<?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-7338449245736328698</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:25:49.985-08:00</updated><category term='Places I Love'/><category term='Other'/><category term='Fam[ILY]'/><category term='BestFriends(:'/><title type='text'>Camille's Corner(:</title><subtitle type='html'>Crazy, random things from the heart&amp;lt;3</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338449245736328698/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CamilleBliss(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11107025085008747210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyaAtpdEcuU/SnqWhsfl4DI/AAAAAAAAACI/BBdT-4neH4I/S220/Snapshot_20090728_822.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338449245736328698.post-3465655520856535530</id><published>2009-09-30T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T00:29:29.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Things About Me</title><content type='html'>Okay, I titled this post TEN things originally, but it will probably end up as more, so don't be surprised when it's like 27 or something.&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo, let's get this show on the road.&lt;br /&gt;1. I never listen to the radio. EVER. As far as I'm concerned, the radio plays way too many overplayed crappy songs. No thank you.&lt;br /&gt;2. I am what you would call a picky eater. I only drink chocolate milk and water; I do not eat any candy other than chocolate and green apple Jolly Ranchers; Fruit? I'll pass; Anything with a large amount of flavor, BARF. I like brown foods, like pasta and bread. Yum :)&lt;br /&gt;3. Music is my life. I am never not listening to music, except at school. And even then, I am still playing songs in my head. (Yes, I do that.)&lt;br /&gt;4. I know this is weird, but I am always writing. Not actually recording onto a paper or anything, but anything I hear or say, I will think of a way to put it into a story, a dialogue, a description, you name it. I never actually write these down, because by the time I actually start typing, it's long forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;5. Three words: grammar and spelling. It is "you're" if you are trying to say "you are", people. Not "your". And if you are showing possession, you do use an apostrophe. I could go on for days.&lt;br /&gt;6. I very rarely turn in assignments on time or to the best of my abilities. I do not know why. I'm really forgetful, but I'm attempting to fix that. Attempting.&lt;br /&gt;7. I live by the motto of "We're only young once, let's screw it up right."&lt;br /&gt;8. I love All Time Low and The Maine. I absolutely love them. I love them more than human babies. Which isn't saying much, I don't even like babies. I love them more than chapstick.&lt;br /&gt;9. I love chapstick. Especially the vanilla kind.&lt;br /&gt;10. I hate open doors. I really hate them, I can't stand being in a room with the door open.&lt;br /&gt;11. I lose stuff all the time. It's really a problem.&lt;br /&gt;12. I have the best friends in the country, on this planet, in this galaxy.&lt;br /&gt;13. I don't get enough sleep at all. I can sleep when I'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;14. Volleyball is the sport. I'm pretty athletically challenged, to tell you the truth.&lt;br /&gt;15. I really hate being tall. I'm only 5'6" or something, but I hate it. I will never wear heels in my life. Thank you, DNA.&lt;br /&gt;16. Apparently, I am selfish and don't care about anyone else. I don't think this is true, but I guess I have to live with this reputation.&lt;br /&gt;17. Frosted animal cookies are the best thing ever. I love them with all my heart that is not taken by music, fried rice, chapstick, my friends, and Floyds Knobs, Indiana.&lt;br /&gt;18. I love sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;19. If I had to choose one food to eat for the rest of my life, it would be peas. I could eat how many peas one person normally eats in a year in one sitting. Seriously. I adore those things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338449245736328698-3465655520856535530?l=camillebliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/feeds/3465655520856535530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/2009/09/ten-things-about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338449245736328698/posts/default/3465655520856535530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338449245736328698/posts/default/3465655520856535530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/2009/09/ten-things-about-me.html' title='Ten Things About Me'/><author><name>CamilleBliss(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11107025085008747210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyaAtpdEcuU/SnqWhsfl4DI/AAAAAAAAACI/BBdT-4neH4I/S220/Snapshot_20090728_822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338449245736328698.post-5864049111654913642</id><published>2009-08-17T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T00:59:01.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Volleyball -- The Sport For You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today, I was at volleyball when I started writing this in my head. Which, by the way, is not the best idea when you don't want to look like an idiot. I was just thinking about how hard volleyball actually is. You would be great a volleyball if you enjoy balls being hurled at your face, and are able to pass it in an orderly way to a certain spot. And if you just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;hearing the sound of skin sliding on a gym floor when diving for balls, you really should join the team. If you like wearing pieces of spandex that are somehow supposed to qualify as shorts, then this is the sport for you. And if you are good at multitasking and thinking about, a) what you're supposed to be doing b) what everyone else is doing c) what the other team is doing, and d) that gruesome wedgie that's annoying the heck out of you, you might be really good at this sport. Don't even get me started on how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hot &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;disgusting &lt;/span&gt;it is at practice! Or how your knees smell after games when you take your kneepads off. Ew. Just ew.