<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810076145970658619</id><updated>2009-10-21T19:54:22.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trials And Tribulations Of A 15 Year Old (But With Some Good Things)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Coraima vs. The World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700711847753941237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810076145970658619.post-1070277133600688104</id><published>2009-09-26T12:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T12:49:08.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sophomore Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;  I can't complain and say that this year is too this or too that, because it's not. I'm having so much fun. It feels strange at times walking my old hall ways thinking to myself that only last year I was the only person walking these halls. Now its the freshman and the sophomores walking the halls together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;  My first day of school was a slight blur, but I had a lot of fun. As the days went by I continued to have more fun. I'm on the rugby team and it's so much fun. I'm not going to lie, the game is dangerous, but at the same time I have so much fun playing it. My mom and dad were freaking out, but I don't think they understand that I love playing this game. It expresses me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;  The classes are challenging, and maybe that's because I'm taking all honors classes. I really enjoy where I am right now in school. I think that if I continue to work hard I'll be able to do great things at that school. All I have to do is remain focused, which I think I can do just fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;  This is all I have to say now about what's going on, but there will be more to discuss! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810076145970658619-1070277133600688104?l=coraima-justme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/1070277133600688104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810076145970658619&amp;postID=1070277133600688104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/1070277133600688104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/1070277133600688104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/2009/09/sophomore-year.html' title='Sophomore Year'/><author><name>Coraima vs. The World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700711847753941237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01647627738559917283'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810076145970658619.post-3231964550372164965</id><published>2009-06-22T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T19:15:48.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil Wayne's Tattoos</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I think that Lil Wayne is a very talented rapper. However, I've never noticed how many tattoos he has. His whole upper body (and I mean everything) is tattooed. It's crazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-take a look-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.doobybrain.com/.../lil-waynes-body-tattoos/"&gt;www.doobybrain.com/.../lil-waynes-body-tattoos/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810076145970658619-3231964550372164965?l=coraima-justme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/3231964550372164965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810076145970658619&amp;postID=3231964550372164965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/3231964550372164965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/3231964550372164965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/2009/06/lil-waynes-tattoos.html' title='Lil Wayne&apos;s Tattoos'/><author><name>Coraima vs. The World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700711847753941237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01647627738559917283'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810076145970658619.post-2493637365094084767</id><published>2009-04-09T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:41:11.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Going Good...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsirfdeZ7mQ/Sd4y4PTXxqI/AAAAAAAAANo/cOylPLeXjZU/s1600-h/DSCN1162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322747751360349858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsirfdeZ7mQ/Sd4y4PTXxqI/AAAAAAAAANo/cOylPLeXjZU/s320/DSCN1162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;High school Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;i'm having a blast in high school. there's so much to do, and there is so much to learn too. of course there is drama that goes around, but as the days go by people just forget about it and move on with their lives. when i first stepped into this school i was nervous but i wasn't too nervous. i knew what i wanted to accomplish in high school and i knew that i was going to have fun. my cousins always told me of their experience in high school and i wanted to have those experiences minus all the boyfriend/girlfriend drama. we had homecoming in november and it was so much fun. everyone thought that it was going to be lame because of all the rules that the teachers laid down, but the dance was not even close to lame. there was so much dancing (juking&amp;amp;grinding)! people had an awesome time. that's all that kids would talk about for like two months, and till this very day people still bring it up. it's funny! school is just fun. it's not everyday that you hear about a kid actually enjoying school, but i do. uic college prep is like a second family for everyone that goes there. the teachers care so much about those students that sometimes it doesn't even feel real. they actually care for you. at other high schools the teachers don't even know your name, but here the teachers know your first, middle, and your last name. it sounds a little creepy, but by them knowing a little bit more about you you know that they actually care about you. so i have enjoyed my high school experience so far! there are 1 1\2 months left of school, and i'm going to make the best of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Keep ya'll posted! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cori Z.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsirfdeZ7mQ/Sd4y3msBlRI/AAAAAAAAANY/lAc-Qlx0TBM/s1600-h/DSCN1200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322747740457899282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsirfdeZ7mQ/Sd4y3msBlRI/AAAAAAAAANY/lAc-Qlx0TBM/s320/DSCN1200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsirfdeZ7mQ/Sd4y30W9yTI/AAAAAAAAANg/Vpd0n8cjWWE/s1600-h/DSCN1173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322747744127666482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JsirfdeZ7mQ/Sd4y30W9yTI/AAAAAAAAANg/Vpd0n8cjWWE/s320/DSCN1173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810076145970658619-2493637365094084767?l=coraima-justme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/2493637365094084767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810076145970658619&amp;postID=2493637365094084767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/2493637365094084767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/2493637365094084767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-going-good.html' title='It&apos;s Going Good...'