<?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-3748426494909130004</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:57:13.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Enough</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>P. A. R. I. S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178985046270394651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748426494909130004.post-5562932766163853059</id><published>2009-05-06T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:25:14.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this summer is going to be so much fun&lt;br /&gt;and its going to be filled with love.&lt;br /&gt;in my family i have 2weddings comeing up&lt;br /&gt;and im lucky enough to walk in both.&lt;br /&gt;one is in July the other in August&lt;br /&gt;both by my two older cousins.&lt;br /&gt;i also graduate which is another achievement.&lt;br /&gt;my nephew is graduating and going off to high school.&lt;br /&gt;im moving away for school,&lt;br /&gt;and my sister is going back to school.&lt;br /&gt;this summer is going to be filled with happy tears&lt;br /&gt;and lots of gatherings and parties.&lt;br /&gt;im also going to spend alot of time with all of my friends&lt;br /&gt;in and out of school&lt;br /&gt;makeing sure i savvor every moment.&lt;br /&gt;i plan to go out alot&lt;br /&gt;and just do everything that i wanted to do before.&lt;br /&gt;i turn 18 in june.&lt;br /&gt;so i wont really have a problem either.&lt;br /&gt;im going to be working&lt;br /&gt;making money to save up for school&lt;br /&gt;in cases of emergency.&lt;br /&gt;but i can tell you one thing.&lt;br /&gt;i know im going to miss my brooklyn life style alot.&lt;br /&gt;but most of all&lt;br /&gt;besides my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;im going to miss my goddaughter.&lt;br /&gt;the more she grows.&lt;br /&gt;the less she'll see me..&lt;br /&gt;and when i come back she'll forget that i ever exsisted because shes still a baby&lt;br /&gt;((another tear drop))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3748426494909130004-5562932766163853059?l=justenoughgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/5562932766163853059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3748426494909130004&amp;postID=5562932766163853059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/5562932766163853059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/5562932766163853059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-summer-is-going-to-be-so-much-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>P. A. R. I. S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178985046270394651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748426494909130004.post-4810766609007396154</id><published>2009-05-06T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:18:14.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Senior Week</title><content type='html'>for senior week i have so many things in mind.&lt;br /&gt;i want to go to gradnight at six flags&lt;br /&gt;i think that would be hella fun&lt;br /&gt;i want to go on a boat ride where&lt;br /&gt;everyone has to dress up and look elegant.&lt;br /&gt;i want to have picnics in the park&lt;br /&gt;a real park.&lt;br /&gt;a nice park.&lt;br /&gt;i want to have movie nights&lt;br /&gt;and trips where we can all come together.&lt;br /&gt;with just the SENIORS&lt;br /&gt;and the staff.&lt;br /&gt;Senior Week will be our last week together...&lt;br /&gt;as a U.A.M.A. senior student class...&lt;br /&gt;((Tear Drop))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3748426494909130004-4810766609007396154?l=justenoughgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/4810766609007396154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3748426494909130004&amp;postID=4810766609007396154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/4810766609007396154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/4810766609007396154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/2009/05/senior-week.html' title='Senior Week'/><author><name>P. A. R. I. S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178985046270394651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748426494909130004.post-2735562678705849143</id><published>2009-05-06T20:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:10:28.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PrOm</title><content type='html'>Omg i cannot wait till prom.&lt;br /&gt;i already have my dress and shoes&lt;br /&gt;all i need now is my acessories, make-up and hair&lt;br /&gt;my dress is green&lt;br /&gt;but i wont say how it looks or the designer&lt;br /&gt;because i dont want anyone coping me.&lt;br /&gt;prom night is going to be hella fun.&lt;br /&gt;me and some of the kids from school are getting in a party bus to and after prom&lt;br /&gt;to where ever we decide to go.&lt;br /&gt;i know i want to party like i never been to one in my life&lt;br /&gt;and i plan on doing so.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to see how everyone is going to look&lt;br /&gt;with there dresses and make-up and shoes.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if there going to do prom king and queen&lt;br /&gt;that would be fun too.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to get our yearbooks and tee-shirts&lt;br /&gt;mostly the yearbook because everyone put so much effort forth towards the job&lt;br /&gt;and meeting the headline..&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait till i have to stop worrying about school work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3748426494909130004-2735562678705849143?l=justenoughgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/2735562678705849143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3748426494909130004&amp;postID=2735562678705849143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/2735562678705849143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/2735562678705849143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/2009/05/prom.html' title='PrOm'/><author><name>P. A. R. I. S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178985046270394651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748426494909130004.post-6449598550567199916</id><published>2009-05-06T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:03:55.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>graduation.</title><content type='html'>i cant believe that my four years of high school are about to be over.&lt;br /&gt;that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; graduating and going off to college.&lt;br /&gt;that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; about to be an adult by law&lt;br /&gt;and that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; be parting ways from all of my friends and family,&lt;br /&gt;because no1 else is going to my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Binghamton&lt;/span&gt; will be fun  and i will meet new people.&lt;br /&gt;but its also going to be hard having no back bone.&lt;br /&gt;its not like when i came to U.A.M.A. and had no 1 that i knew from my Jr.H.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; away.&lt;br /&gt;with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;roommate&lt;/span&gt; that i might not like.&lt;br /&gt;in a different place of N.Y. that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not use to.&lt;br /&gt;at graduation &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to cry&lt;br /&gt;this i know for a fact.&lt;br /&gt;Tears of joy and sadness..&lt;br /&gt;to see my peers graduating is another thing that i know will touch my heart majorly.&lt;br /&gt;to leave the teachers and school that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; come so familiar with.&lt;br /&gt;wow...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a big girl now((like the H&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;uggies&lt;/span&gt; commercial))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3748426494909130004-6449598550567199916?l=justenoughgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/6449598550567199916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3748426494909130004&amp;postID=6449598550567199916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/6449598550567199916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/6449598550567199916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/2009/05/graduation.html' title='graduation.'