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I know I made it sound horrible, but it's really not. If you can get over these things, I do recommend it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338449245736328698-5864049111654913642?l=camillebliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/feeds/5864049111654913642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-i-was-at-volleyball-when-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338449245736328698/posts/default/5864049111654913642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338449245736328698/posts/default/5864049111654913642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-i-was-at-volleyball-when-i.html' title='Volleyball -- The Sport For You!'/><author><name>CamilleBliss(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11107025085008747210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyaAtpdEcuU/SnqWhsfl4DI/AAAAAAAAACI/BBdT-4neH4I/S220/Snapshot_20090728_822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338449245736328698.post-116675518841873863</id><published>2009-07-31T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T18:33:40.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SkyCoaster&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is where tomorrow's at! If you don't know what it is, here's a picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/skycoaster" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u74/dollydunk/nhk.jpg" alt="Landon , Brad Bailey, Cody Bailey on SkyCoaster in Lagoon Park, Utah July/06 Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(sorry, another photobucket fail.)&lt;br /&gt;But, basically, you get pulled up to the top of a pole 200 feet in the air, and then you get to pull a cord that disconnects you from the pole! So you free fall, and then swing back and forth. I'm so excited(: Let's hope I don't die or chicken out!&lt;br /&gt;And next thing I wanna do: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;skydiving&lt;/span&gt;! But you have to be 18, so I have a few years :(&lt;br /&gt;Oh well! Back to the six flags where my phone died. This may be an extremely emotional experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338449245736328698-116675518841873863?l=camillebliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/feeds/116675518841873863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/2009/07/skycoaster3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338449245736328698/posts/default/116675518841873863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338449245736328698/posts/default/116675518841873863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/2009/07/skycoaster3.html' title='SkyCoaster&lt;3'/><author><name>CamilleBliss(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11107025085008747210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyaAtpdEcuU/SnqWhsfl4DI/AAAAAAAAACI/BBdT-4neH4I/S220/Snapshot_20090728_822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338449245736328698.post-4670115416681386538</id><published>2009-07-29T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T18:56:25.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear iPhone,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It was great while it lasted, buddy. You might not have been the new 3GS, but you were pretty awesome. You totally killed my boredom on trains and cars over the summer with weird apps, like Hot Dog Mania and Sally's Spa. I don't even mind that now I have to transfer 500+ songs onto my iPod nano. I don't even care that now I have a bum Razr. I mean, seriously, who even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wants &lt;/span&gt;easy internet on their phone? Or accessing myspace and facebook? Who cares? That's what a computer is for, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit, maybe it wasn't wise to bring you in my pocket while going on a river rapid ride (which, by the way, sucked.) and proceed to get soaking wet (in white pants, mind you!). Maybe I should've left you on dry land, but, in my defense, who gets soaked to the bone on river rafting rides in amusement parks? I could totally sue.&lt;br /&gt;And, now that the 3G is only 99 bucks, I could possibly get another. I only need to get....91 dollars more. Plus tax. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;So, thanks, my great phone. You will be deeply missed. RIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338449245736328698-4670115416681386538?l=camillebliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/feeds/4670115416681386538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-iphone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338449245736328698/posts/default/4670115416681386538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338449245736328698/posts/default/4670115416681386538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-iphone.html' title='Dear iPhone,'/><author><name>CamilleBliss(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11107025085008747210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyaAtpdEcuU/SnqWhsfl4DI/AAAAAAAAACI/BBdT-4neH4I/S220/Snapshot_20090728_822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338449245736328698.post-7062727036799596771</id><published>2009-07-27T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T01:02:22.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone needs to slap me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Today, I found myself &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wanting &lt;/span&gt;school to start. I'm not sure why. I don't think I should be.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I'm one of those people who starts counting down the days until summer a month into school. So today, when I wanted to start school to start, I knew something was wrong. Only a month until I see people on a daily basis again! Yayy(:&lt;br /&gt;But, during school time, I can't exactly stay up till 4 am online, now can I? That's no fun :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338449245736328698-7062727036799596771?l=camillebliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/feeds/7062727036799596771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/2009/07/someone-needs-to-slap-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338449245736328698/posts/default/7062727036799596771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338449245736328698/posts/default/7062727036799596771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/2009/07/someone-needs-to-slap-me.html' title='Someone needs to slap me.'