<?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-3212591</id><updated>2011-11-17T22:00:38.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the life of a ninja</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>226</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-5945143531908033591</id><published>2007-03-29T14:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T14:36:39.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I apologize ... to whomever...for the lack of blogging. I get so caught up in...living, I forget about the reflecting part. You might think that's good - I mean, it's good to have a life, right? Sometimes Jeff tries to convince me that all the real cool kids are staying at home playing counter strike - but it gets to be detrimental to my emotional, spiritual health.I don't stop to take time to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/5945143531908033591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/5945143531908033591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-apologize.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-9213164003422017964</id><published>2007-03-01T18:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:52:39.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SO CUTE</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/9213164003422017964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/9213164003422017964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DS7prstiuZg/ReCPHCXw2bI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bbeDGoKvQyo/s72-c/DSC_4528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-5853293209047156732</id><published>2007-02-13T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T19:40:26.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lately i have been doing this thing where i over eatusually, i eat constantly throughout the day, little things here and there to tie me over to my smallish portioned meals.now, for the last, oh, 3 meals, i have just been stuffing my face. which makes me not hungry for hours therefore snacking less...but it ... makes me feel SICK while its going on. like i am sitting here and my knees are pulled </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/5853293209047156732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/5853293209047156732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2007/02/lately-i-have-been-doing-this-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-8028675768261022497</id><published>2007-02-10T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T19:39:03.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>school is overrated.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/8028675768261022497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/8028675768261022497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2007/02/school-is-overrated.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-6998193010024694264</id><published>2007-02-10T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T01:30:54.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there are so many things i want to say to you, but from experiences in the past, talking hasn't really helped anything. all we do is yell and i end up in tears, and you end up feeling sorry, but it really...doesn't solve anything.all i want to do is trust you again.and all i want you to do is listen.stop yelling.i want to put my guards down again,                the way it should be.after all,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/6998193010024694264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/6998193010024694264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2007/02/there-are-so-many-things-i-want-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-3641502374339290006</id><published>2007-01-31T01:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T01:30:54.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>got my midterm coming up tomorrow. i should probably be studying, but i can't focus any more on  chem. its pretty much been NON STOP since saturday of JUST CHEM. i am SO behind on all my other courses, it's crazy.i'm trying to think of things of value to say on here but nothing really comes to mind. i guess, lately, my life has been of less value. mmm, let me explain that so it doesn't sound like</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/3641502374339290006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/3641502374339290006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2007/01/got-my-midterm-coming-up-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-1263197352260910814</id><published>2007-01-24T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T19:12:41.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i can have comments if i make my blog ugly.i'll pretty it up later._______i'm starting to feel home sick.and when i say home, i really mean home.like at christmas time when adah, kelvin, michael, andria, kevin, caleb, mom, dad and me lived under one roof.like mcbc every friday and every sunday.like bus rides home with madiha, andrea and rae.like lunch on the bleachers.like pho with the boys.like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/1263197352260910814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/1263197352260910814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-apparently-im-kind-of-dumb-and-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-4969827820645800142</id><published>2007-01-24T01:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T01:35:41.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>comments?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/4969827820645800142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/4969827820645800142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2007/01/comments.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-5556712272835357112</id><published>2007-01-23T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T17:42:50.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nothing unusual,nothing strange. close to nothing at all.  tuesday,no labs = nap time. it feels like i'm learning everything, and nothing, at the same time.nothing unusual,nothing's changed. just a little older that's all.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/5556712272835357112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/5556712272835357112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2007/01/nothing-unusual-nothing-strange.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-6379765140550328058</id><published>2007-01-22T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T23:46:09.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i loved being at mac this past weekend.david can make a good girl when he wants to. and john tucker must die is a great movie. and carmen is fun when she's got her glow on.i had a lovely monday.i only went to one class, didn't have labs, grocery shopped with krista, napped, did tim horton's with jess, jammed with krista, and madiha and i cheered each other on as we made irrational, impulsive, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/6379765140550328058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/6379765140550328058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-loved-being-at-mac-this-past-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-8533681288737855574</id><published>2007-01-20T16:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T20:37:11.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>david amie and jess's quiz!EVERYONE HAS THEIR FIRSTS:FIRST REAL BEST FRIEND: each otherFIRST SCHOOL: queensway, maple grove, mcbrideFIRST CELL PHONE: nokia, motorola, motorola V220; march 26 2004FIRST FUNERAL:  sixth grade,  i  don't remember when but it was my friends mom, FIRST PET: hamstersFIRST BIG TRIP: hong kong, florida DISNEY WORLD, chinaFIRST FIGHT: with my brother,  just after birth.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/8533681288737855574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/8533681288737855574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2007/01/david-amie-and-jess-s-quiz-everyone-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-2755580810663413899</id><published>2007-01-16T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T13:08:17.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>everything is non-stop                                           and all i want,seriously, is time to take a nap.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/2755580810663413899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/2755580810663413899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2007/01/everything-is-non-stop-and-all-i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-4039426650830044320</id><published>2007-01-13T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T21:30:53.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so...so far the new years resolution of spending more time doing homework and less time going out is going way way down the drain.however "winterfest" is over, which means HITTING THE BOOKS 24/7?!i hope so.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/4039426650830044320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/4039426650830044320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2007/01/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-4085388636661555858</id><published>2007-01-04T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T02:32:21.