/><author><name>P. A. R. I. S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178985046270394651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748426494909130004.post-7308640688330540947</id><published>2009-05-06T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T19:46:44.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im happy i got a new phone, but at the same time i miss my old pink baby.&lt;br /&gt;my new phone is blue and its a Palm by Cingular.&lt;br /&gt;I like that its new and touch screen and stuff,&lt;br /&gt;but im really just a simple girl&lt;br /&gt;so i always felt like my simple phone fitted me.&lt;br /&gt;when my friends found out that i got a new phone they were so surprised.&lt;br /&gt;they made ton of jokes and stuff which was funny.&lt;br /&gt;everyone is so stuck on materialistic things that they dont understand&lt;br /&gt;that sometimes simplicity is the way to go.&lt;br /&gt;and its so funny because i went to the Cingular store&lt;br /&gt;to see if they could transfer my information&lt;br /&gt;and when the Cingular helper seen my old phone&lt;br /&gt;even he made jokes on it(lol)&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt offended..it was pretty funny..&lt;br /&gt;but what was even funnier was that he tried&lt;br /&gt;to get me to get a newer phone&lt;br /&gt;because he said my verison was the 1 from two yrs ago..&lt;br /&gt;i guess i could never be on time with the phone fashion((lol))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3748426494909130004-7308640688330540947?l=justenoughgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/7308640688330540947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3748426494909130004&amp;postID=7308640688330540947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/7308640688330540947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/7308640688330540947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-happy-i-got-new-phone-but-at-same.html' title=''/><author><name>P. A. R. I. S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178985046270394651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748426494909130004.post-4985760169843860447</id><published>2009-05-06T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T19:38:48.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>being extra...</title><content type='html'>I want to be your arms, I want to feel your touch,I want your lips on mine, I need you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this quote is touching. to describe what you want from a person. to long for a persons touch and smell must mean that you really love the person. to crave them near you, to need them shows that its more than just a physical thing, but a mental connection between the peoples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i wasnt raised in a household where this was seen, and came natural, this is the feeling that i want to have for the person i marry and have kids with. i would rather this feeling of this type of committment where both parties r committed, than a life where im dating for years on end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3748426494909130004-4985760169843860447?l=justenoughgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/4985760169843860447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3748426494909130004&amp;postID=4985760169843860447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/4985760169843860447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/4985760169843860447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/2009/05/being-extra.html' title='being extra...'/><author><name>P. A. R. I. S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178985046270394651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748426494909130004.post-4537303044807922961</id><published>2009-05-06T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T19:26:55.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poetry...</title><content type='html'>growing up i always loved poems weather they rhymed or not,as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; as they had a purpose. i love to write poetry when i feel inspired but for the most part i read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of it. this month my favorite poem is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POEM OF THE WEEK&lt;br /&gt;My Angel by Sarah&lt;br /&gt;For you my sweet angel I would die&lt;br /&gt;I'd pick all the stars from the sky&lt;br /&gt;And give them all just for you&lt;br /&gt;To let you know how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My angel I'll love you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; all eternity&lt;br /&gt;I would do anything for you sweetie&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this poem from my heart&lt;br /&gt;To let you know your my sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stay with me forever&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand and lets be together&lt;br /&gt;Lets fly up to the heavens above&lt;br /&gt;And show everyone we are in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;i loved this poem so much because it just seemed real. every word felt like it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;genuine&lt;/span&gt; and that she meant it. while reading the poem i felt like it was talking to me, for some reason it sounded personal, like something i could of made myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3748426494909130004-4537303044807922961?l=justenoughgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/4537303044807922961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3748426494909130004&amp;postID=4537303044807922961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/4537303044807922961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/4537303044807922961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/2009/05/poetry.html' title='poetry...'/><author><name>P. A. R. I. S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178985046270394651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748426494909130004.post-2538688758345576224</id><published>2009-05-06T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T19:09:37.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;dating to me seems to get harder the older you get. when i first started talking to guys and having boyfriends it was much easier for me to find somebody that i liked, but i guess because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; getting older and pickier and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; coming to the understanding of what a "boyfriend" should look like its harder for me to find a "guy". the type of guys that i dated when i was younger was "the gangsters". i liked the exciting life that they held, and the fact that they were known, respected and so many people were afraid of them.growing up i always felt as though i was more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;matured&lt;/span&gt; for my age, and even now i still feel the same way. but i could look at myself and see a change.now that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; older i like guys with more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;appropriate&lt;/span&gt; personalities that i can have an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;intellectual&lt;/span&gt; conversation with,dress nice,family &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;orientated&lt;/span&gt;,tall and funny.i just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; find anything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; in a person that cant apply themselves anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;this friday im suppose to be going out on a date, i've been talking to this guy for a little while now, and alothough i know that he's not the right guy for me, and that we'll never be together, something about him just wont let me let him go, i think its because he always keeps a smile on my face, even when im mad at him. like he brings out the kid in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3748426494909130004-2538688758345576224?l=justenoughgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/2538688758345576224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3748426494909130004&amp;postID=2538688758345576224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/2538688758345576224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/2538688758345576224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/2009/05/dating.html' title='Dating...'