Back Together'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21930545.post-114731072094061366</id><published>2006-04-05T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T20:27:24.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Sucks…</title><content type='html'>I hate doing this dumb blog thing.  So, why do I keep doing it?  &lt;a href="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/marietta/"&gt;Marietta&lt;/a&gt; keeps bugging me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss EBB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This break-up crap sucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21930545-114731072094061366?l=imkeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/114731072094061366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/114731072094061366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imkeren.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-sucks.html' title='This Sucks…'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21930545.post-114731062485962528</id><published>2006-03-29T17:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T20:23:44.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Broke Up…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;EBB and I broke up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He found out that I had talked to and danced with a guy down there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Like I wasn’t going to have fun while I was on vacation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It ain’t like I slept with the guy or anything.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Marietta&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; needs to tell her man to keep his mouth shut!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21930545-114731062485962528?l=imkeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/114731062485962528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/114731062485962528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imkeren.blogspot.com/2006/03/we-broke-up.html' title='We Broke Up…'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21930545.post-114731052627605357</id><published>2006-03-22T21:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T20:22:06.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break, I Left His Tail</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We went on Spring Break to &lt;st1:place&gt;Victoria Island&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;EBB didn’t want me to go because he cheap behind said that he couldn’t afford to go.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I left his tail at &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Giroux&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;University&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21930545-114731052627605357?l=imkeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/114731052627605357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/114731052627605357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imkeren.blogspot.com/2006/03/spring-break-i-left-his-tail.html' title='Spring Break, I Left His Tail'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21930545.post-114731040238181895</id><published>2006-03-08T21:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T20:20:02.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cookie Contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, the cookie contest was crap.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;EBB was supposed to bring us some chocolate chip cookies.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He didn’t.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can’t stand him!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21930545-114731040238181895?l=imkeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/114731040238181895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/114731040238181895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imkeren.blogspot.com/2006/03/cookie-contest.html' title='The Cookie Contest'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21930545.post-114731027326398180</id><published>2006-03-08T20:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T20:18:19.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Calm Down…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/marietta/"&gt;Marietta&lt;/a&gt; has a date with Dilliard.  She is getting on my nerves.  She needs to calm down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21930545-114731027326398180?l=imkeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/114731027326398180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/114731027326398180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imkeren.blogspot.com/2006/03/calm-down.html' title='Calm Down…'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21930545.post-114731019681887420</id><published>2006-03-01T20:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T20:16:36.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EBB Finally…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;EBB finally called me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He didn’t have much to say for himself except, “I didn’t get a chance to get you anything.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That fool is just cheap.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It ain’t like I was asking for a doggone diamond.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some flowers, some candy, a card; is that too much to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He showed up at my dorm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He had a box of Valentine’s candy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Get this…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It still had the 50% off sticker on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I should leave this fool alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21930545-114731019681887420?l=imkeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/114731019681887420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/114731019681887420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imkeren.blogspot.com/2006/03/ebb-finally.html' title='EBB Finally…'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21930545.post-114731003773471317</id><published>2006-02-22T20:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T20:13:57.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EBB Can Kiss My…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;EBB still hasn’t called me yet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s been over a week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He can kiss my you know what!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21930545-114731003773471317?l=imkeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/114731003773471317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/114731003773471317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imkeren.blogspot.com/2006/02/ebb-can-kiss-my.html' title='EBB Can Kiss My…'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21930545.post-114013663706867801</id><published>2006-02-15T18:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T18:38:17.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetheart Dance</title><content type='html'>The Sweetheart Dance was horrible for me.  &lt;a href="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/marietta/"&gt;Marietta&lt;/a&gt; had a blast.  The guy that she went with went all out for her.  My boyfriend, EBB, who is opposed to gift giving because he is on a budget, didn’t even fold a piece of paper in half and write Happy Valentine’s Day on it.  When we walked in the door with nothing in his hands, I made a face and then walked back into my room.  He is such a jerk.  He had the nerve to say, “You should respect my need to save money at this point and time.”  I wasn’t even having that.  The lousy buster could have made me something, but that is apparently too much like right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason I went to the dance after that was because Marietta had begged me to come with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t dance with EBB once while we were at the dance.  He smiled as if it didn’t even matter to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marietta was cool.  She told me that I could go home if I wanted to, but I wasn’t going to leave her there with ole boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m glad she had fun, because I sure didn’t.  It’s a wonder I even got EBB to pay for the tickets to the dance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21930545-114013663706867801?l=imkeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/114013663706867801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/114013663706867801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imkeren.blogspot.com/2006/02/sweetheart-dance.html' title='Sweetheart Dance'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21930545.post-113954364083053996</id><published>2006-02-09T21:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T21:54:00.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Be Mad</title><content type='html'>My girl &lt;a href="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/marietta/"&gt;Marietta&lt;/a&gt; is mad at me because I fixed her up with this guy that she has a crush on in one of her classes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We are having a sweetheart dance at the college.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Marietta has been saying that she wanted to go to the dance.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was tired of hearing her say that she wanted to go.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I had my boyfriend talk to the guy that she likes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He asked her if she wanted to go with him.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;She tried to be mad at me, but she knew that it wouldn’t make any difference.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I got an A on my English paper.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am glad because I worked hard on the paper.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My professor is a hard grader.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My boyfriend and I are going to the sweetheart dance together.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We are going to where red and white outfits.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I bet we are going to be the best dressed couple at the dance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21930545-113954364083053996?l=imkeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/113954364083053996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/113954364083053996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imkeren.blogspot.com/2006/02/dont-be-mad.html' title='Don&apos;t Be Mad'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21930545.post-113900537224509990</id><published>2006-02-01T18:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T16:22:52.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This Thing</title><content type='html'>Well my girl, &lt;a href="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/marietta/"&gt;Marietta Jameson&lt;/a&gt;, saw fit to suggest that I start my own blog.  I don't know why I need one, but here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is going on right now.  I will right more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Keren&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21930545-113900537224509990?l=imkeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/113900537224509990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21930545/posts/default/113900537224509990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imkeren.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-thing.html' title='This Thing'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