/><author><name>Coraima vs. The World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700711847753941237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01647627738559917283'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JsirfdeZ7mQ/Sd4y4PTXxqI/AAAAAAAAANo/cOylPLeXjZU/s72-c/DSCN1162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810076145970658619.post-1987920819108392346</id><published>2009-04-08T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T13:49:16.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock You Down by Keri Hilson ft. Kanye West &amp; Ne-Yo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FF5Q1jr28PM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FF5Q1jr28PM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810076145970658619-1987920819108392346?l=coraima-justme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/1987920819108392346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810076145970658619&amp;postID=1987920819108392346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/1987920819108392346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/1987920819108392346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/2009/04/knock-you-down-by-keri-hilson-ft-kanye.html' title='Knock You Down by Keri Hilson ft. Kanye West &amp; Ne-Yo'/><author><name>Coraima vs. The World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700711847753941237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01647627738559917283'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810076145970658619.post-37741220416650155</id><published>2008-12-21T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T15:06:04.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyonce-Single Ladies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8mVEGfH4s5g"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8mVEGfH4s5g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810076145970658619-37741220416650155?l=coraima-justme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/37741220416650155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810076145970658619&amp;postID=37741220416650155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/37741220416650155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/37741220416650155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/2008/12/beyonce-single-ladies.html' title='Beyonce-Single Ladies'/><author><name>Coraima vs. The World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700711847753941237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01647627738559917283'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810076145970658619.post-4444800104665260912</id><published>2008-09-15T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T17:06:07.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My High School Experience...So Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    When people talk about high school, they make it sound like this place that you don't even want to go near. Most times it is very true, but then there are times where that paradigm isn't even close. I have been in high school for five weeks, and so far so good. I'm having a ball, and my grades are awesome. I am the the only student in the whole school who has 100% in Biology. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    Now, let me give you a little insight in my school. I attend school and UIC College Prep. It's a new school, and there is only 180 students there. Which are the freshmans. Now, it's very strict there, and I can finally see why. There are so many rules there to make sure that students are safe. Kids get demerits left and right but that doesn't make us a bad school. No one is perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    When people ask me if I like school and I tell them that I do, they honestly think that I am lying. They think I am just saying that to make my parents happy. Which isn't even true. High school for me is a blast, I am having so much fun! Now, not everyone can get the same experience like I am getting. Which is unfortunate. But...that's what happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    All I have to say is that you should enjoy these moments that you have, because once they are gone, they are not coming back. They are gone. Mom is always telling me that. When I first came to this school, I really didn't like it. But I kept coming, and I noticed that these teachers actually CARE! It was so strange. They really want to know your funny stories, they want to know what you did over the weekend, they want to know your personal life, they want to know what's going on at home, they want to know what's going on with your boyfriend or girlfriend. They want to know. They don't just sit there and pretend to listen. They listen to you, they even take notes while you are talking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    I have never had that before. Well actually only once, but that was in 5th grade. But that was still some time ago, so I forget what that feeling was like. Now that I have it back, I'm still trying to get used to it. It's so strange for me. I mean, teachers actually come up to me and ask how was my weekend, and they don't walk away. they stand there and listen and respond. I know it sounds corny, but it's a good feeling when you know that someone is ACTUALLY listening to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    So, enjoy high school. Have as much as you can-and of course try your very best to stay out of trouble. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810076145970658619-4444800104665260912?l=coraima-justme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/4444800104665260912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810076145970658619&amp;postID=4444800104665260912' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/4444800104665260912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/4444800104665260912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-high-school-experienceso-far.html' title='My High School Experience...So Far'/><author><name>Coraima vs. The World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700711847753941237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01647627738559917283'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810076145970658619.post-9098628584879542033</id><published>2008-06-07T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T09:51:21.