/><author><name>CamilleBliss(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11107025085008747210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyaAtpdEcuU/SnqWhsfl4DI/AAAAAAAAACI/BBdT-4neH4I/S220/Snapshot_20090728_822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338449245736328698.post-5466317455718684805</id><published>2009-07-23T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T23:37:30.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Are you allowed to keep your husbands in heaven? Because if you're not, I am TOTALLY going clubbing."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lmao, random Logan moment.&lt;br /&gt;I recently started playing Bejeweled because of her, and now she's getting quite competitive. Not that she considers me any competition, apparently. Gee, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Logan: "Am I competitive? I think I am. Are we getting competitive? Not that you're any competition. You aren't very great."&lt;br /&gt;And I thought I was doing pretty well today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338449245736328698-5466317455718684805?l=camillebliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/feeds/5466317455718684805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/2009/07/are-you-allowed-to-keep-your-husbands.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338449245736328698/posts/default/5466317455718684805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338449245736328698/posts/default/5466317455718684805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/2009/07/are-you-allowed-to-keep-your-husbands.html' title='&quot;Are you allowed to keep your husbands in heaven? Because if you&apos;re not, I am TOTALLY going clubbing.&quot;'/><author><name>CamilleBliss(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11107025085008747210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyaAtpdEcuU/SnqWhsfl4DI/AAAAAAAAACI/BBdT-4neH4I/S220/Snapshot_20090728_822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338449245736328698.post-7438966543996133270</id><published>2009-07-23T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T23:38:50.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creepy Obsessed Weirdo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That describes my sister right now. Or all the time, rather.&lt;br /&gt;Well, first, she stood outside the door of the bathroom and looked through the bottom of the door while I was showering.&lt;br /&gt;Now, she has made a bed underneath my bed and is talking to herself and being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;weird.&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, this is odd. Please save me.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I just realized that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;reepy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;bsessed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;eirdo spells out &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COW&lt;/span&gt;. Lmao, niceee(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338449245736328698-7438966543996133270?l=camillebliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/feeds/7438966543996133270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/2009/07/creepy-obsessed-weirdo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338449245736328698/posts/default/7438966543996133270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338449245736328698/posts/default/7438966543996133270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/2009/07/creepy-obsessed-weirdo.html' title='Creepy Obsessed Weirdo.'/><author><name>CamilleBliss(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11107025085008747210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyaAtpdEcuU/SnqWhsfl4DI/AAAAAAAAACI/BBdT-4neH4I/S220/Snapshot_20090728_822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338449245736328698.post-8052077347740899724</id><published>2009-07-20T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T11:08:33.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funniest video EVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lmao, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; this video. I don't really know how I found it, but it's quite hilarious. I'm not sure if it's even real, but it still cracks me up every time. Hmmm, it's actually quite a good idea. I could totally team up with another sibling and do this to one of the others (okay, that makes it sound like we have a lot of kids in our family. Only 4, okay?)! We'll see(:&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, watch this! My favorite part has to be 1:07 - 1:13. The kid who did this is a genius! There's other ones by him too, and they are really entertaining too(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YersIyzsOpc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YersIyzsOpc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338449245736328698-8052077347740899724?l=camillebliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/feeds/8052077347740899724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/2009/07/funniest-video-ever.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338449245736328698/posts/default/8052077347740899724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338449245736328698/posts/default/8052077347740899724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/2009/07/funniest-video-ever.html' title='Funniest video EVER!'/><author><name>CamilleBliss(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11107025085008747210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyaAtpdEcuU/SnqWhsfl4DI/AAAAAAAAACI/BBdT-4neH4I/S220/Snapshot_20090728_822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338449245736328698.post-6280585613159323307</id><published>2009-07-19T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T13:44:00.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOUR FOR YOU GLEN COCO! YOU GO GLEN COCO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sorry, I felt like saying that(:&lt;br /&gt;Did you know there's a Facebook group called "FOUR FOR YOU GLEN COCO! YOU GO GLEN COCO!"? It's true. I totally joined it. That's like my favorite quote ever! I just cracked up while watching this video(: Gosh, I'm such a dork!