<?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-6465801787030274605</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:59:33.201-07:00</updated><category term='stamps'/><category term='Coffee ice cream'/><category term='claustrophobia'/><category term='irony'/><category term='boredom'/><category term='cry'/><category term='movies'/><category term='sickness'/><category term='stuff'/><category term='bad similes'/><category term='music'/><category term='font'/><category term='hair'/><category term='spelling'/><category term='random names'/><category term='RV'/><category term='wing dings'/><category term='cell phones'/><category term='baby-sitting'/><category term='popsicles'/><category term='sayings'/><category term='squeamishness'/><category term='trees'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='fun run-ons'/><category term='piano'/><category term='accents'/><title type='text'>adkisons</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Adkisons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429898553895999038</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>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465801787030274605.post-3575677480436658483</id><published>2008-05-02T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T15:42:19.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April showers bring Mayflowers...</title><content type='html'>I think I'll make this a monthly thing... IDK. So anyhoo, not much is going on except 't is be FRIDAY and I finished my Shakespearean homework over "Much Ado about Nothing". So far it's a good play EXCEPT for the kids in my class read it in monotonous voice and it wears on you, cuz I got no idea what's going on and my and April are re-reading everything at home AND IT MAKES SO MUCH MORE SENSE! So me and April are going to take turns reading the characters roles. So basically, for those of you who don't know "Much Ado" is about a girl Hero (Rockin' name, no?) and she falls in love with Claudio (Again, cool name). Well there's this other guy, Don John who wants to make everyone miserable and instead of it be a nice production of "Much Ado" it then becomes "Les Miserables", or that's what he wants (it doesn't actually get really gloomy). So Don John is deceiving everyone and it gets all crazy! But I like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to memorize Lincoln's Gettysburg Address for history and an excerpt from "Much Ado" for English... I hate memorizing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks, and I think Shakespeare said it best when he said "Parting is such sweet sorrow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465801787030274605-3575677480436658483?l=adkisons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/feeds/3575677480436658483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465801787030274605&amp;postID=3575677480436658483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/3575677480436658483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/3575677480436658483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/2008/05/april-showers-bring-mayflowers.html' title='April showers bring Mayflowers...'/><author><name>The Adkisons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429898553895999038</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-6465801787030274605.post-1975483027342222449</id><published>2008-04-17T17:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T17:56:34.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time, no blog...</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry, I've been busy... School... gross. Anyhoo, my choir is doing a concert consisting of 50's songs, my class is sing "Lollipop", "Yakety Yak", and "Smile". I tried out for a solo in smile and I got a call back!!! Other than that I've been picking my high school classes so far it's: Pre-AP English I, Pre-AP Geometry, Pre-AP World Geography, Pre-AP Biology, Pre-AP Spanish II, Art I, PE I, Health, and either Photojournalism or Journalism I. Yeah, A lot of mis amigos are freaking out about, but me, I don't worry about. We finished the book &lt;em&gt;The Bridge of San Luis Rey&lt;/em&gt; and we are about to start &lt;em&gt;Much Ado About Nothing &lt;/em&gt;in Language Arts. So yeah, that's about it... I guess I'll go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L8R&lt;br /&gt;Holly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465801787030274605-1975483027342222449?l=adkisons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/feeds/1975483027342222449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465801787030274605&amp;postID=1975483027342222449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/1975483027342222449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/1975483027342222449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/2008/04/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long time, no blog...'/><author><name>The Adkisons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429898553895999038</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-6465801787030274605.post-4354551394108830544</id><published>2008-03-02T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T09:58:21.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We be back...</title><content type='html'>We are back from our excursion in the Austin-San Antonia region. I'm comfortably sitting at home after the precarious 3 hour drive. I almost died of the boredom. Kristen is leaving soon... *sigh* I have school tomorrow. I have homework *dread*. I don't want to go to school!!! Gurr. It should blow up. While I'm a safe distance away. I'm so broke. I have no money! And my list of books I want is over FORTY!!!! That's all I have to report, so see ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Holly-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465801787030274605-4354551394108830544?l=adkisons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/feeds/4354551394108830544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465801787030274605&amp;postID=4354551394108830544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/4354551394108830544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/4354551394108830544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/2008/03/we-be-back.html' title='We be back...'/><author><name>The Adkisons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429898553895999038</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-6465801787030274605.post-8444539385988691961</id><published>2008-03-01T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T19:56:11.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I beg your pardon...</title><content type='html'>I am ever so sorry for keeping you all waiting. You see, I've had pressing business elsewhere. Today, even, I went to the theatre, to see Andrew Lloyd Weber's &lt;em&gt;The Phantom of the Opera&lt;/em&gt;. It was a very good piece of work. We (that's mum, Amy, Kristen, and I) went to The Majestic Theatre. It was in San Antonia, where all those people died. We also stopped at the market (The outlet mall) but found nothing to our fancy, or rather nothing that our small purses would purchase. We are now at my grandparents' house and we shall turn in for the evening. I hope you all have a loving weekend, and I bid you good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Holly ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465801787030274605-8444539385988691961?l=adkisons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/feeds/8444539385988691961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465801787030274605&amp;postID=8444539385988691961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/8444539385988691961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/8444539385988691961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-beg-your-pardon.html' title='I beg your pardon...'/><author><name>The Adkisons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429898553895999038</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-6465801787030274605.post-8122645580839572724</id><published>2008-01-20T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T14:16:48.