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dance Pt. 2</title><content type='html'>WOW!! That dance was the bomb. I had so much fun. I danced like the whole time that I was there. It was so much fun. And then at the end of the dance they played the song "Last Dance." It was cute. People just starting grabbing other people and just starting dancing to that song. I really had a good time. It was great. I just wish that this year didn't have to end so fast. If we just had a little bit more time. But, oh well. However I had a GREAT TIME!! lol. :^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810076145970658619-9098628584879542033?l=coraima-justme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/9098628584879542033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810076145970658619&amp;postID=9098628584879542033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/9098628584879542033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/9098628584879542033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/2008/06/dance-pt-2.html' title='The Dance Pt. 2'/><author><name>Coraima vs. The World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700711847753941237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01647627738559917283'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810076145970658619.post-8753594006456573542</id><published>2008-06-03T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T14:11:01.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JsirfdeZ7mQ/SEWzXU94maI/AAAAAAAAAH0/5VAwlEoewHc/s1600-h/Elysse,+Vinny,+Jasmine,+and+Me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207765757470480802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JsirfdeZ7mQ/SEWzXU94maI/AAAAAAAAAH0/5VAwlEoewHc/s320/Elysse,+Vinny,+Jasmine,+and+Me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't wait for the 7th and 8th grade dance. It's going to be so much fun. I love dances, I love them because dancing is like my thing. All I ever do is dance. So yeah, I can't wait for it. And Graduation is almost here, wow!! I can't believe it! Then, I have my graduation parties, which like are going to be the bomb! Oh yeah. Those parties are going to be like---WOW!! Can't wait. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810076145970658619-8753594006456573542?l=coraima-justme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/8753594006456573542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810076145970658619&amp;postID=8753594006456573542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/8753594006456573542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/8753594006456573542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/2008/06/dance.html' title='The Dance'/><author><name>Coraima vs. The World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700711847753941237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01647627738559917283'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JsirfdeZ7mQ/SEWzXU94maI/AAAAAAAAAH0/5VAwlEoewHc/s72-c/Elysse,+Vinny,+Jasmine,+and+Me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810076145970658619.post-2681643085259575290</id><published>2008-05-22T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T13:03:39.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S ALMOST HERE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;IT'S ALMOST HERE---MY SPRINGFIELD TRIP! I CAN'T WAIT TO GO. IT IS GOING TO BE SO EXCITING, SOME OF THE KIDS AREN'T GOING BECAUSE THEY SAID THAT IT WOULD BE BORING, BUT I THINK OTHERWISE. I THINK GOING TO SPRINGFIELD IS GOING TO BE LOTS OF FUN, THAT'S ONLY IF MR. BORJON MY SOCIAL STUDIES TEACHER DOESN'T GO; HOWEVER I DON'T THINK THAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN. OTHER THAN THAT, I STILL THINK THAT GOING TO SPRINGFIELD IS GOING TO BE A LOT OF FUN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;AT LEAST I GET TO GET OUT OF MY HOUSE AND HAVE SOME FUN ON A REALLY COOL FILED TRIP. I'M LEAVING AT 6:15 IN THE MORNING AND THEN I AM COMING BACK AT AROUND 10 OR 11 O'CLOCK AT NIGHT!! THAT IS TOO COOL. I AM SO READY FOR THIS YEAR TO BE OVER, I JUST WANT TO GET OUT OF THAT SCHOOL, AND THAT SPRINGFIELD TRIP IS GETTING ME ONE STEP CLOSER TO LEAVING...FOREVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; THEN AFTER OUR TRIP WE HAVE OUR LUNCHEON, WHICH IS GOING TO BE FUN TOO. WE GET TO HANG OUT WITH OUR TEACHERS AND I THINK OUR PRINCIPAL AND  JUST SIT, TALK, AND EAT, AND REMINISCE ON THE GOOD TIMES (THAT'S IF THERE ARE ANY!! JUST KIDDING!). BUT IT'S GOING TO BE REALLY REALLY FUN NEXT WEEK!! SO, LETS START ON ALL THE GOOD STUFF AND LEAVE THE BAD STUFF BEHIND!! YAY!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810076145970658619-2681643085259575290?l=coraima-justme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/2681643085259575290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810076145970658619&amp;postID=2681643085259575290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/2681643085259575290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/2681643085259575290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-almost-here.html' title='IT&apos;S ALMOST HERE...'/><author><name>Coraima vs. The World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700711847753941237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01647627738559917283'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810076145970658619.post-2369350747794071991</id><published>2008-05-19T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T19:51:20.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M GOING TO HAVE SOME FUN...NOW!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;FOR THE PAST 14 YEARS I HAVE BEEN WORKING MY BUTT OFF. GOING TO SCHOOL EVERYDAY, DOING HOMEWORK, DEALING WITH PARENTS AND FRIENDS AND JUST ABOUT EVERYTHING ELSE. BUT NOW...THAT IS ALL ABOUT TO CHANGE. NOW...STARTING RIGHT NOW...I AM GOING TO HAVE A LONG (AND I MEAN LONG BREAK). I'M GOING TO HAVE SOME FUN, I'M GOING TO RELAX AND ENJOY ALL THE WORK THAT I HAVE DONE. I HAVE ACCOMPLISHED SO MUCH THE PAST 14 YEARS, AND I THINK THAT I SHOULD GET A REWARD FOR IT! NOT SAYING THAT I HAVEN'T, BUT IT'S TIME TO REALLY HAVE SOME FUN. SO, FOR SUMMER BREAK, I AM GOING TO LIVE IT UP. I AM GOING TO HAVE AS MUCH FUN AS I CAN POSSIBLY HAVE. IT'S TIME FOR A BREAK AND THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT I AM GOING TO GET. I HAVE 3 AND A HALF MONTHS THAT I CAN ENJOY, SO I'M READY TO START NOW. JUST TO GET A HEAD START ON MY FUN! PEACE. AND LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810076145970658619-2369350747794071991?l=coraima-justme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/2369350747794071991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810076145970658619&amp;postID=2369350747794071991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/2369350747794071991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/2369350747794071991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-going-to-have-some-funnow.html' title='I&apos;M GOING TO HAVE SOME FUN...NOW!!'