&lt;br /&gt;You go Glen Coco(:&lt;br /&gt;And nothing for Gretchen Weiners.. LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/htyf5wnC96w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/htyf5wnC96w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338449245736328698-6280585613159323307?l=camillebliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/feeds/6280585613159323307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/2009/07/four-for-you-glen-coco-you-go-glen-coco.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338449245736328698/posts/default/6280585613159323307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338449245736328698/posts/default/6280585613159323307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/2009/07/four-for-you-glen-coco-you-go-glen-coco.html' title='FOUR FOR YOU GLEN COCO! YOU GO GLEN COCO!'/><author><name>CamilleBliss(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11107025085008747210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyaAtpdEcuU/SnqWhsfl4DI/AAAAAAAAACI/BBdT-4neH4I/S220/Snapshot_20090728_822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338449245736328698.post-3973287079561670450</id><published>2009-07-19T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T08:40:30.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well! Tomorrow, I actually have no idea how/when/where, but at some point imma see CashCash! I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; I have a ride. Soooo, I just know that tomorrow night, I'll be there(: Check 'em out, I guarantee you'll fall in&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S2OOe8F4URU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S2OOe8F4URU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338449245736328698-3973287079561670450?l=camillebliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/feeds/3973287079561670450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/2009/07/tomorrow3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338449245736328698/posts/default/3973287079561670450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338449245736328698/posts/default/3973287079561670450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/2009/07/tomorrow3.html' title='Tomorrow&lt;3'/><author><name>CamilleBliss(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11107025085008747210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyaAtpdEcuU/SnqWhsfl4DI/AAAAAAAAACI/BBdT-4neH4I/S220/Snapshot_20090728_822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338449245736328698.post-162742522248871556</id><published>2009-07-18T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T21:12:11.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You learn something new every day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I feel kinda stupid, but today it occurred to me that at Outback Steakhouse, on the menu where it says "Straight Off The Barbie", they're referring to barbeque. FML!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338449245736328698-162742522248871556?l=camillebliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/feeds/162742522248871556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-learn-something-new-every-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338449245736328698/posts/default/162742522248871556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338449245736328698/posts/default/162742522248871556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-learn-something-new-every-day.html' title='You learn something new every day!'/><author><name>CamilleBliss(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11107025085008747210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyaAtpdEcuU/SnqWhsfl4DI/AAAAAAAAACI/BBdT-4neH4I/S220/Snapshot_20090728_822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338449245736328698.post-5663733229276937441</id><published>2009-07-18T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T08:25:17.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, here's the thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We have to take our clothes off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Har har, jaykay(:&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hate when you forget what you're gonna write? That &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; just happened. I wrote "Don't you hate when" because I was going to write something, and then I change tabs, come back in a few minutes and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAM! &lt;/span&gt;no more idea :(&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, i just remembered! Don't you hate when a song is a different version than the one you listened to? Just happened to me! Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways! I haven't updated my blog in...2 days! Oh gosh, I'm slipping! Well, I am now so no worries brahh(:&lt;br /&gt;I'm very happy! I'm getting a southern accent I think. That's what I get for being in Indiana for a few months(:&lt;br /&gt;Well, today we went to Six Flags and rode this baby:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/chang" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e280/nthatf01/Chang.jpg" border="0" alt="Chang Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry for the bum photo, I searched photobucket &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everywhere &lt;/span&gt;but all the results were weird anime stuff. And this.) So, I had an awesome time there! And then we saw Ice Age after (in 3-D!). I love Sid and that nameless squirrel -- maybe it has a name, but I don't know it! -- that's always trying to get that darn acorn! They're my favorites(:&lt;br /&gt;And I got a Facebook! I love it, way more than Myspace! I love the groups, imma go join some right now. But my mom is a total facebook bully. She comments my pictures all meanly (okay, first of all, I don't think that's a word. Second of all, she's not that all mean.)! Well, not really... But she's more popular than me! She has wayy more friends. We'll have to change that!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well I'm off to go Facebook!