/><author><name>P. A. R. I. S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178985046270394651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748426494909130004.post-6680953197525949447</id><published>2009-05-06T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T18:48:25.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;What a day. I can honestly say that hanging out with my friends never get boring...like ever. Its amazing how we can just hang out and laugh and have so much fun with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;.On Saturday were going to a party together which is going to be so much fun, I love to party, but partying with my close friends is just a whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nother&lt;/span&gt; situation(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;).Something about parties just brings out the other side of and allows me to break free and just relax, which is strange because your around a whole bunch of people that you just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; no. After the party on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; we plan on sleeping at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;shavette&lt;/span&gt; house which is like a party all in itself.I love families &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;welcoming&lt;/span&gt; and taking the friends in like family.I cant wait for my weekend to start, its going to just be full of fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3748426494909130004-6680953197525949447?l=justenoughgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/6680953197525949447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3748426494909130004&amp;postID=6680953197525949447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/6680953197525949447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/6680953197525949447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-day.html' title='my day...'/><author><name>P. A. R. I. S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178985046270394651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748426494909130004.post-2065420398691305334</id><published>2009-05-05T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:46:57.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mojito...more that wat meets the eye</title><content type='html'>i think that its funny that the teachers and school mates in my school think that me and my friends are just girls that like to get wild, when in all actuality its more than that. were young women who have goals ahead of us,and have a good head on our shoulders. personally i think that my personal life doesnt concern anyone. but its w.e i guess some people get a blast from hearing about other peoples happy fun lives since theres is so boring.&lt;br /&gt;my and my gurls do everything...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;baby showers &gt; shopping&lt;br /&gt;&gt;parties &gt; we cry together&lt;br /&gt;&gt;sleep overs &gt; help eachother&lt;br /&gt;&gt;girl talk &gt; videos(movies, raps,dancing)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;movies&lt;br /&gt;&gt;dinner&lt;br /&gt;&gt;outtings&lt;br /&gt;like its really more than what meets the eye with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3748426494909130004-2065420398691305334?l=justenoughgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/2065420398691305334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3748426494909130004&amp;postID=2065420398691305334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/2065420398691305334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/2065420398691305334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think-that-its-funny-that-teachers.html' title='mojito...more that wat meets the eye'/><author><name>P. A. R. I. S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178985046270394651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748426494909130004.post-3272474958159840211</id><published>2009-05-05T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:25:37.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>food</title><content type='html'>Lately i've been trying to be on a diet and eat well, but it hasnt been working for me so good. its not that im doing bad i just think that i can do better with the choices i make. i realized that i eat alot of candy and chocolate and now i see that i have a cavity which is really bugging me out. but really the only reason that i eat so much chocolate is not because i love it so much, but because i use it as a meal. for instance when i work till late and i know that they didnt cook at home, i would eat a snikers bar to keep me because i know when i get home i wont want to cook or order anything. so in all actuality its not really my fault, its part my family fault because they dont cook enough.((lol)) i am happy though that when i got in the house today i can smell the wonderful taste of the home cooked meal i was about to have. my aunt made white rice with turkey neck and steak and bean sauce(yum yum)lol. i made sure to have a little serving but enough to fill me because it was late and i still had to watch for my diet, but i cant deny that she put her foot in it:)&lt;br /&gt;sometimes all i want is home cooked meals and sometimes all i want is junkfood. i dont think that means theres anything wrong with me, i think everyone goes through that, and thats about the only thing that makes me make sense to people...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3748426494909130004-3272474958159840211?l=justenoughgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/3272474958159840211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3748426494909130004&amp;postID=3272474958159840211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/3272474958159840211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/3272474958159840211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/2009/05/food.html' title='food'/><author><name>P. A. R. I. S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178985046270394651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748426494909130004.post-604138890909002103</id><published>2009-05-05T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:14:06.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Alvin Ailey....</title><content type='html'>Today was amazing. i was honored with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to go and see a Alvin Ailey dance show. Ailey Dance Theater has been around for about 50yrs. i remember &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;studying&lt;/span&gt; about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Alvin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ailey&lt;/span&gt; last year and i found out that he died from aids, which sadden me because he was such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;passionate&lt;/span&gt; and devoted dancer.&lt;br /&gt;in the beginning of this year i was blessed with the choice of dancing with the A.A. crew, but because of my laziness i never got to it. watching the dancers tonight made me regret my decision. i loved the way that they made the art speak to the audience. {or was it just me, because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a dancer, so i could see from a dancers view}&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know but the pieces really amazed me(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; surprised i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; cry)&lt;br /&gt;from the unity piece, to the love piece. even the outfits that they chose to wear, and the music and background that they picked. it just made everything come together for me,and all i could do was look in aw and wish that it was me on that stage that everyone was memorized over.&lt;br /&gt; it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; only my first time going to a Alvin Ailey show, but also my first time being at the Apollo. It was so exciting to know that i was looking at the stage that some of the most remarkable artist performed.