/><author><name>Coraima vs. The World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700711847753941237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01647627738559917283'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810076145970658619.post-4963318868488453907</id><published>2008-04-17T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T18:47:53.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dun Dun Dun....DDUUNN!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JsirfdeZ7mQ/SAf9BjJ1ioI/AAAAAAAAAG8/awC9nA_v2q4/s1600-h/Education+Continues.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190395298625981058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JsirfdeZ7mQ/SAf9BjJ1ioI/AAAAAAAAAG8/awC9nA_v2q4/s320/Education+Continues.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JsirfdeZ7mQ/SAf85DJ1inI/AAAAAAAAAG0/1_GKedkLa78/s1600-h/for+those+of+you.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190395152597092978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JsirfdeZ7mQ/SAf85DJ1inI/AAAAAAAAAG0/1_GKedkLa78/s320/for+those+of+you.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's finally here!! WOW!! Graduation--pretty much in 54 days. Seems like a lot of time that I have to wait so that I can graduate. But it's worth the wait. Graduation is such an amazing thing, it's when you move on to a bigger and better things. But it can also meen a sad thing, because that's when you leave your great friends. People that you have known for a very long time. In my case it has only been 2 years, but no matter how long it has been-I am still going to miss everyone. Man!! And I know that I will cry; as soon as they say my name-I am going to start crying. I have been dreaming about this since I was a little kid. Graduation to me always seemed like a wedding. Sounds funny-but that is how I have always compared it as. It's like, on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;a wedding, people are crying and laughing and saying, "Remember back in the day when you did this, or when you acted like this?" Graduation is like one of those times, times to reminisce. It has been one wild year, but I have to say that it has been a great year. After graduation I'm off to high school. WOW!! High school, when I first thought about high school I was so nervous. I have to admit that I was really nervous, but now that I think about it-I'm not so nervous any more. I'm actually rather excited about the whole thing. I mean during the month of May I have a lot going on. I have the luncheon, ribbon pinning, and then I have my trip to Springfield, Illinois. It's going to be exciting, and then after that-I am going to PARTY!! OH YEAH!! No, none of that wild partying that some of my cousins do, but I am going to all my graduation parties. It's going to be fun. So lets start the count down!!! Drum roll please..........and starting from 54 days. Lets keep on going!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810076145970658619-4963318868488453907?l=coraima-justme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/4963318868488453907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810076145970658619&amp;postID=4963318868488453907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/4963318868488453907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/4963318868488453907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/2008/04/dun-dun-dundduunn.html' title='Dun Dun Dun....DDUUNN!!!!'/><author><name>Coraima vs. The World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700711847753941237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01647627738559917283'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JsirfdeZ7mQ/SAf9BjJ1ioI/AAAAAAAAAG8/awC9nA_v2q4/s72-c/Education+Continues.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810076145970658619.post-5959373260793891122</id><published>2008-04-09T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T08:20:17.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Last Year Here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My Last Year Here...that's the only way I know how to start this entry; because it will be my last year at Galileo Scholastic Academy. I have only been at this school for two long years, two wild years, and the list goes on. Since I have been there, I have learned so many things about life, friends, school, and me. I learned things about me that I didn't even know about myself-it was kind of creepy. I learned about friends. I've always had a lot of friends, but I learned how to keep them, lose them, make them happy, make them sad, and the list goes on again. lol. But when I first attended Galileo, I was so nervous, and I was angry that I had to transfer from one school to another. But, then I started to like where I was, and who I was meeting. I have met some amazing people at Galileo, and people that I'm not to sure about; however I have made some great friends. For example I met, Olivia, Gaby, Jasmine, Elysse, Jorge, Julian, Janelle, Diamond, Christian, Christopher, Paul, Monique, Tyler, Amber, Melanie, Yazmine, Jasmine C., Airis, Justin, Lusi, Aiya, Marissa, Sierra, Monique C., and so many more. The first year I came to Galileo, I have to admit that I hated every second that I was there. It was painful for me to be there, and I so wanted to burst out crying, but I couldn't I had to be strong. But then one day, I finally broke down-I just couldn't take it anymore. I had so many mixed emotions that I could not hold them in any longer. That was the first time that Marissa had seen me cry, and I hoped that it would be the last time that I would ever cry. But that was not happening-it just so happened that the next year I was there; I cried a lot. Too much you could say for those of you who know me and are are reading this. And to add, there were a lot of problems during my 8th grade year, that had to do with friends and family and with just me at certain times during the year. But over all, I think that this year has been both a great experience and a learning experience. It's been tough, but I have made great friends that have helped me get through this "Roller coaster" year. I know for a fact that at graduation I will miss every single one of them. I know that when I first came to this school, I said that I would not miss them...I told everyone that I would not miss the people, the teachers, or the school itself. But I know now that I will miss them. Maybe not the school because it's not all that great, but I will miss the teachers and my friends. When it comes time to walk across that stage, I will cry and I will miss everyone-no matter what I have said before. Peace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810076145970658619-5959373260793891122?l=coraima-justme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/5959373260793891122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810076145970658619&amp;postID=5959373260793891122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/5959373260793891122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/5959373260793891122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-last-year-here.html' title='My Last Year Here...'