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1. What did you do in 2006 that you'd never done before?get off north america, pierce my eyebrow, crash a car, go to university, fail a test, pull a real all nighter writing an essay, regularly do my own laundry, break my wrist ... the list goes on.2. Did you keep your New Year's resolutions, and will you make more for next year?i don't normally make resolutions.3. Did someone close to you give </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/4085388636661555858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/4085388636661555858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2007/01/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-7340017820309841459</id><published>2006-12-30T13:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T13:09:40.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>testing for commentsguess they're not working yet.</summary><link rel='edit' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/2344273254330300396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/2344273254330300396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-1781077143625128926</id><published>2006-12-26T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:52:41.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so add adah, kelvin and michael arriving in seattle after saying they weren't coming to the list of 2006 in review.my two favourite boys (sorry jeff/david/all other boys in my life)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/1781077143625128926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/1781077143625128926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-add-adah-kelvin-and-michael-arriving.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DS7prstiuZg/RZGlngeq9eI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cg_kOb_L3-w/s72-c/IMG_4549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-2132748456442754982</id><published>2006-12-24T00:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:52:41.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>chilling with caleb ... *heart*two thousand six in review+ the washcloths !!!+ broken social scene IN CONCERT+ taking sarah to write her G1+ breaking my wrist snowboarding (p.s. click here)+ broken wrist guitar playing (jazz fest &amp; winter retreat)+ music fest GOLD placing+ WAY committee buffalo shopping trip !!+ getting university acceptances+ GREASED LIGHTING....+ EUROPE (Prague!!, turning 18, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/2132748456442754982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/2132748456442754982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/12/chilling-with-caleb.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DS7prstiuZg/RY4hDAeq9cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W7u_7AwVZ4w/s72-c/IMG_4357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-116528929881872980</id><published>2006-12-04T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T22:28:19.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i should be studyingtwo names you go by:1. amie2. aimestwo things you are wearing right now:1. grey skinny jeans2. a twisty eyebrow ring thingtwo things you would want in a relationship:1. love2. honestytwo of your favourite things to do:1. play guitar2. skatetwo things you want very badly at this moment:1. sleep2. plain white ricetwo pets you had/have:1. hamster named joe cool2. cat named maxtwo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/116528929881872980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/116528929881872980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-should-be-studying-two-names-you-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-116328273986375283</id><published>2006-11-11T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:05:39.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>home.relaxed?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/116328273986375283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/116328273986375283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/11/home.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-116288385050307611</id><published>2006-11-07T02:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T02:17:30.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im awake for no reason.sucks to be amieeeeee</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/116288385050307611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/116288385050307611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-awake-for-no-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-116248866419572149</id><published>2006-11-02T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T14:19:13.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>leaves are changingcolours red from greeni am dancingas they crunch under my feetthe leaves are fallingi'm falling harderi am falling for youif i could write, i'd write more for this song. its cute.today it started to snow a bit. i &lt;3 snow.in other news, i suck at university life so far. i really do. i'm having fun, but at some serious expense to my grades.going home this weekend will be nice, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/116248866419572149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/116248866419572149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/11/leaves-are-changing-colours-red-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-116231697227732884</id><published>2006-10-31T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T12:51:46.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haloscan commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.didn't take long for me to want to come back and write a bit. hopefully less people check it now. (as in no one).things have been going great, i had my break down, but i feel a lot better now. its halloween. i'm a ninja turtle. of course i feel great.the water is shut off in my res again, and its really annoying to have to walk </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/116231697227732884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/116231697227732884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/10/haloscan-commenting-and-trackback-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-116224026248372648</id><published>2006-10-30T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T15:31:02.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Skipping beats,  Blushing cheeks. I am... struggling.. Daydreaming,  Bed scenes in... the corner cafe And then I'm left in bits recovering tectonic... tremblings You get me every time.  Why'd ya have to be so cute? It's impossible to ignore you.. Must you make me laugh so much? It's bad enough we get along so well.. Say goodnight and go.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/116224026248372648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/116224026248372648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/10/skipping-beats-blushing-cheeks.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-116088518094694667</id><published>2006-10-15T00:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T00:06:20.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE END.mm its the end of this blog for now. this will be the second or third time i've shut it down, except usually its because i've found some other service i liked better (of course, i always end up returning to reliable old blogger).  i don't feel like i have things i want to say to everyone anymore. i keep in touch with the people i want to in better ways than a blog, and my internet time is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/116088518094694667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/116088518094694667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/10/end.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-115966633376554286</id><published>2006-09-30T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T21:32:13.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Longest day of my life.Just want to relax and do something mindless for a few minutes.stolen from janey chan.Life::. University: U of Toronto:. High School: Lorne Park Secondary School:. Junior High: John Knox Christian School:. Elementary: Maple Grove:. Favorite Soda: Coke:. Favorite fruit: mango:. Favorite weather: warm and sunny with a breeze.Do You::. Like someone:  yes:. Want more piercings:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/115966633376554286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/115966633376554286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/09/longest-day-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-115793519167572440</id><published>2006-09-10T20:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T20:39:51.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mmm frosh was week is over.phew.i'm so glad our frosh week ... well exsisted. i mean, we don't start classes until the 11th (tomorrow) which is wonderful. like, we came home from florida and the next day i moved in. so it was pretty crazy. i went back to 'sauga this weekend and i'm glad i did. with some sleep, i finally got over my cold!its been party after party, and i'm ready to get me some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/115793519167572440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/115793519167572440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/09/mmm-frosh-was-week-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-115713395234659161</id><published>2006-09-01T13:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T14:05:52.