&lt;br /&gt; this will be a day that i write about in my journal tonight before i go to sleep, and keep locked away in my memory to share with my kids and anyone else &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; willing to listen...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3748426494909130004-604138890909002103?l=justenoughgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/604138890909002103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3748426494909130004&amp;postID=604138890909002103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/604138890909002103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/604138890909002103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/2009/05/alvin-ailey.html' title='...Alvin Ailey....'/><author><name>P. A. R. I. S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178985046270394651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748426494909130004.post-9064886186521241866</id><published>2009-01-28T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:36:05.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try Me Out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Try me out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;a pair of black shoes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;pumps...sucede...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;maybe a name brand..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;maybe not..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;depends on the day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;the mood..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;how im feeling..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;size 6.5 to a 7...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;not to big not to small..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;just ryte..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;to fit you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;to fit everyone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;3.5in heels..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;to keep everyones mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;wonder'n..hw i walk like a model in them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;cause at heart i am a model..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;lets be me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;wat does that mean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;walk like me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;talk like me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;but how do i talk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;be a brooklyn chick..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;a ride or die..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;a real shortie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;a bestie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;a mojito..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;a paper toucha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;a lil sista..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;a trendsetta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;some1 you love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;and hate to hate..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;an intellectual..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;a chick with brains..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;and not give'n it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;doing my own thing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;and not afraid to show it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;Ms.Independent..willing to support u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;but still want a dude that got his own 2...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;dark skin hunny..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;tall...smart...sexy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;getting what u want..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;like malcom..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;by ne means nesscary..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;jus like me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;ne-yo said it best..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;when he said " she got her own"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;cause he was talkin bout me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;need'n some love and affection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;like pressure bust pipes said..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;and i didnt need serani song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;to let me know he " wants me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;nice curves...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;with a pretty face..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;that dont come around everyday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;so i got no choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;but to have a big "ego" like B say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;Imma go gurl Like CeCe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;and gurls hate me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;cuz they know they cant see me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;no time for hate'n..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;cause theres too much money to be make'n..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;a classy chick...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;not that i had to state it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;dont do liars...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;trust u will get deleted from my life quick...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;and dont get madd..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;when u ask me a ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;and i dont suggacoat it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;((smilez))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3748426494909130004-9064886186521241866?l=justenoughgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/9064886186521241866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3748426494909130004&amp;postID=9064886186521241866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/9064886186521241866'/><link rel='self' 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A. R. I. S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178985046270394651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748426494909130004.post-2165859341342780759</id><published>2009-01-28T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T21:35:07.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Flow...</title><content type='html'>Music..&lt;br /&gt;Music..&lt;br /&gt;Music...&lt;br /&gt;i love MUSIC...&lt;br /&gt;its my life..&lt;br /&gt;my therpy...&lt;br /&gt;my love..&lt;br /&gt;my happiness..&lt;br /&gt;it consoles me..&lt;br /&gt;comforts me...&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel better...&lt;br /&gt;if im happy or sad...&lt;br /&gt;mad or glad...&lt;br /&gt;i could pop in a tune..&lt;br /&gt;and get in the zone...&lt;br /&gt;from beyonce...to movado...&lt;br /&gt;i listen...&lt;br /&gt;i understand..&lt;br /&gt;i compare...&lt;br /&gt;how could something so little..&lt;br /&gt;make me feel so strong..&lt;br /&gt;have such an impact..&lt;br /&gt;omg...&lt;br /&gt;its amazing...&lt;br /&gt;i get in the zone...&lt;br /&gt;where i can relate my life...&lt;br /&gt;to words of an artist..&lt;br /&gt;there feelings are mine...&lt;br /&gt;and mines are theres...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3748426494909130004-2165859341342780759?l=justenoughgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/2165859341342780759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3748426494909130004&amp;postID=2165859341342780759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/2165859341342780759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/2165859341342780759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/2009/01/music-flow.html' title='Music Flow...'