/><author><name>Coraima vs. The World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700711847753941237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01647627738559917283'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810076145970658619.post-886334314823860802</id><published>2008-04-04T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T08:16:15.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is A Mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Love is sometimes the greatest thing in the world, and some times it is the worst thing in the world. When there is someone that you love, how do you tell them how you feel, how do you let them know that you are serious about what you mean? Friends always come up to me talking to me about their problems with their relationships, and how to fix their problems. And I always tell them, if you are not happy don't stay. If you know that deep inside your heart that it is not going to work out; just move on. Now anytime that you tell them that, you always get to see this look on their face like, "I can't do that, I really like this person." But the question is, do you like this person enough to get hurt? I don't think so. No one likes to get hurt, but it happens. Love is like a game, you can either win or you can lose. You don't always win and you don't always lose. So it's just a mess some times. Like my friend Amber says, "Love Sucks" and that 's true at times, and there are times where it doesn't suck. There are times when love is the greatest thing ever, and there are times you wish that love, and relationships did not exist at all. I may only be 14, but I know a little something about this game called, "Love"...it's a hot mess. My friend Olivia, says that love is a battlefield, and that is so true at times. But if you really love some one, not even talking about a small crush, what do you do? From what I've seen and heard, love can mess up your head. It can make you do things that you never knew you could do. Seriously. It has that effect. Even when you have a little crush you can still very well get hurt, no matter how big or how small it is. You see, I have this crush on someone-and he knows that I like him. In fact he takes pleasure in knowing that I like him. Anytime I see him, he's like, "Hey Cori, I know a little somethin' somethin' about you!" And because I know him so well, I know what he is talking about. But still love is a battlefield. It's a game; you either win or you lose. Either way, some one still comes out hurt no matter the circumstances. It's tough-but like my parents say love is a beautiful thing. An amazing thing! But there are times when I doubt that-VERY MUCH. Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810076145970658619-886334314823860802?l=coraima-justme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/886334314823860802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810076145970658619&amp;postID=886334314823860802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/886334314823860802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/886334314823860802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/2008/04/love-is-mess.html' title='Love Is A Mess'/><author><name>Coraima vs. The World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700711847753941237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01647627738559917283'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810076145970658619.post-712254270904634670</id><published>2008-04-02T19:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T19:42:12.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fw: Cool Blog On Puerto Rico ( Visit The Coqui )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div size="14pt" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;p&gt;To All My Puerto Rican Viewers. Here Is A Little Something Just For You.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;a href="http://www.visit-the-coqui.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Visit the Coqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a link to a cool blog i just found. It's a travel site and its all about Puerto Rico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810076145970658619-712254270904634670?l=coraima-justme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/712254270904634670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810076145970658619&amp;postID=712254270904634670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/712254270904634670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/712254270904634670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/2008/04/fw-cool-blog-on-puerto-rico-visit-coqui.html' title='Fw: Cool Blog On Puerto Rico ( Visit The Coqui )'/><author><name>Coraima vs. The World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700711847753941237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01647627738559917283'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810076145970658619.post-3148506530451889650</id><published>2008-04-01T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T18:14:05.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♥♥♥♥♥SEXY♥♥♥♥♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....♥SeXy♥..♥SeXy♥&lt;br /&gt;...♥SeXy♥...♥SeXy♥&lt;br /&gt;.♥SeXy♥.......♥SeXy♥&lt;br /&gt;...♥SeXy.♥.....♥SeXy♥&lt;br /&gt;......♥SeXy♥&lt;br /&gt;...........♥SeXy♥&lt;br /&gt;♥SeXy♥......♥SeXy♥&lt;br /&gt;.♥SeXy♥.......♥SeXy♥&lt;br /&gt;...♥SeXy♥...♥SeXy♥&lt;br /&gt;.........♥SeXy♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥SeXy♥♥SeXy♥♥SeXy♥&lt;br /&gt;♥SeXy♥♥SeXy♥♥SeXy♥&lt;br /&gt;♥SeXy♥&lt;br /&gt;♥SeXy♥&lt;br /&gt;♥SeXy♥♥SeXy♥&lt;br /&gt;♥SeXy♥♥SeXy♥&lt;br /&gt;♥SeXy♥&lt;br /&gt;♥SeXy♥&lt;br /&gt;♥SeXy♥♥SeXy♥♥SeXy♥&lt;br /&gt;♥SeXy♥♥SeXy♥♥SeXy♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥SeXy♥.......♥SeXy♥&lt;br /&gt;.♥SeXy♥.....♥SeXy♥&lt;br /&gt;..♥SeXy♥...♥SeXy♥&lt;br /&gt;...♥SeXy♥.♥SeXy♥&lt;br /&gt;....♥SeXy♥♥SeXy♥&lt;br /&gt;....♥SeXy♥♥SeXy♥&lt;br /&gt;...♥SeXy♥.♥SeXy♥&lt;br /&gt;..♥SeXy♥...♥SeXy♥&lt;br /&gt;.♥SeXy♥.....♥SeXy♥&lt;br /&gt;♥SeXy♥.......♥SeXy♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥SeXy♥......♥SeXy♥&lt;br /&gt;♥SeXy♥......♥SeXy♥&lt;br /&gt;♥SeXy♥.....♥SeXy♥&lt;br /&gt;.♥SeXy♥...♥SeXy♥&lt;br /&gt;..S♥eXy♥.♥SeXy♥&lt;br /&gt;...♥SeXy♥SeXy♥♥&lt;br /&gt;.......♥SeXy♥&lt;br /&gt;......♥SeXy♥&lt;br /&gt;......