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm still at the airport in florida. we got stuck because of "tropical storm ernesto". pretty amazing that it didn't hit us until now. annoying, but better than getting stuck in our stupid hotel room. we got to go to magic kingdom, mgm studios &amp; epcot. epcot was my favourite. there are hardly any lines. everything there was way different from what i remember though.anyways, i've been kind of sick</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/115713395234659161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/115713395234659161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-still-at-airport-in-florida.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-115614736007001797</id><published>2006-08-21T02:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T04:02:40.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So to finish the story - Annie &amp; I both forgot our cellphones. We just didn't want to get in unnesscessary trouble, in case Charlotte didn't even call us. Then she could get in trouble instead.No big. Just funny.+ devirginizing the dim sum virgin+ being the one who ordered the dim sum, until Josh arrived to help =)+ swimming in the rain+ happy birthday JP+ learning how to spin underwater, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/115614736007001797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/115614736007001797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-to-finish-story-annie-kendrew-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-115585956182921366</id><published>2006-08-17T19:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T20:06:01.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ANNIE AND AMIE'S GRAND ADVENTUREI cannot tell the whole story until I've talked to Charlotte. But basically, Annie and I wandered to Nathan Philips Square. I didn't mention it to Annie, but we sat next a pretty STINKY man on the subway. We got $5 BBQ at Tasty Thursdays, but we were late and we missed out on pad thai. =(But it was fun anyways. We got a little lost."Let's go this way.""Okay, I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/115585956182921366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/115585956182921366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/08/annie-and-amies-grand-adventure-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-115554056381716230</id><published>2006-08-14T03:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T03:29:23.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A new layout just because I'm being an insomniac tonight.WAY camp was amazing. Running COP was ... it was a risk. and we took it. the whole sharing thing, we added it in pretty last minute and I think God really used it. There was quite a bit of screwing up, as far as guitaring goes, because I had a hard time seeing the chords in the lighting we had, BUT there were no mosquitoes...and Season, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/115554056381716230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/115554056381716230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-layout-just-because-im-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-115445529362197025</id><published>2006-08-01T14:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T14:08:32.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last.Fm QuizFirst things first. This is Last.fm.This is me on Last.fm.Basically its a website that keeps track of any tracks played on your computer. So it's only half accurate, since I listen to a lot of music NOT on the computer.List your top 10 artists as played on Last.fm:1 Feist2 Sufjan Stevens3 The Beatles4 Architecture in Helsinki5 Iron &amp; Wine6 Ron Sexsmith7 Matt Pond PA8 The Boy Least </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/115445529362197025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/115445529362197025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/08/last.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-115181873589844456</id><published>2006-07-02T01:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T01:38:55.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a break between two groundings. best canada's day ever.the dears and jason collett were amazing.jason collett bought thai food at the same booth we did! i had a real gawkward moment (gawkward: gawky + awkward + geeky)...kyle was like "oh my gosh" and i was like "what...OH!" but you must imagine the oh to be extremely high pitched. and loud.what i meant by "oh" was "me and my mom are big fans. i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/115181873589844456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/115181873589844456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/07/break-between-two-groundings.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-115154598616591372</id><published>2006-06-28T21:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T21:53:06.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>blessed to be alive.amazed at God's grace.and,excited for September.ready to move on...physics 73calculus 77music 89</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/115154598616591372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/115154598616591372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/06/blessed-to-be-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-115093946380372996</id><published>2006-06-21T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T22:09:34.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>senioritis snuck up on me. i think i already starting exhibiting it in first semester. but now its pretty much full blown.i have my physics exam tomorrow. and THIS is what i am doing.p.s. don't know what senioritis is? from urbandictionary.com:  noun. A crippling disease that strikes high school seniors. Symptoms include: laziness, an over-excessive wearing of track pants, old athletic shirts, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/115093946380372996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/115093946380372996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/06/senioritis-snuck-up-on-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-115085939339621394</id><published>2006-06-20T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T23:20:19.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh summmmmer &lt;3 i was sad that i couldn't go to cali but i'm quite excited now anyways. there's a lot to look forward to. 21: calc exam, physics study22: physics exam THEN I AM DONE SCHOOL23: surprise a certain someone for their birthday. dinner with tim, jade &amp; lina and then off to a dance recital. then surprise another someone for THEIR birthday (if i can convince my parents to let me...but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/115085939339621394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/115085939339621394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-summmmmer-3-i-was-sad-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-115034819679480780</id><published>2006-06-15T00:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T16:07:33.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yo, amie needs a new capoeven if its the cheapo six buck oneseither that or whoever STOLE amie's nice capo that amie stole from someone else...please return it.then i can get started on my cover of chicago by sufjan stevens. &lt;3. thao nguyen cover too. (can you tell i'm sick of trying to write my own lyrics).david, seas, jeff: the washcloths will have to do some serious recording over the summer!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/115034819679480780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/115034819679480780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/06/yo-amie-needs-new-capo-even-if-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-115007749672319161</id><published>2006-06-11T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T21:58:19.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&gt; Stargirl in Europe&gt; the washcloths&gt; a new chapter of lifeso, no mac for amie. sorry, dave, penny, jess, sarah, bin etc etc... =] i'm thrilled to be going off on my own.i have a new summer plan (staying home) and roadtripping with caitlin &amp; annie &amp; any one else who wants to come. i need a summer job though...i'm applying to Best Buy. it would rock working there.btw: Yay, life!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/115007749672319161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/115007749672319161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/06/stargirl-in-europe-washcloths-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-114945577911717435</id><published>2006-06-04T17:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T17:16:19.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Just Graduated"P.S. I love Caitlin B =]She's a SOLDIER.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/114945577911717435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/114945577911717435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-graduated-p_114945577911717435.