/><author><name>P. A. R. I. S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178985046270394651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748426494909130004.post-3162756637644080930</id><published>2009-01-28T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T20:12:14.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>As the days turn to nights&lt;br /&gt;and everyone seems happy&lt;br /&gt;i sit in my room and think.&lt;br /&gt;i think about the good and the bad...&lt;br /&gt;mostly the bad&lt;br /&gt;and as the waterfrom my eyes start to rain&lt;br /&gt;i feel the burden of my pain...Heavier&lt;br /&gt;My heart overwelmed&lt;br /&gt;and my mind distracted&lt;br /&gt;as the voice replays in my head&lt;br /&gt;i think of the last words he said&lt;br /&gt;if love is a gift why do i feel so shitty&lt;br /&gt;why do i feel alone&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;because he lied&lt;br /&gt;there are no such letters to create that word&lt;br /&gt;there are no such feelings to make that emotion.&lt;br /&gt;it means nothing.&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt come from within...&lt;br /&gt;and it doesnt come from other people&lt;br /&gt;its just an excuse to give people that hurt you&lt;br /&gt;theres no freeness through it.&lt;br /&gt;or no happiness&lt;br /&gt;only lettersthat cut you&lt;br /&gt;to create sadness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3748426494909130004-3162756637644080930?l=justenoughgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/3162756637644080930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3748426494909130004&amp;postID=3162756637644080930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/3162756637644080930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/3162756637644080930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/2009/01/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>P. A. R. I. S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178985046270394651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748426494909130004.post-7798870156618095863</id><published>2009-01-28T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:54:04.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>Off for the week...&lt;br /&gt;and theres nothing to do...&lt;br /&gt;im off from school..&lt;br /&gt;and my manager gave me 3whole days off..i dont know why&lt;br /&gt;today is wednesday...&lt;br /&gt;and it snowed and rained outside..&lt;br /&gt;it  was so ugly...&lt;br /&gt;i didnt go anywhere..&lt;br /&gt;but stay home..and watch t.v all day..&lt;br /&gt;i have a 10page paper thats due...friday&lt;br /&gt;but yet its still not done...&lt;br /&gt;yesterday me,shavette and keisha went to brittany house...&lt;br /&gt;it was cool...&lt;br /&gt;had fun taking pics...making videos...watching t.v..&lt;br /&gt;just acting up...being teen girls i guess...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3748426494909130004-7798870156618095863?l=justenoughgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/7798870156618095863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3748426494909130004&amp;postID=7798870156618095863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/7798870156618095863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/7798870156618095863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>P. A. R. I. S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178985046270394651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748426494909130004.post-6037124621057537858</id><published>2009-01-12T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T09:18:18.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>if i dont like u..i jus dont like u</title><content type='html'>omg...omg...OMG&lt;br /&gt;the sercerity guy at my job..&lt;br /&gt;omg..&lt;br /&gt;he got me s0o0o0o upset...&lt;br /&gt;hw dare he talk 2 me like im a child..&lt;br /&gt;like im his child.&lt;br /&gt;he really had the nerve...&lt;br /&gt;we got into a little argument...&lt;br /&gt;and i told him...&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT TALK 2 ME...&lt;br /&gt;I DO NOT LIKE U..&lt;br /&gt;and yet he still tries to talk to me..&lt;br /&gt;he had the nerve to ask me if im going to apologize for what i said..&lt;br /&gt;he must have been drunk..&lt;br /&gt;feel and bumped his head..&lt;br /&gt;so i laughed at him..&lt;br /&gt;and told him i wasnt apologize'n for anything.&lt;br /&gt;i did nothing wrong..&lt;br /&gt;than yesterday i went to work..&lt;br /&gt;and he had the nerve to say Hi to me...&lt;br /&gt;and get mad when i didnt say anything back...&lt;br /&gt;Than when i was leaving with my sister..&lt;br /&gt;i said bye to my co-worker..&lt;br /&gt;he had the nerve to ask&lt;br /&gt;me am i going to say bye to him....&lt;br /&gt;i just walked out the door..&lt;br /&gt;IF I DONT LIKE U..&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT TALK 2 ME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3748426494909130004-6037124621057537858?l=justenoughgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/6037124621057537858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3748426494909130004&amp;postID=6037124621057537858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/6037124621057537858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/6037124621057537858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-i-dont-like-ui-jus-dont-like-u.html' title='if i dont like u..i jus dont like u'/><author><name>P. A. R. I. S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178985046270394651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748426494909130004.post-7533431060301762420</id><published>2009-01-07T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:23:12.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Business</title><content type='html'>D.A.N.C.E.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Havent danced in what feels like forever...&lt;br /&gt;i really cant believe how long its been...&lt;br /&gt;i want to take a dance class&lt;br /&gt;called Aprils Dance'n Feet&lt;br /&gt;i love african modern so i figured thats the class i would most enjpy taking.&lt;br /&gt;i also want to take Tap and Jazz...&lt;br /&gt;omg...&lt;br /&gt;that would be so gud...&lt;br /&gt;and it would make me happy..&lt;br /&gt;i want to get fit because prom is coming up..&lt;br /&gt;and i want the body to look ryte..&lt;br /&gt;i mean perfect..&lt;br /&gt;i cant say how i wanna look...&lt;br /&gt;but i think i found the perfect dress..&lt;br /&gt;my sister just says that it would loook better on a tall gurl ((sad face))&lt;br /&gt;it was beautifull..&lt;br /&gt;the color i want..&lt;br /&gt;it was on sale for 580...original price 900...&lt;br /&gt;thats a real gud sale to me..&lt;br /&gt;wat u think...lolz..&lt;br /&gt;i keep telllin my fam..&lt;br /&gt;idc how much it cost..&lt;br /&gt;if i lool gud..&lt;br /&gt;and it luks gud..&lt;br /&gt;immaq gunna b HAPPY...((smilez))&lt;br /&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/3748426494909130004-7533431060301762420?l=justenoughgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/7533431060301762420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3748426494909130004&amp;postID=7533431060301762420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/7533431060301762420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/7533431060301762420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/2009/01/funny-business.html' title='Funny Business'/><author><name>P. A. R. I. S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178985046270394651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748426494909130004.post-2100017760959227516</id><published>2009-01-07T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:07:39.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the ex..lolz</title><content type='html'>omfg...&lt;br /&gt;at my job they already start putting out valentines day things...&lt;br /&gt;like omg..&lt;br /&gt;can i be happy about the new year&lt;br /&gt;without reminding me that this is going to be the worst valentines day ever...&lt;br /&gt;compared to the last one that is..&lt;br /&gt;last year...was semi perfect..&lt;br /&gt;i had boyfriend that i really liked..