♥SeXy♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810076145970658619-3148506530451889650?l=coraima-justme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/3148506530451889650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810076145970658619&amp;postID=3148506530451889650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/3148506530451889650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/3148506530451889650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/2008/04/sexy.html' title='♥♥♥♥♥SEXY♥♥♥♥♥'/><author><name>Coraima vs. The World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700711847753941237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01647627738559917283'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810076145970658619.post-4385472334927515798</id><published>2008-04-01T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T18:07:20.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Keep Going Through My Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You see, your always going through my mind. Every time I see you my heart starts to race, every time I talk to you I pray that you won't walk away. Every time you hold me, I pray that you just don't let me go. Your always going through my mind. If I said that I didn't love you, that would be lying; so I'm going to let you know that I do and that I always have. You see, today when you were talking to me by the park, and we hugged I felt like the world just stopped moving so that we could continue holding one another. When I touched your little peach fuzz by your sexy lips, I felt something. I felt a little spark, something that I knew you felt as well. I know that there are times when you deny the fact that there is something there, but I know that you know that there is. Always going through my mind since the day that I lay my eyes on you. You see, there was this one time that me and you kissed. It may have been short, but it meant something; and you noticed it right away. When our lips touched, I was saying in my mind, "I hope that he doesn't stop, please don't stop, just a little bit longer." You see you have my head all messed up, every time I see you, my girls know what I'm about to say, cause they know that you are going through my mind. You know, if you were single right now...I would claim you, I wouldn't even hesitate...I'd just claim you. If you were mine, I would never let you go. You see, I have only known you for two long years, but no matter how long I have known you, I knew right away that you were that someone that I loved. The only thing that you know is that I like you, other than that, you don't know anything else. But when the time comes, I promise you, you won't be in my mind anymore, but you'll be mine. So for now, you got my head all messed up...but one...just one day, I'll claim you. Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810076145970658619-4385472334927515798?l=coraima-justme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/4385472334927515798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810076145970658619&amp;postID=4385472334927515798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/4385472334927515798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/4385472334927515798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-keep-going-through-my-mind.html' title='You Keep Going Through My Mind'/><author><name>Coraima vs. The World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700711847753941237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01647627738559917283'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810076145970658619.post-1125895832039095877</id><published>2008-03-30T19:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T19:20:19.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: symbol"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#0000bf;"&gt;Don't you just hate it when people think that you are dumb? I hate when they think that I am dumb. It just gets on my last nerves. It's like you try to tell them that you know what you are talking about, but still  they think that you are clueless. If I know what I am talking about don't tell me that i don't know. It's gets on my nerves. But if you say anything, your being snotty. Not being snotty, just telling you what I know. So when that happends, what do you do, what do you say, how do you act? These are all good questions that need to be answered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810076145970658619-1125895832039095877?l=coraima-justme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/1125895832039095877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810076145970658619&amp;postID=1125895832039095877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/1125895832039095877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/1125895832039095877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/2008/03/people.html' title='People...'/><author><name>Coraima vs. The World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700711847753941237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01647627738559917283'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810076145970658619.post-2529435715155278901</id><published>2008-03-30T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T11:26:00.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~~~My Starla~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have this great friend. Always has my back and always knows how to make me laugh. Can't say that there is anything about her that I do not like, because then that would be lying. We have known one another for two good years. We've been through everything together. You name it we have been through it. We have only had one fight, and I hope that it stays that way. LOL!! Anytime she needs me, I'm there; anytime I need her, she's there for me. Just this weekend she had a little trouble with something, and I knew that it was hurting her very much. So as always we have a little pep talk, I told her what she could do to feel better. And I hope that it worked out. You see, someone was playing with her heart, someone that she liked very much. And I told her that she needs to move on, don't let this person hurt you, it's not worth it. So, if anyone messes with her, and i find out about it, you have to talk to me, if someone lays a finger on her and I find out, you have to come talk to me. Olivia A.K.A Starla is my girl for life, and always will me. Peace!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JsirfdeZ7mQ/R-_GdbdW0SI/AAAAAAAAAD0/QQOatzfDID4/s1600-h/Olivia+and+Cori+Smiling.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183579905016123682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JsirfdeZ7mQ/R-_GdbdW0SI/AAAAAAAAAD0/QQOatzfDID4/s320/Olivia+and+Cori+Smiling.