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-114904172073847621</id><published>2006-05-30T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T22:15:20.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Honey...I'm hooOoooOooome!!It's good to be back.Top 5 moments of Europe:1. soaking in the beautiful sights, especially the palaces and castles, considering that i didn't think i'd be so into all that history2. skanking to some czech music3. visiting a concentration camp; it really put things into perspective. it was odd, leaving the camp. all i could think was "and the world keeps spinning madly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/114904172073847621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/114904172073847621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/05/honey.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-114837508406669154</id><published>2006-05-23T05:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T05:04:44.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just a quick hello from Europe its a blast over herewe finished our viva mozart tour earlz and had some down time the y and z on this stupid kezboard are mixed up but its cooleverzthing here is nicethe weatherthe builudingsi had a great birthdaz and i never want to leave!!! its so awesome heremiss zou allthanks for the birthdaz notes!! love amie in europe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/114837508406669154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/114837508406669154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-quick-hello-from-europe-its-blast.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-114789594688364009</id><published>2006-05-17T15:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T15:59:06.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>one sleepless sleep left until europe and i really need to pack.i'm so excited and i will miss you all tons and tons. =)take loads of care while i'm gone.when i come back, i'll be 18. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/114789594688364009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/114789594688364009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-sleepless-sleep-left-until-europe.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-114740555392433286</id><published>2006-05-11T23:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T23:45:53.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love how i can always count on charlotte to revel in bad days with me (somehow we synchronize our sad days together) and how i can count on jamie on a cheerful remark =)There was one good thing that game from the bad day...I made a Bad Day Mix!!Next time you're having a bad day, i'll make you this Mix CD.1. Mocky - Fighting Away the Tears2. Headlights - Put Us Back Together Right3. Johnny Cash </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/114740555392433286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/114740555392433286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-love-how-i-can-always-count-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-114722913197784469</id><published>2006-05-09T22:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T22:45:32.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am in such a bad mood tonight. it's not just these few hoursbut i've been waiting since i toddled for the great relief of having you to talk to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/114722913197784469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/114722913197784469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-in-such-bad-mood-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-114679277388033690</id><published>2006-05-04T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T21:37:08.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a new obsession. I've been listening to this song non stop for days (right click &amp; save as so i don't get in trouble for stealing the link). Even my mom liked the song. She said it was cute. And there was RAPPING in it. She still liked it. &lt;3It's a song by Mocky featuring Feist.Here are the lyrics (as heard by me). Fighting Away the TearsFighting away the tearsFighting away the tearsI've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/114679277388033690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/114679277388033690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-have-new-obsession.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-114653170193173081</id><published>2006-05-01T20:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T21:01:42.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the Washcloths on MySpace.Well, I finally went ahead and cleared the air. I feel better. The air is clean.Ray, you're on my list. I'm going to be a NANNY. Weird. All I can think of is Fran Drescher. it's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left.I wish I still had writer's craft. I don't have the patience to sit and force myself to write anymore. I have procrastinated for a FULL HOUR just now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/114653170193173081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/114653170193173081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/05/washcloths-on-myspace.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-114559169344488050</id><published>2006-04-20T23:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T00:17:04.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, it's official. I'm going to British Columbia to plant trees this summer.KIDDING. I'm going to California to be a nanny for caleb. edit: just to clarify. this is a big deal because i will be gone ALL SUMMER.click me: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/114559169344488050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/114559169344488050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-its-official.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-114547833397923623</id><published>2006-04-19T16:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T22:12:46.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>time can take its toll on the best of uslook at you, you're growing old so youngahh warm weather  &amp; good CD's. i picked up the black eyed peas new album &amp; have been excersicing to it (and by excersize i mean attempt to work up but end up dancing for half an hour). and i picked up the stars older album "heart". it's SO good.i also went skateboarding for the first time this year. i know the weather</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/114547833397923623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/114547833397923623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/04/time-can-take-its-toll-on-best-of-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-114489431849389523</id><published>2006-04-12T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T22:17:00.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this blog is automatic.it's systematic.it's hyyyyy-dromatic.why...it's GREASED LIGHTNING!well well, look at me. i'm not posting my music post yet. boy am i bad at finishing what i start. anyways, pretty much my whole life has been consumed by Grease...it was SO much fun but i really have no idea what to do with myself now that it is over (special thanks to loey for coming to watch!). the school's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/114489431849389523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/114489431849389523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-blog-is-automatic.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-114377584823224885</id><published>2006-03-30T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T22:33:46.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I swear my music post is coming soon. I'm going all out...mp3 links and everything.I just had to write that it was a beautiful day today...flip flops &amp; chocolate cake &amp; skateboarding &amp; lots of guitar solos &amp; sunshine &amp; songs with boy girl vocals (which i love) &amp; a baby to play with.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/114377584823224885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/114377584823224885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-swear-my-music-post-is-coming-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-114317350870689027</id><published>2006-03-23T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T08:28:01.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Coming soon...Amie's ABC's of bands she thinks you should hear.anda Top Fifteen list of Songs YOU should listen to!i listen and find a lot of new bands all the time and even old bands that no one has heard of and nobody i know has such a passion to hear me talk about these bands. SO i'm just going to outlet here. i love finding new music! but the best part is SHARING the music. *heart*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/114317350870689027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/114317350870689027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/03/coming-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-114272203667138971</id><published>2006-03-18T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T17:47:16.