&lt;br /&gt;Check out my two favorite songs right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/daTyUWe4occ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/daTyUWe4occ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking On The Moon -- The Dream&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eOWLRa0iui8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eOWLRa0iui8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chillin -- Wale ft. Lady Gaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&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/7338449245736328698-5663733229276937441?l=camillebliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/feeds/5663733229276937441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-heres-thing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338449245736328698/posts/default/5663733229276937441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338449245736328698/posts/default/5663733229276937441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-heres-thing.html' title='So, here&apos;s the thing...'/><author><name>CamilleBliss(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11107025085008747210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyaAtpdEcuU/SnqWhsfl4DI/AAAAAAAAACI/BBdT-4neH4I/S220/Snapshot_20090728_822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338449245736328698.post-8061110500088107718</id><published>2009-07-17T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T06:54:18.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh, my school LIED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was very looking forward to getting our schedules &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;, when they were supposed to by delivered to. Did I get a schedule via email, like I was supposed to? Nope. So this anxiety and impatience has to go on! Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;I did, however, check on edline and get a variety of confusing class codes and numbers. I could guess about two. Other than that, I have no idea what classes I'm in next year. So I'm hoping, hoping, hoping they'll give 'em to us today! Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338449245736328698-8061110500088107718?l=camillebliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/feeds/8061110500088107718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/2009/07/ugh-my-school-lied.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338449245736328698/posts/default/8061110500088107718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338449245736328698/posts/default/8061110500088107718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/2009/07/ugh-my-school-lied.html' title='Ugh, my school LIED!'/><author><name>CamilleBliss(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11107025085008747210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyaAtpdEcuU/SnqWhsfl4DI/AAAAAAAAACI/BBdT-4neH4I/S220/Snapshot_20090728_822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338449245736328698.post-6490102086138059967</id><published>2009-07-15T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T12:03:15.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, Computer Stalkers, Life-Runing Sisters, and Cash Cash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, we'll go in order of my title! First of all, rain(:&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning at 11ish, and it was super dark. But with the lightning and rain made it super beautiful(: I wish we had lightning storms in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;808STATE &lt;/span&gt;like we do here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"And when it rains on your parade, look up rather than down. Without the rain, there would be no rainbow." ~ G.K. Chesterton.&lt;br /&gt;Soooo true(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/rain/chris10af/puddle.png?o=5" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p160/chris10af/puddle.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm not really sure where I got the computer stalkers thing from. I think it's because I was making an account for something and yano, those drop down suggestions that you've wrote before? Well, some options were "camille_titian" and "titian123", and I can tell you, I have never used those usernames before (though, maybe i should...)! And, as a side note, I couldn't find the exclaimation mark key right then...I'm going psycho! Aha(: So, back to my point. Someone was on my computer making fake accounts as me apparently o_O"&lt;br /&gt;My life-ruining sister is ruining my summer! So, I can go to NC and see Warped maybe. But instead, I have to stay here and watch her! Ugh, this is so irking.&lt;br /&gt;And CashCash! I get to see them in 4 days(:&lt;br /&gt;YAAAAAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338449245736328698-6490102086138059967?l=camillebliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/feeds/6490102086138059967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/2009/07/rain-computer-stalkers-life-runing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338449245736328698/posts/default/6490102086138059967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338449245736328698/posts/default/6490102086138059967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/2009/07/rain-computer-stalkers-life-runing.html' title='Rain, Computer Stalkers, Life-Runing Sisters, and Cash Cash'/><author><name>CamilleBliss(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11107025085008747210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyaAtpdEcuU/SnqWhsfl4DI/AAAAAAAAACI/BBdT-4neH4I/S220/Snapshot_20090728_822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338449245736328698.post-7451031210380460514</id><published>2009-07-14T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T18:43:29.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite band ever(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is The Maine. I&lt;3them! I think if I get to see them at Warped this month imma drop dead on the spot!