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810076145970658619-2529435715155278901?l=coraima-justme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/2529435715155278901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810076145970658619&amp;postID=2529435715155278901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/2529435715155278901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/2529435715155278901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-starla.html' title='~~~My Starla~~~'/><author><name>Coraima vs. The World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700711847753941237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01647627738559917283'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JsirfdeZ7mQ/R-_GdbdW0SI/AAAAAAAAAD0/QQOatzfDID4/s72-c/Olivia+and+Cori+Smiling.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810076145970658619.post-2731671652070545486</id><published>2008-03-20T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T09:11:20.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YouTube - Asia Cruise - Selfish [OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pRjn_I4vfns"&gt;YouTube - Asia Cruise - Selfish [OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810076145970658619-2731671652070545486?l=coraima-justme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pRjn_I4vfns' title='YouTube - Asia Cruise - Selfish [OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO]'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/2731671652070545486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810076145970658619&amp;postID=2731671652070545486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/2731671652070545486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/2731671652070545486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/2008/03/youtube-asia-cruise-selfish-official.html' title='YouTube - Asia Cruise - Selfish [OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO]'/><author><name>Coraima vs. The World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700711847753941237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01647627738559917283'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810076145970658619.post-8048114913615396492</id><published>2008-03-20T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T08:54:59.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Friends Pt.3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WOW!! Well...I have another one. Another good friend of mine. Her name is Jasmine and she is the greatest friend ever. She's funny, crazy, and just a great person to have around. She knows how to put a smile on your face no matter what's wrong with you. When I first met her in 7th grade she made me laugh right away. We were in Gym doing our fitness, and we had to lift water bottles (not that hard) and she was like I wonder where the expiration date is on the water bottle. That made me laugh so hard my stomach started to hurt. I was laughing because I never heard of someone asking where the expiration date was on water. She started laughing too, and from there on our friendship grew. We always talk, and we're always hanging out. What makes her a special friend of mine is because...she's a lot more different from all the other girls. She's not a poser, a "B", or anything else like that. She doesn't care what people say about her, no matter if it's good or bad. She simply does not care, and that's what makes her a great person. And that's why she one of my "Best Friends." Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810076145970658619-8048114913615396492?l=coraima-justme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/8048114913615396492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810076145970658619&amp;postID=8048114913615396492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/8048114913615396492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/8048114913615396492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-best-friends-pt3.html' title='My Best Friends Pt.3'/><author><name>Coraima vs. The World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700711847753941237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01647627738559917283'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810076145970658619.post-6769732280722904153</id><published>2008-03-19T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T21:10:30.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Friends Pt.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;LOL!!! I have another good friend. That's right another one. Her name is Gaby. I have been friends with her for the longest time. She has always been there for me. No matter what, I know that I can count on her. But there is a little problem, you see I have get togethers some times, and I invite her; and she comes. But whenever she invites me to places, I can never go. Not that I don't want to go,  but because of "family issues." And when it comes time to tell her that I can't make it I feel so bad. Guilty is a better word. I don't have the heart to tell her that I can't go. But what "I" want to do is make it up to her. How? Don't know. But I want to...she has been a great friend for me. Always there, and always makes me laugh. So I want to say "Thank You." I have been blessed with all the amazing friends that God has blessed me with. And I don't plan on letting them go either. Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810076145970658619-6769732280722904153?l=coraima-justme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/6769732280722904153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810076145970658619&amp;postID=6769732280722904153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/6769732280722904153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/6769732280722904153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-best-friends-pt2.html' title='My Best Friends Pt.2'/><author><name>Coraima vs. The World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700711847753941237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01647627738559917283'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810076145970658619.post-767170990122700064</id><published>2008-03-19T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T20:58:39.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Friend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have this friend named Olivia. She has had my back since I first met her. Anytime I need someone to talk to...she's there, when I need a shoulder to cry on, she's there. To sum it all up, she's a great friend. I can't remember the last time we weren't best of friends. When we first met one another I knew that we would get along quickly. She made me laugh about the most craziest things in the world, and she always knew how to make things right. I remember one time in 7th grade, we were sitting next to one another, I had just transferred in from a new school. I made friends quickly, but still wanted to have more friends. And there she was, as soon as I sat next to her, I couldn't stop laughing and talking (talking is my weakness). But anyway from that moment on, we have been best of friends. We have had our problems before, but that has never changed our friendship. So if you have a friend out there, that you know you just can' live without. Make sure that they know that, and be the very best that you can be. Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810076145970658619-767170990122700064?l=coraima-justme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/767170990122700064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810076145970658619&amp;postID=767170990122700064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/767170990122700064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/767170990122700064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-best-friend.html' title='My Best Friend...'/><author><name>Coraima vs. The World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700711847753941237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01647627738559917283'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810076145970658619.post-4410160262381888054</id><published>2008-03-19T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T16:18:48.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanxs for the Invite!</title><content type='html'>Hey, Cori:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanxs for inviting me as a contributor. I won't be able to post much, as i have my hands full with my own blogs, but i appreciate the invite. Do you have any questions on how-to do something? Just let me know. Shoot me an email, or leave a comment on this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Auntie Missy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Find me here: &lt;a href="http://www.groovyvegetarian.com/"&gt;Groovy Vegetarian&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810076145970658619-4410160262381888054?l=coraima-justme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/4410160262381888054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810076145970658619&amp;postID=4410160262381888054' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/4410160262381888054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/4410160262381888054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/2008/03/thanxs-for-invite.html' title='Thanxs for the Invite!'/><author><name>Missy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16913682155062166022'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810076145970658619.post-1742773485098161269</id><published>2008-03-19T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T16:13:16.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't stand this...</title><content type='html'>Today I had the worst blow out of all time. You see one of my friends invited me to sleep over her house tonight so that we can go to the zoo tomorrow. But my mom has to go around and be the party pooper. I told her what my friend had said, and when she came home she said that I can't go. I can't stand her sometimes. She's getting me so angry, angry to the point that I am goinng crazy. I just want to throw a rock at something just to let out all  this anger that I have. This is the worst Spring Break that I have ever had. I don't get to do anything. All I do is stay home, I don't get to do anything. I hate this spring break. All my other Spring Break's have been fun, something that I look forward to. When I got out of school, I was so excited for this Spring Break, now I can't wait to go back to school. My mom is getting on my last nerves. I'm bored, angry, and going out of my mind. I hate this. But "God" forbid I say anything! What am I going to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810076145970658619-1742773485098161269?l=coraima-justme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/1742773485098161269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810076145970658619&amp;postID=1742773485098161269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/1742773485098161269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/1742773485098161269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-cant-stand-this.html' title='I can&apos;t stand this...'/><author><name>Coraima vs. The World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700711847753941237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01647627738559917283'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810076145970658619.post-2685311307274957022</id><published>2008-03-18T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T10:26:49.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But can't I...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;There are times I just want to hang out with my friends. But my mom always tells me that I want to live the life of an adult, but really I just want to hang out with my friends; at their houses. I don't see why that is a problem. She says that I will be roaming the streets and that my place is home. You see I am an only child, I have not brothers or sisters, and all my cousins are either way older than me, or way younger than me. So I'm stuck. Friends always invite to come over to their house with their parents there, and when I tell my mom, it's always the same answer. "Cori, your place is home, and that is will you are going to stay." God, I hate it when she says that. My mom and I always get into arguments about this kind of stuff; and of course I always lose. But still, what kind of trouble does she think I am going to get into, when my friends parents there? What kind of trouble? I just want to be a kid, and have some fun. Not crazy fun, but good fun. I don't see what the problem is. Maybe I'm just to young to understand, but I still think that I should have just a little bit more freedom. I don't get into any trouble at school, I'm an honor roll student, and I'm a good kid. Now, why can't I get some rewards for that? Uhh!! And when I am at home, it is so boring, there is nothing to do there. My mom says, read, clean, etc. I clean all the time, because my mom is a cleaning fanatic, and I read all the time at school. So what am I to do? No clue...but I have to find something to do...or else I will go crazy! LOL!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810076145970658619-2685311307274957022?l=coraima-justme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/2685311307274957022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810076145970658619&amp;postID=2685311307274957022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/2685311307274957022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810076145970658619/posts/default/2685311307274957022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coraima-justme.blogspot.com/2008/03/but-cant-i.html' title='But can&apos;t I...'/><author><name>Coraima vs. The World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700711847753941237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01647627738559917283'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry></feed>