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>shop 'till ya drop...bake 'till ya can't bake no more...watch movies 'till your eyes fall out and sing 'till your lungs collapse...live until life gets boring.and then start all over again.march break '06. what a blast. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/114272203667138971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/114272203667138971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/03/shop-till-ya-drop.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-114221915114540189</id><published>2006-03-12T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T22:05:51.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know what's really terrible about me?I judge people based on their shoe and their walk. One morning, I sat by some of the enhanced boys lockers and we looked at people's shoes and we judged them.Here were some of our conclusions.Timberlands - Gangsta if they're clean, poser if they're dirty because if they're dirty it means they wear them every day. Gangstas take care of their kicks. Running </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/114221915114540189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/114221915114540189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-know-whats-really-terrible-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-114186652855418403</id><published>2006-03-08T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T20:08:48.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can start a bookI can make some mac and cheeseI can sleep twelve hoursYou'll never see my eyesMmmm what an excellent week.  No band on Thursday, won a music fest GOLD on Monday,  march break coming up, winter retreat is behind me ... yeah, everything is good.No, everything is excellent.The girls talked a lot about middle school and the more I think about it, the more I think my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/114186652855418403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/114186652855418403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-can-start-book-i-can-make-some-mac.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-114109873062924331</id><published>2006-02-27T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T22:52:10.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've got whatever's been going around lorne park/all of mississauga lately. if you don't have it, or haven't had it, you'll get it soon.i've been such a workhorse at school lately...spending my lunchtimes at jazz or studying. it's pretty sad. i have no time for the thing i used to love the most about school: driving around at lunch, sitting and eating lunch...lunch in general.at least my weekends</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/114109873062924331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/114109873062924331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/02/ive-got-whatevers-been-going-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-114075337246121677</id><published>2006-02-23T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T23:00:53.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yay! i got tagged by howard! i love these things.four jobs i've had:1. church "childcare worker" (ah, being paid to play with kids...i love it!)2. old navy associate3. chore do-er at home (well, i got paid for it)4. n/afour movies i can watch (and have watched) over and over:1. The Princess Bride2. Moulin Rouge3. How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days4. Shrek 1 &amp; 2four places i've lived:1. Central </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/114075337246121677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/114075337246121677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/02/yay-i-got-tagged-by-howard-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-114048437386009627</id><published>2006-02-20T19:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T20:48:10.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.Jazz fest is this wednesday!!.Winter Retreat is moved to March 3 &amp; 4 =) Music fest to march 6 &amp; 7.I got accepted to Guelph for Arts and Science!.My friends are turning 18 and its scaring me..I'm hungry.(ew, i just realized i copyed season...so i ... had to change that)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/114048437386009627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/114048437386009627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-113997566879365170</id><published>2006-02-14T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T22:54:28.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And I'll wait here a whileJust long enough to be sureThat you didn't make a wrong turnAnd I'll wait long enoughMaybe an hour or twoBefore I decide it wasn't me, it was youIt wasn't me it was youAnd I would like you to knowAlthough it seems sad to sayThis was only the worst hour of my dayThe worst hour of my dayHow long has it been on your mind?Do you think about it when we laugh?I think that it's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113997566879365170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113997566879365170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/02/and-ill-wait-here-while-just-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-113953058917957491</id><published>2006-02-09T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T19:18:54.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanks for all the support everyone! :)It's pretty awesome not to need surgery! Anyways, I just had to share this video clip from the grammys last night. Jay-Z. Linkin Park. Paul McCartney. Best performance of the night. Seriously. Madonna and the Gorillaz were a close second. With Mariah closing out at third. Kelly won lots and so did U2, but their performances were pretty crappy. Go to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113953058917957491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113953058917957491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/02/thanks-for-all-support-everyone-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-113927551917156562</id><published>2006-02-06T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T20:25:19.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>as i cut myself shaving (fyi, i havent done that since the 6 or 7th grade) for the sixth or seventh time today, i realized that God is probably trying to tell me something.not that i shouldnt shave with one functioning hand...but that i need to slow down.now that i cant really help  out much w/ winter retreat, i am forced to go...sit...and listen. and now that i can't work, do jazz band, grease </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113927551917156562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113927551917156562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/02/as-i-cut-myself-shaving-fyi-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-113913880749895112</id><published>2006-02-05T06:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T06:26:50.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LEFT HANDED POST!!i'm actually quite adept with the mouse with my left hand...and my typings not too slow/bad either.its cuz when i was younger (you see, this is where i get my inner tech geek) my dad used to switch up the mouse position...for a while, i used only my left hand to work a mouse. so i'll be honest, the reason i'm on so early, blogging is because i'm really feeling the pain right now</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113913880749895112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113913880749895112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/02/left-handed-post-im-actually-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-113892958976082918</id><published>2006-02-02T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T20:20:48.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How to make a amieIngredients:5 parts intelligence1 part brilliance1 part egoMethod:Blend at a low speed for 30 seconds. Add a little fitness if desired!Username:Personality cocktailFrom Go-Quiz.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113892958976082918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113892958976082918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-to-make-amie-ingredients-5-parts.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-113886034262542861</id><published>2006-02-02T00:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T01:07:24.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mmmm what an excellent weekit was like ... a pretend summer. the weather was SO good.i got to hang out with the "lower tech hall" kids on monday after my last exam. and that exam actually went pretty good overall. basically, any question i couldn't answer during the year...i couldn't answer on the exam. but anything i could do during the year, i could do on the exam. so it pretty much measured my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113886034262542861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113886034262542861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/02/mmmm-what-excellent-week-it-was-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-113847612697219975</id><published>2006-01-28T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T14:34:25.