&lt;br /&gt;so he came to my house and dropped off my gifts..&lt;br /&gt;than we went out to the movies and get something to eat...&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt nothing major.&lt;br /&gt;just the fact that he thought it was important to get me something&lt;br /&gt;bring it to my house and than take me out...&lt;br /&gt;and treat me like his little princess...&lt;br /&gt;that made me happy..&lt;br /&gt;the card..flowers and chocolate that he gave me were also amazing,..&lt;br /&gt;i always got things for valentines day&lt;br /&gt;but i guess this time it meant more because it was from my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;the dude i was talking to at the time..&lt;br /&gt;and really truly did like alot...&lt;br /&gt;but this year im single..&lt;br /&gt;lol..funny to say...&lt;br /&gt;sooo...no valentine for jenny..&lt;br /&gt;i think..&lt;br /&gt;i guess i have time to get one..&lt;br /&gt;but it just wont be the same like last year..((sad face))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3748426494909130004-2100017760959227516?l=justenoughgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/2100017760959227516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3748426494909130004&amp;postID=2100017760959227516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/2100017760959227516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/2100017760959227516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/2009/01/exlolz.html' title='the ex..lolz'/><author><name>P. A. R. I. S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178985046270394651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748426494909130004.post-509155650099663751</id><published>2009-01-07T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T08:55:22.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new year dai</title><content type='html'>my break was okay..&lt;br /&gt;i think it could have been much much better...&lt;br /&gt;i really didnt do much,...&lt;br /&gt;i got extrememly sick in the beginning and i couldnt eat speak or swallow.&lt;br /&gt;i went to the hospital and they gave me anti-biotics...&lt;br /&gt;about 3days later i was all good...&lt;br /&gt;i went back to work&lt;br /&gt;and that was basically my whole vacation.&lt;br /&gt;when the ball dropped for the new year i was sleeping...&lt;br /&gt;so i guess thats why i've been so tired lately...&lt;br /&gt;you know what they say...how you spend your new year...&lt;br /&gt;is what your year is gonna be like.&lt;br /&gt;later on that day...&lt;br /&gt;me and a couple of my friends tried to go bowling&lt;br /&gt;but it was closed..&lt;br /&gt;so we went to ihop instead..&lt;br /&gt;and then i went home...&lt;br /&gt;nothing major...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3748426494909130004-509155650099663751?l=justenoughgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/509155650099663751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3748426494909130004&amp;postID=509155650099663751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/509155650099663751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/509155650099663751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-break-was-okay.html' title='a new year dai'/><author><name>P. A. R. I. S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178985046270394651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748426494909130004.post-4344140711284316952</id><published>2009-01-07T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T08:44:46.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year..same jenny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Happy New Year...Merry Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;this is a new year...same 'ol jenny....&lt;br /&gt;i find no reason to change because being me...&lt;br /&gt;is the only thing i know how to be.&lt;br /&gt;i learned to live with myself...&lt;br /&gt;choose my friends wisely&lt;br /&gt;and keep many people at a distance...&lt;br /&gt;making sure not to put myself out there...&lt;br /&gt;and only tell..&lt;br /&gt;what needs to be said.&lt;br /&gt;i havent been able to do any shopping yet...&lt;br /&gt;which have really been killin me&lt;br /&gt;and make'n me sad...((sad face))&lt;br /&gt;i was sooo happy on christmas&lt;br /&gt;to be able to get my sister the puma sneakers  that she really wanted..&lt;br /&gt;it made me cry to see how happy it made her...&lt;br /&gt;i also bought seantel and ayana a gift...&lt;br /&gt;which made me happpy.&lt;br /&gt;i love to give to people..&lt;br /&gt;when its from the bottom of my heart...&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/3748426494909130004-4344140711284316952?l=justenoughgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/4344140711284316952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3748426494909130004&amp;postID=4344140711284316952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/4344140711284316952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/4344140711284316952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-yearsame-jenny.html' title='new year..same jenny'/><author><name>P. A. R. I. S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178985046270394651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748426494909130004.post-1665009671685281364</id><published>2008-11-25T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T10:21:10.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO THIS IS ADRII.....&lt;br /&gt;TAKIN OVA THE MATH BUDDYS BLOG....&lt;br /&gt;UM WHAT CAN I SAY ABOUT JENN....&lt;br /&gt;JENNY GOTTA A BIG OL BUTT...WHOOOT WHOOOT....&lt;br /&gt;LOL NA...JENN IS A NICE SWEET GIRL WHO VERY SMART....&lt;br /&gt;WHOS GOIN PLACES IN LIFE.....&lt;br /&gt;UM....ME AND JENNY GO WAY BAC...BAC LIKE&lt;br /&gt;9TH GRADE&lt;br /&gt;PAST NINTH GRADE&lt;br /&gt;WE WERE IN JR.HIGH 2GETHA...&lt;br /&gt;THAT WAS ADRI...&lt;br /&gt;THATS ALL FOLKS...&lt;br /&gt;----JENN------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3748426494909130004-1665009671685281364?l=justenoughgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/1665009671685281364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3748426494909130004&amp;postID=1665009671685281364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/1665009671685281364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/1665009671685281364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-this-is-adrii.html' title=''/><author><name>P. A. R. I. S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178985046270394651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748426494909130004.post-5286641176657591531</id><published>2008-11-25T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T10:14:54.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOD</title><content type='html'>THANKSGIVING..a time for thanks, but mostly a time for food.hummmmuhmm..tastey....i love the food my family makes,chicken,chicken chicken.salads...ham(but i dont eat pork)cakes.getting together,laughing,having music blasting. just full oof joy,like theres no care in the world.happy to b here....happy to be living thru it.god bless all the ffamilies and people that lost a loved one recently.....im here for you...with my heart and soul..need anyone to talk to...im here...btw me and you only,,,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3748426494909130004-5286641176657591531?l=justenoughgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/5286641176657591531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3748426494909130004&amp;postID=5286641176657591531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/5286641176657591531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/5286641176657591531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/2008/11/food.html' title='FOOD'/><author><name>P. A. R. I. S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178985046270394651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748426494909130004.post-7851959885981172237</id><published>2008-11-25T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T10:09:37.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My phone is PINK. and i dnt even like Pink anymore. that was sooo like 8th grade. My favorite color is GREEN and BROWN. I Luv it Luv it Love it...lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala&lt;br /&gt;BORED....BORED...BORED...BORED.BORED...