&lt;br /&gt;Check 'em out(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eSOhSVQ6FiE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eSOhSVQ6FiE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338449245736328698-7451031210380460514?l=camillebliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/feeds/7451031210380460514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-favorite-band-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338449245736328698/posts/default/7451031210380460514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338449245736328698/posts/default/7451031210380460514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-favorite-band-ever.html' title='My favorite band ever(:'/><author><name>CamilleBliss(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11107025085008747210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyaAtpdEcuU/SnqWhsfl4DI/AAAAAAAAACI/BBdT-4neH4I/S220/Snapshot_20090728_822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338449245736328698.post-5310507363926786293</id><published>2009-07-14T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T15:20:06.392-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Places I Love'/><title type='text'>Hawaii = A Freakish Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Okay, so I've come to the conclusion that Hawaii is just full of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;freaks&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, compared to Hawaii, Kentucky is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;normal. The islands must just be like a place that the USA secretly sends all the people that they don't want on the mainland. Because there are way more weird people there than anywhere else I've been. One time, when we were at a traffic light downtown, there was a man dressed up like a lady right across the street. Now, that might not seem &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;weird. But then s/he started taking off his/her clothes, peeing on a tree, and dancing. At the same time. And here in Kentucky? Nothing. No tree-peeing, dancing shims. Not even a single hobo! And Hawaii? Don't get me started on the crazy people I've seen there! (Not to mention the crazy dorks that are my friends :P) Especially after reading Logan's stories when she's freaking out on the bus(:&lt;br /&gt;So, if you enjoy people-watching weirdos, or if you are a weirdo, then I recommend that you visit our lovely, freakish island home. If you don't enjoy these people, then don't come! You'll be in for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quite &lt;/span&gt;a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;Camille&lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338449245736328698-5310507363926786293?l=camillebliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/feeds/5310507363926786293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/2009/07/hawaii-freakish-place.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338449245736328698/posts/default/5310507363926786293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338449245736328698/posts/default/5310507363926786293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/2009/07/hawaii-freakish-place.html' title='Hawaii = A Freakish Place'/><author><name>CamilleBliss(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11107025085008747210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyaAtpdEcuU/SnqWhsfl4DI/AAAAAAAAACI/BBdT-4neH4I/S220/Snapshot_20090728_822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338449245736328698.post-3671492231019312089</id><published>2009-07-13T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T15:20:24.654-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fam[ILY]'/><title type='text'>My mother, the cat lady.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Today, when my mom called, she informed me that she has turned into a cat lady because she misses my sister and I. Apparently, she spends a lot of time with our 3 cats now and she said, "they're so spoiled now! They get fresh water &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every day&lt;/span&gt; now!"&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess that fulfilling your pets' basic needs now qualifies as spoiling them. We are such wonderful cat owners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338449245736328698-3671492231019312089?l=camillebliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/feeds/3671492231019312089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-mother-cat-lady.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338449245736328698/posts/default/3671492231019312089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338449245736328698/posts/default/3671492231019312089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-mother-cat-lady.html' title='My mother, the cat lady.'/><author><name>CamilleBliss(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11107025085008747210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyaAtpdEcuU/SnqWhsfl4DI/AAAAAAAAACI/BBdT-4neH4I/S220/Snapshot_20090728_822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338449245736328698.post-1524236131211349321</id><published>2009-07-13T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T15:21:26.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Other'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BestFriends(:'/><title type='text'>I hate it when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Someone harasses you via myspace or text. Well not necessarily harass, but they won't tell you who they are and expect to have a conversation with you. Like out of nowhere, they text you saying "so we meet again", but you have no idea who they are. And they won't tell you.&lt;br /&gt;This has happened to me actually quite a few times. But mostly, it's someone I know being lame. Lmao, but one time was actually scary. Bobby, this random myspace hacker, was IM-ing me from Logan's account. And it wasn't her, because I was on the phone with her freaking out. That guy was so creepy! I'll bet it was some 40 year old man. Ewwww... But then he went offline to harass a dog. Haven't ran into him since.&lt;br /&gt;But, I've found a solution that kinda works, most of the time. You tell them you're gonna call the cops, and then they finally tell you who they are, most likely your friend on her mom's phone (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOGAN!&lt;/span&gt;). But I won't mention names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338449245736328698-1524236131211349321?l=camillebliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/feeds/1524236131211349321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hate-it-when.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338449245736328698/posts/default/1524236131211349321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338449245736328698/posts/default/1524236131211349321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hate-it-when.html' title='I hate it when...'