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"...we will automatically consider you for admission to Science I."maybe I'll go to McMaster after all.Everything ends The way it begins. God takes care Of the little things.-the boy least likely to_______Proof:good marks in geometry = getting into universitygetting into university = good futuretherefore, geometry = good future (transitive property)since good future &gt; caitlin,geometry &gt; caitlin. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113847612697219975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113847612697219975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-113821647326662805</id><published>2006-01-25T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T14:14:33.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i had typed up this whole thing about the BSS show but it got deleted by the untrustworthy internet.so i thought i'd list it up:highlights of the show+ waiting an hour for BSS to come on, and getting so antsy/bored we started to play stella ella olla and broken telephone with the people in front of us+ being the youngest age group in the crowd - no random booing, no pushy pushy people, and no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113821647326662805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113821647326662805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-i-had-typed-up-this-whole-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-113786655668035028</id><published>2006-01-21T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T13:14:54.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BROKEN SOCIAL SCENE TONIGHTYESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSalso...i got all my little "thank you for applying" letters from university.how friggin exciting is life?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113786655668035028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113786655668035028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/01/broken-social-scene-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-113773253811687419</id><published>2006-01-19T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T23:48:58.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm happy becuase i'm stupid:scared of spiders,scared of flying.if i wasn't so happy, i wouldn't be so scared of dieing. so just be gentle with me.(i'm not as young as i was)and i'll be gentle with you.(i'm not as brave as i thought)'cause my heart gets broken so easilyso just be gentlebe gentle with meso just be gentle with me(and if i am ever mean)and i'll be gentle with you(i never mean to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113773253811687419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113773253811687419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-happy-becuase-im-stupid-scared-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-113733506621127445</id><published>2006-01-15T09:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T09:24:26.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This weekend has been the busiest weekend of my life.I sit here. The sun is shining. I'm going to be late for church. And all I can think of is: I am so incredibly grateful.The recording project is done. It's done! It was hard work but completely and entirely worth it. It's not perfect, but I'm thinking of fixing it up over the summer...like a little personal summer project. I'm mostly grateful </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113733506621127445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113733506621127445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-weekend-has-been-busiest-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-113693158078585521</id><published>2006-01-10T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T17:19:40.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in one corner: school. exams are looming close by and it doesn't look like amie will ever reach the 88 she needs to get into the mac Arts &amp; Science program. math and chem will be her downfall. and can she finish the project in time!?in the other corner: WAY. it seems to need her constant and full attention. luckily there are others who can help her battle this corner.in the other other corner: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113693158078585521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113693158078585521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-one-corner-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-113657739559768991</id><published>2006-01-06T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T23:19:11.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorry this took so long. I didn't realize I would get so caught up with hanging out with my family. I was making a new template...and I was trying to put all the moments in order. In the end...I decided to put them in "no particular order" and I couldnt pick out ten so...here you have it...THE TOP LOTS OF MOMENTS OF 2005(in no particular order)- This spot gets filled by several moments where I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113657739559768991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113657739559768991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2006/01/sorry-this-took-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-113513142856361257</id><published>2005-12-20T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T21:17:08.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Top Ten Stress Inducing Momentsthis time in no particular order1. Sorting through Men's clearance at work a few weeks ago when nearly EVERYTHING was going on sale and my shift was almost over. I was clicking that price gun like you wouldn't believe.2. Studying for geometry &amp; chemistry tests (no moment in particular... its just stressful in general).3. Online school when the internet went out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113513142856361257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113513142856361257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2005/12/top-ten-stress-inducing-moments-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-113495143122024963</id><published>2005-12-18T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T19:17:11.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TOP TEN THINGS I WISH I DID10. went to the moon. Too bad this will be my list every year. :(9. improved on skateboarding.8. bought a new guitar.7. bought Google stocks.6. cried everytime i felt like it, instead of holding it in.5. talked more about Jesus.4. got a higher paying job.3. gave more hugs. 2. went to Denver &amp; Cali more often.1. started a band &amp; got famous. :Daw, what a silly &amp; </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113495143122024963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113495143122024963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2005/12/top-ten-things-i-wish-i-did-10.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-113453130030517061</id><published>2005-12-13T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T16:55:32.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Top Ten Things I Accomplished10. I became an aunt. Ok, so techincally I didn't DO anything to accomplish this...but it makes the list anyways.9. Making a video for gr.11 comtech. my first ever video since i didnt get to do one in gr.12 ...it was pretty bad when i look back on it, but an EXCELLENT stepping stone to bigger and better thigns...except that i didnt really make a video this year...but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113453130030517061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113453130030517061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2005/12/top-ten-things-i-accomplished-10.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-113435158230947223</id><published>2005-12-11T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T20:41:22.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TOP TEN'S LIST TWO.Amie's Top Ten Movies of 2005.Oh man. I actually didn't watch too many movies this year. So this is more like "Amie's list of movies released in 2005 that she saw in the order of how much she liked them")10. Madagascar ( I saw this one on the plane and it kind of sucked...I mean it had some good jokes &amp; maybe I'm just bitter because the seat was so far away and it was hard to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113435158230947223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113435158230947223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2005/12/top-tens-list-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-113401257948406043</id><published>2005-12-07T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T18:50:54.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's the end of the year...Guess it's time for some Top Tens.Let's start with :The Top Ten Songs that Soundtracked my Life.10. Michael Buble - Moondance (First Jazz Band song I learned ever &amp; just a good song in general. I guess this song spills from 2004 when i first heard it but I'm going to count it for this year too)9. Tegan &amp; Sara - Not Tonight (Not only did this song get played on my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113401257948406043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113401257948406043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-end-of-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-113374442896326547</id><published>2005-12-04T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T20:02:19.