&lt;br /&gt;WTF AM I SUPPOSE TO WRITE...&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING TO SAY&lt;br /&gt;HELLO CAN U HEAR ME&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY&lt;br /&gt;LIKE AT ALL...&lt;br /&gt;NEVER&lt;br /&gt;EVER&lt;br /&gt;EVER\&lt;br /&gt;E.......V.......E........R......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3748426494909130004-7851959885981172237?l=justenoughgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/7851959885981172237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3748426494909130004&amp;postID=7851959885981172237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/7851959885981172237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/7851959885981172237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-phone-is-pink.html' title=''/><author><name>P. A. R. I. S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178985046270394651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748426494909130004.post-5921772214648587505</id><published>2008-11-25T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T10:03:31.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>u already know. its ya girl jenny. just coming through. tryn to find something to do.eating up time, doing these STUPID BLOGS. adri is in my math class and civics,she use to be my math buddy but idk what happend. its weird that i can look through this class and see that i dont talk to more then half the people in it. like i know nothing about there lives and the trials and tribulations that they go through. from barrington to samantha. its amazing,like riding on the train fully of individuals that you may never see again. you dont know where there going, coming from or what there doing. i mean i say HELLO to everyone but to actually hold a long conversation is so unordinary. tehe things that i think of. i crack myself up at times. DAM JENNY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3748426494909130004-5921772214648587505?l=justenoughgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/5921772214648587505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3748426494909130004&amp;postID=5921772214648587505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/5921772214648587505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/5921772214648587505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>P. A. R. I. S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178985046270394651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748426494909130004.post-7322877548882836163</id><published>2008-11-25T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T09:56:37.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The boys think that they are so tough. they really believe that they could beat the Mojitos up. Stupid Grey Gooses.....We just washed them in the lunchroom, which was oh too funny. i hate play fighting, cause i dont like to get serious. but when i fight with them all i want to do is laugh at them because there so stupid. from Frank, to Nico. i dont know who they think they are, they must be out there mind. im so loving my outfit today. i think its perfect for the rain. my white solid shirt with a cartigin over. my dark denim jeans with my grey rainboots. plus my sliver diamond hoop earrings put the iceing on the cake. i wish i had a long silver chain. that would have been perfect. SO FASHIONABLE....IMMA DIVA&lt;br /&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/3748426494909130004-7322877548882836163?l=justenoughgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/7322877548882836163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3748426494909130004&amp;postID=7322877548882836163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/7322877548882836163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/7322877548882836163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-day.html' title='what a day'/><author><name>P. A. R. I. S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178985046270394651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748426494909130004.post-7048293882086764287</id><published>2008-11-25T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T09:49:14.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was fun.after school we went to brittany's house and had movie afternoon. except we did everything but watch a movie. we looked at our old pictures from ninth grade,watched television and had a pillow fight. after the pillow fight we started play fighting. i didn't get home until after 8. then i got home,ate some real good baked riti,ran to the mall with my cousin to help her pick out this dress for this party shes going to,picked up a couple of things myself because i LOVE CLOTHES and SHOPPING. Ahhh!!!!!yesterday was the best. I had NO CARE IN THE WORLD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3748426494909130004-7048293882086764287?l=justenoughgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/7048293882086764287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3748426494909130004&amp;postID=7048293882086764287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/7048293882086764287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/7048293882086764287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/2008/11/yesterday-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>P. A. R. I. S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178985046270394651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748426494909130004.post-3943918784276093877</id><published>2008-11-24T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T09:28:26.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOJITO LUV</title><content type='html'>I LUV ME SOME MOJITO. No not the drink although that can be pretty tastey. but the family that i built within the female students in me school. we've been thru so much,in so little time.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  WE'VE BEEN THROUGH&lt;br /&gt;Fights                         gulity conscience&lt;br /&gt;Arguments                trust issues&lt;br /&gt;Parties                        secret romances&lt;br /&gt;Dinner                          sleep overs&lt;br /&gt;Road Trips&lt;br /&gt;everything has just helped us to be closer then ever. we always keep it REAL...&lt;br /&gt;I LUV MY MOJITOS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3748426494909130004-3943918784276093877?l=justenoughgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/3943918784276093877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3748426494909130004&amp;postID=3943918784276093877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/3943918784276093877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/3943918784276093877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/2008/11/mojito-luv.html' title='MOJITO LUV'/><author><name>P. A. R. I. S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178985046270394651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748426494909130004.post-2086723738079241992</id><published>2008-11-24T09:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T09:19:53.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i wish shavette could tell me why shes not talking to me. and i wish i neva told keisha that i was the AND in Salt And Peppa. im so upset in them.what is a girl in this case to do. im NEVER going to tell them anything ever again. people always wonder why im so sercretive. but thats just not the case. ii just hate talking about myself, which is a big flaw because now i cant explain myself,which i think means i dont know myself. or does it. i mean i just dont know how to talk about myself. so what does that mean.AHH!!! I think to hard...time to GO!!!&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/3748426494909130004-2086723738079241992?l=justenoughgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/2086723738079241992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3748426494909130004&amp;postID=2086723738079241992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/2086723738079241992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/2086723738079241992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/2008/11/life.html' title='life...'