/><author><name>CamilleBliss(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11107025085008747210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyaAtpdEcuU/SnqWhsfl4DI/AAAAAAAAACI/BBdT-4neH4I/S220/Snapshot_20090728_822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338449245736328698.post-7916730792121322866</id><published>2009-07-13T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T15:21:12.892-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BestFriends(:'/><title type='text'>Popular Hobos, Hospital Cheese, and Ex-ing Cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This is a post about the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;craziest, funniest, most amazing girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt; named Logan.&lt;br /&gt;(well, she told me to write about her, so here goes!)&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering about the title, I was just looking at all these recent texts from her and those are some random topics we were talking about. Hah, so these are three reasons why I love LoganTaylor:&lt;br /&gt;1. We have about a million inside jokes, such as&lt;br /&gt;-NO FEEDING!&lt;br /&gt;-Bobby, the dog harasser.&lt;br /&gt;-If you hold on, you'll fall off, so just let go!&lt;br /&gt;-Fish on a pizza in a trashcan because they're dirty!&lt;br /&gt;-I party like a rockstar, look like a movie star, play like an all star, fish like a fisherman!&lt;br /&gt;2. She's the most &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;boring texter ever. (does that make sense?)&lt;br /&gt;3. When you are with her, it is impossible to&lt;br /&gt;-Be bored&lt;br /&gt;-Get anything done&lt;br /&gt;-Sleep&lt;br /&gt;-Do nothing&lt;br /&gt;-Not laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338449245736328698-7916730792121322866?l=camillebliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/feeds/7916730792121322866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/2009/07/popular-hobos-hospital-cheese-and-ex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338449245736328698/posts/default/7916730792121322866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338449245736328698/posts/default/7916730792121322866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/2009/07/popular-hobos-hospital-cheese-and-ex.html' title='Popular Hobos, Hospital Cheese, and Ex-ing Cats'/><author><name>CamilleBliss(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11107025085008747210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyaAtpdEcuU/SnqWhsfl4DI/AAAAAAAAACI/BBdT-4neH4I/S220/Snapshot_20090728_822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338449245736328698.post-6261511148416937235</id><published>2009-07-13T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T15:20:06.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Places I Love'/><title type='text'>Washington DC Baby(;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Okay, so I just got back from DC at about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 am in the morning &lt;/span&gt;(and yes, I did that on purpose; Eminem shout out! haha) today, and let me tell you, it was very awesome there(:&lt;br /&gt;I've decided there are only two main types of people in DC: serious business people who walk super fast with their Blackberries and iPhones whipped out &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;dorky tourists who get in their way. And guess which type I fell into? Oh yes, I walked around that city looking like the cheesiest tourist ever. But whatever, I had a great time with my family(:&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Obama was in Russia all week, so we had no chance of seeing him :( Maybe next time!&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm pretty sure I want to be in politics, because the capitol was verrrrry cool :D&lt;br /&gt;So, I think Washington DC is probably number 2 for my favorite cities list. Just behind San Fran, of course(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I was super scared on the metro because of the accident just a couple of weeks ago! RIP to the 9 souls who passed that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338449245736328698-6261511148416937235?l=camillebliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/feeds/6261511148416937235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/2009/07/washington-dc-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338449245736328698/posts/default/6261511148416937235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338449245736328698/posts/default/6261511148416937235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/2009/07/washington-dc-baby.html' title='Washington DC Baby(;'/><author><name>CamilleBliss(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11107025085008747210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyaAtpdEcuU/SnqWhsfl4DI/AAAAAAAAACI/BBdT-4neH4I/S220/Snapshot_20090728_822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338449245736328698.post-7509987069483594630</id><published>2009-07-13T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T15:21:41.817-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Other'/><title type='text'>New Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Okay, so here's the deal: I got this blog because one of my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best friends ever &lt;/span&gt;wrote a blog, and it was quite awesome. So I have decided to make one! Hah, so here I am on the world wide web, all thanks to Logie(:&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I'm currently a little confused with this whole thing.. But I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;attempting &lt;/span&gt;to figure this place out.&lt;br /&gt;So come back, read, and comment so I don't feel like a major dork writing for nobody! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7338449245736328698-7509987069483594630?l=camillebliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/feeds/7509987069483594630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338449245736328698/posts/default/7509987069483594630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338449245736328698/posts/default/7509987069483594630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillebliss.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-blog.html' title='New Blog!'/><author><name>CamilleBliss(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11107025085008747210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyaAtpdEcuU/SnqWhsfl4DI/AAAAAAAAACI/BBdT-4neH4I/S220/Snapshot_20090728_822.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