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things to do this week: + study chem (lab test next week!! i have to do well on it!)+ talk to guidance and decide on two other school's to apply to+ not fall asleep at work+ make music night posters+ organize fellowship stuff for friday+ worship team practice+ practice guitar for jazz &amp; ritz+ make a shopping list &amp; shop+ get coffee with season &amp; david &amp; andrea+ tell charlotte a story+ use the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113374442896326547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113374442896326547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2005/12/things-to-do-this-week-study-chem-lab.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-113348825876732724</id><published>2005-12-01T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T19:53:27.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've noticed a trend in (edit: I meant OTHER PEOPLE) my blogging/xangaing (yeah, that's right, blogging sounds about a gazillion times cooler than xangaing) lately; STRESS. but you know know what i am? i am...TOO OPTIMISTICi've decided that this is what i am. i am an overly optimistic person. it's not on purpose or anything. it's just that i don't stress...about anything...and when i do, people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113348825876732724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113348825876732724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2005/12/ive-noticed-trend-in-edit-i-meant.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-113339594426514319</id><published>2005-11-30T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T19:17:02.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Christmas,Please arrive soon.We're already listening to Christmas tunes.Come bearing family &amp; gifts &amp; good cheer.Keep the negative campaigns away and the holiday spirit near.-Amie(P.S. I think it's Joeie's birthday today - Happy Birthday, if it is! If not, then uh, you can pretend i just said "yo")</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113339594426514319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113339594426514319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2005/11/dear-christmas-please-arrive-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-113295661888622430</id><published>2005-11-25T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T17:13:22.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fast ones+ you know Marty's sneakers from back to the future?well, you can sign a petition to get Nike to make them. Definately sign it. then find a petition to get the hoverboard made.+ two great online comics. not for children.+ Jenny Lewis; child star, leadsinger of Rilo Kiley, backup singer of Postal Service is releasing a solo album. You can find mp3's here and here. it's pretty good stuff.+</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113295661888622430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113295661888622430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2005/11/fast-ones-you-know-martys-sneakers.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-113220125153687183</id><published>2005-11-16T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T23:20:51.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>taking a well deserved breakfrom alan's blog...so let me explain the game. you type in your name followed by the word 'needs' in google, making sure the whole thing is in quotation marks...like "Amie needs"...and google will tell you the things you need.according to google, Amie needs:1. to hang out with me / to spend the rest of her life with Ryan2.  to be re-developed in conjunction with a. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113220125153687183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113220125153687183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2005/11/taking-well-deserved-break-from-alans.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-113203142554473084</id><published>2005-11-15T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T00:12:12.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>frustrated? yesemotionally drained? totally.confused? a little.hurt?     perhaps.extremely thankful for the superficial relationships that keep me going day to day? absolutely. it's that nod of the head; the fake i like your sweater, even though i've seen it on you before; the how'd you do on your chem test even though i don't really care; the do you wanna see a movie later; the where were you at</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113203142554473084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113203142554473084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2005/11/frustrated-yes-emotionally-drained.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-113167811110854488</id><published>2005-11-10T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T22:13:21.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That band that I now love is called "The Guild League". They're so awesome.Speaking of awesome. Check this out.  It's the Upsidedown Christmas Tree. WEIRD.More space for presents though...I guess.Doesn't benifit me. I don't ask for big things. I ask for about 10 CD's and DVD's.The Guild League - The Inner NorthJason Collett - Idols of ExileAcid House Kings - Sing Along with the Acid House </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113167811110854488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113167811110854488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2005/11/that-band-that-i-now-love-is-called.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-113149400676144242</id><published>2005-11-08T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T18:53:26.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>something is seriously wrong with me.lets see if you guys can guess my new favourite i-can't-get-it-out-of-my-head-song?I'll give you a hint."Imma start some drama. you don't want no drama."*Shudder* I can't understand it, but today I had the undeniable urge to hear this song. I wish the lyrics weren't the worst lyrics in the world.P.S. Jamie - what you commented ...I might have to use that in a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113149400676144242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113149400676144242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2005/11/something-is-seriously-wrong-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-113106900791106264</id><published>2005-11-03T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T20:53:16.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I've fallen in love with a new band. The lead singer is golden. He's the drummer and lead singer and his name is Tali White. You had me at drummer &amp; singer. And honestly. Who wouldn't fall for lyrics like this: you and i collide like atomswith every new unclear reactionthe very sight of youit threw meinto your arms and out of my headWhat a great band! :) Someone sent me these songs a long time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113106900791106264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113106900791106264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2005/11/ive-fallen-in-love-with-new-band.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-113080742747680164</id><published>2005-10-31T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T15:51:17.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy halloween!Halloween was really fun today. Dressing up and such. I went to school as Minnie Mouse - and I lost to Daisy Duck. Darn.Reflections for this week?"We are all good actors when we want to be."edit:  happy halloween from  baby potter. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113080742747680164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113080742747680164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-halloween-halloween-was-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-113047066358206491</id><published>2005-10-27T23:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T23:55:35.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>another quickie -have you ever seen my sassy girl?well even if you haven't do yourself a favour and watch this video. you will love it.p.s. price tagging guns are great. regular guns aren't. mostly because price tagging guns can't kill you!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113047066358206491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113047066358206491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2005/10/another-quickie-have-you-ever-seen-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-113029613477328076</id><published>2005-10-25T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T23:14:53.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Break my heart back into place...Amie Loves:Chemistry.Feist &amp; Emily Haines - especially in Broken Social Scene.Driving with loud, semi-obscure music.Working at Old Navy - minus the back hurting, but bonus points for running around tagging people with price guns.Jazz Band.Snacks.note to self: talk to guidance!!!! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113029613477328076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/113029613477328076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2005/10/break-my-heart-back-into-place.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-112977087515079328</id><published>2005-10-19T20:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T21:14:35.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Cryptic words meander Now there is a song beneath the song One day you'll learn You'll soon discern its true meaning An interesting detachment A listless poem of love sincere Desire, despair Overlapping melodies  __________________ bahhhh10 years ago, i was seven and a bookworm.5 years ago i was twelve and i went to a private school.1 year ago, i was in grade eleven and i made a really good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/112977087515079328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/112977087515079328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2005/10/cryptic-words-meander-now-there-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-112957930999877484</id><published>2005-10-17T16:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T20:57:30.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, its official. my first bad day of the school year.-------thanks for the notes guys.my day wasn't really that bad. i just...did really bad on two things i wasn't expecting to do THAT terribly on. well, ok, i was expecting the math thing..but writer's craft really...i worked hard on that and i got a worse mark than my first thing that i only spent half a second on. i swear english teachers </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/112957930999877484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/112957930999877484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2005/10/well-its-official.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-112951137251253658</id><published>2005-10-16T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T21:15:23.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>awesome. a new layout.if only i could focus and dedicate this much attention to my homework...actually, like i said in my above post, time management has been pretty good for me. i've taken to dragging my agenda EVERYWHERE. it's been really really really ( times a bajillion) helpful.i guess i don't have too much to say. i really should be getting my homework done.i will say that its been awesome </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/112951137251253658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/112951137251253658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2005/10/awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-112916235245923828</id><published>2005-10-12T19:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T20:15:24.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>she take my moneywhile i'm in needyea she's a trifflin friend indeedWow time management has been ... not too much of an issue as far as school &amp; work goes. Now I have to learn to balance spending time with friends &amp; WAY.THE BABY IS BANANAS, B-A-N-A-N-A-SSchool has been quite stressful. But I've been handling it well. Math test on Friday. Working tomorrow and Friday. Next week there's also a lot </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/112916235245923828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/112916235245923828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2005/10/she-take-my-money-while-im-in-need-yea.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-112888473607812980</id><published>2005-10-09T15:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T15:05:36.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pho with the boys is embarassing. this weekend has been awesome and i have a feeling its just going to get more awesome"what up, homeplate? central WHAT?!""toucan seas!"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/112888473607812980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/112888473607812980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2005/10/pho-with-boys-is-embarassing.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-112829648747248596</id><published>2005-10-02T19:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T19:49:36.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>loved:+ falling asleep in the van on the way to the university fair+ people thinking we knew where we were going and going down the wrong escalator at the univercity fair, and turning around and seeing a huge crowd of people following us+ getting free stuff with chrissy+ seeing dora and angelina at the MAC presentation+ the awesome homeless dude at the union station walkway+ random gino boy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/112829648747248596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/112829648747248596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2005/10/loved-falling-asleep-in-van-on-way-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-112802865332715091</id><published>2005-09-29T17:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T17:17:33.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just had to share how big my nephews are getting.the bigger one is coming home for thanksgiving :)anyways, its been a long week. work and tests...but luckily tomorrow is the university fair...i.e. no school.i.e. dont have to do homework until sunday night :)weeeeheeee.don't ask me to do stuff with you sunday after church. im going to be studying and working harddddd. :)aw, check out all the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/112802865332715091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/112802865332715091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-just-had-to-share-how-big-my-nephews.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-112794016796433287</id><published>2005-09-28T16:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T16:42:47.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my mom doesnt think i can handle things.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/112794016796433287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/112794016796433287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-mom-doesnt-think-i-can-handle.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-112770587919631225</id><published>2005-09-25T23:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T23:38:01.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sort of a busted weekend.Friday night was alright but since I live so far from, well, everything, I have to leave everything early. And I nearly hit a curb with a new girl in the car. Well, not new. But new-ish to WAY at least.Saturday night was a real bust.But, on the upshot, I got to have dinner to celebrate the birthday of just another dumb frosh. even though I forgot his card several times.I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/112770587919631225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/112770587919631225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2005/09/sort-of-busted-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-112744323724931906</id><published>2005-09-22T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T22:40:37.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I drove a car full of boys home today. I didn't even notice until 5 minutes into the car ride when they said, "Don't you feel like a pimp...4 boys and 1 girl?""haha, you pimpette." i don't know what you heard about me but she can't get a dolla outta me no cadillacs no perm you can't see im a ++ p-i-m-p. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/112744323724931906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/112744323724931906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-drove-car-full-of-boys-home-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-112734017047865022</id><published>2005-09-21T17:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T15:06:36.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Making teenage boys feel like a Christmas tree,  ogling eyes, ogling eyes.  I know you dread the day when it's any other way.I'm so excited for America's Next Top Model's TWO hour season opener.Erin's having a party to watch it and Andrea is excited too. And really, when Andrea is excited...who isn't!?I missed out on Jules birthday by accident, but that kid is rich enough anyways. He has a PSP! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/112734017047865022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/112734017047865022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2005/09/making-teenage-boys-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212591.post-112709586011160910</id><published>2005-09-18T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T22:11:00.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if you want to change the world you have to start with yourself</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/112709586011160910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3212591/posts/default/112709586011160910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aznskaterchick.blogspot.com/2005/09/if-you-want-to-change-world-you-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824340076297658475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v640/aznskaterchick/th_DSCN4403.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