/><author><name>P. A. R. I. S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178985046270394651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748426494909130004.post-2450080996974631854</id><published>2008-11-24T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T09:14:26.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...college stress....</title><content type='html'>Hey!!!Whats up. Lately i've been doudting college. part of me  knows that im not mentally ready for what college is about to show me. i really dont think that im fit or it riight now. i havent even filled out a college application yet. no fasfa no nuttin. i cant believe it. the only problem is i dont think my family is going to go for it. they are very strick people, they dont believe in breaks and stoping and giving up. it kinda stresses me out and i hate that i feel like i have to impress people. or make people feel good about calling me there daughter,cousin,niece. i dont know. im just feeling overwelmed. i wish i could just wish my life away......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3748426494909130004-2450080996974631854?l=justenoughgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/2450080996974631854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3748426494909130004&amp;postID=2450080996974631854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/2450080996974631854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/2450080996974631854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/2008/11/college-stress.html' title='...college stress....'/><author><name>P. A. R. I. S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178985046270394651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748426494909130004.post-1405591558531448892</id><published>2008-10-29T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T09:13:55.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rainy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;today was a rainy day. where i didnt want to do anything. i hate when it rains and i have to go to school and work.HORRIBLE.i mean its bad enough that i have to go to school, but having to go to work after means two negatives. isnt that suppose to make a positive. oh my god, im so mad that im getting all mathamatical.(lol) work wasnt so bad though. i guess because of the rain people didnt want to leave there house, so they found no reason to be at rite aid.(i guess there goes my positive) sometimes i feel like i want to change my job, but then i think...what too. i mean i always wanted to work at a clothing store. but having to flod all those clothes,no bueno. then i wanted to work at a shoe store since i love love love shoes so much. but then i thought i cant always be nice, i have bad mood swings sometimes. then what would i do. so i decided to stick to my job, where most of the time i dont even have to deal with the customers. i mean the only real problem i had with it was that it makes my back hurt and my feet burn. not really a good thing for a young lady like myself. but i guess if it pays my phone bill, takes me shopping, and keeps money in my pockets. im good. thats all i really care about at this age anyways. oh yeah. and most important. it takes care of my senior priorities. thats the main reason i kept the job.DUH...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3748426494909130004-1405591558531448892?l=justenoughgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/1405591558531448892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3748426494909130004&amp;postID=1405591558531448892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/1405591558531448892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/1405591558531448892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/2008/10/rainy.html' title='rainy'/><author><name>P. A. R. I. S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178985046270394651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748426494909130004.post-4978197589726118527</id><published>2008-10-29T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T09:13:11.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no comment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i love to meet new people. i mean although im a shy person(kind of) the whole experience to me is unbelievable. mostly its the people you talk to, that you thought you would never talk to, that you have the most in common with. i mean me and my neighbor been the greatest of friends since i was 7years of age, and yet we think differently. i dont like to judge people so the decisions she make in life are exactly that. her decisions. she recently gave birth to a beautiful girl, who is mixed with white and black. her farther being white. although he is not apart his daughter life, she still have people that love and support her from day one. my friend vicky made me the proud godmother. i was fulled with elation. my friend very young tries her hardest to stay in school(college) and do what she has to do so that her daughter can have a good life. i mean at times she gets mad and sad and just wants to give up on life all together, but its the positive energy that me and her daughter gives her that makes her want to stick through everything. personally i would never tell her that she's too young to have a child because i truly believe that everything happens for a reason. i believe that God gives us situations like this to either teach a lesson, or bring as a gift. and my god-daughter cynara is both. a lesson to her mother and  a gift to this world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3748426494909130004-4978197589726118527?l=justenoughgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/4978197589726118527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3748426494909130004&amp;postID=4978197589726118527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/4978197589726118527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/4978197589726118527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-comment.html' title='no comment...'/><author><name>P. A. R. I. S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178985046270394651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3748426494909130004.post-1872460232237643590</id><published>2008-10-29T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T09:12:37.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...uhm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff9900;"&gt;So... where suppose to do this blogging thing like everyday i think or like twice a week. i wish i can tell you the reason, then it'll make sense to the both of us. i guess because my teacher likes to blogg she thinks everybody does too, but i really dont see how its going to help me with school. i mean everybody bloggs all the time, but i like mine to be done in private, so thats why i have a journal. i dont even know how long this blogg is suppose to be. so im going to write enough so i can get atleast some type of credit(lol). well lets talk about school. i mean theres not much to talk about really. i dont really like it much, but at the smae time i dont hate it. i guess i just contridicted myself. i would have to say that my favorite class is Civics and Black Intellectual Thought. i like Civics because i like what were studing, about,how people are segragated. people of all ethnicities and religions. its like there was a whole other system of discrimination besides the one between blacks and whites. and i enjoy Black Intellectual Thought because i like becoming a critical and analytical thinker. i like that Mr.Thompson stops us while reading to discuss what the author is tring to tell the reader, or what we think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff9900;"&gt;well. that seems like about it to me...hope you enjoyed ms.DJ...&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/3748426494909130004-1872460232237643590?l=justenoughgreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/feeds/1872460232237643590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3748426494909130004&amp;postID=1872460232237643590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/1872460232237643590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3748426494909130004/posts/default/1872460232237643590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justenoughgreen.blogspot.com/2008/10/uhm.html' title='...uhm...'/><author><name>P. 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