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM SO SORRY!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I AM SO SORRY! All my poor readers had to endure a long period of my absence. I really just didn't feel like typing. So here I am. I think I'll just graze over the wreck and go on to the issues of me. I give up on labeling all my posts. it takes to long!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have a long weekend, 'cuz Martin Luther King (Jr.?) day or something. *Sigh* I'm so BORED!!!! I read two books in less than two days. That takes skill. I mean I love reading, and all, but I'm just so ready for life to start picking up the pace so that I'm at the edge of my seat waiting to seize life and have fun. You know the saying "Youth is wasted on the foolish" or something along those lines, well it's not wasted we just have nothing better to do. I mean sure it wasn't such a great idea to see if I could fly when a pasted the little fake feathers to my arms. Another thing I have a problem with is the fact I can't get a job (though i probably don't want one). But I don't babysit anymore. I need MONEY!!!!! AND A PHONE!!!!! *Sigh* What gonna happen if I work at Tom Thumb anyway? It's not like I'll set the building on fire!!!!! Just forget everything I just said it doesn't make any sense. I would back space it all, but then I just wasted like ten minutes of typing. I also contradicted myself a bunch too. I really want to go traveling. Like really unexpectedly. Just pack a backpack and pocket some cash, hop on a plane, and just travel. Randomly. I'm so going to do that when I'm older. I'll just go to all the place I want. I have no idea where I'll get the money, but hey, I already know I'm going to be a hobo.&lt;br /&gt;A few things that I love less:&lt;br /&gt;1. Slow computers&lt;br /&gt;2. The ice cold spots in water&lt;br /&gt;3. returned letters for lack of postage&lt;br /&gt;4. When one of your headphones is broken&lt;br /&gt;5. running&lt;br /&gt;6. Descions made without me knowing&lt;br /&gt;7. showing up for something and then missing some of it or vice versa&lt;br /&gt;8. When people try to prove you wrong when you're right&lt;br /&gt;9. when I'm in the car and my dad LISTENS to a football game.&lt;br /&gt;10. SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L8R&lt;br /&gt;Holly &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465801787030274605-8122645580839572724?l=adkisons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/feeds/8122645580839572724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465801787030274605&amp;postID=8122645580839572724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/8122645580839572724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/8122645580839572724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-so-sorry.html' title='I AM SO SORRY!!!!!!'/><author><name>The Adkisons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429898553895999038</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-6465801787030274605.post-4546383753124648206</id><published>2007-12-25T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T07:15:13.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodmornikins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;It's CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!! Finally. I woke up kind of hard. Let's see who's all here: Me, Andrew, Robin, Kristen, Micah (Sigh), Amy, Mother, Father, Mimi, Papa, Aunt Shelly, Uncle Jeff, Skyler, Weston, Aunt Darla, Uncle Rob, Hunter, Harris, Heather, Uncle Ken, Aunt Lilly, and Fabiem (Is that how you spell it?). Well anyway lot's of people. Oh, I forgot: Summer, George, Murray, Mattie, Maggie, and Snickers. No wI don't know what to write. I might write a poem. But I can't think of what to write. Hmm... My minds drawing blank. &gt;_&lt;&gt;Message in a Bottle, and I decided my future husband has to know how to sail a boat. Oh, and have good hair. I'm really down trodden, 'cuz everyone has goto their cellphones... I'm also unemployed. My current flow of  money has come to a stop. I'M SO SAD! I have no money. I'm sounding really selfish, and it's Christmas. Man, i'm a horrible person. I'm leaving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Holly &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465801787030274605-4546383753124648206?l=adkisons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/feeds/4546383753124648206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465801787030274605&amp;postID=4546383753124648206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/4546383753124648206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/4546383753124648206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/2007/12/goodmornikins.html' title='Goodmornikins!'/><author><name>The Adkisons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429898553895999038</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-6465801787030274605.post-4689837496337340745</id><published>2007-12-24T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T13:27:59.060-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'>abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz &gt;_&lt;</title><content type='html'>It's Christmas Eve... We're having lunch... I'm deathly bored. Ugh... so boring... Christmas is taking its time arriving... Jeez... What am I supposed to do for the next million hours?... Days?... Years?... It seriously is taking forever!!!!! I really can't think of anything... The sky is really blue... I'm living a year in a minute... I feel like I'm going to fall over... I'm really just typing whatever clear thought comes to mind... There are large intervals... *Yawn*... I want to ride my bike... Go for a walk... My hair was straightened... I'm leaving...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465801787030274605-4689837496337340745?l=adkisons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/feeds/4689837496337340745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465801787030274605&amp;postID=4689837496337340745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/4689837496337340745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/4689837496337340745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/2007/12/abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz.html' title='abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz &gt;_&lt;'/><author><name>The Adkisons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429898553895999038</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-6465801787030274605.post-1478519497880663032</id><published>2007-12-23T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T12:34:49.877-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coffee ice cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trees'/><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>I seriously crack me up. I'm bringing up an issue I discussed back in August (Check out post: sigh). COFFEE AND ICE CREAM GO TOGETHER SO WELL! Honestly, don't you picture an old guy with coffee reading the paper and writing poetry? Now when i go to Cold Stone, I always a get a Like It sized coffee ice cream with chocolate chips. AWWW!!!! 'Tis so good! That and popsicles are amazing!!!!!!!!!! Jeez, I'm going to buy some when we go to the store. I also realized today, that discussed and disgust, are really close in sound and spelling. I'm going to add lables to my post so you can read similar stuff. I also enjoy tree climbing. At Andrea's she has this tree in her backyard that's like a ladder. It has branches really low and just continues to ascend until you can see their neighbor's house.&lt;br /&gt;Holly &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465801787030274605-1478519497880663032?l=adkisons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/feeds/1478519497880663032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465801787030274605&amp;postID=1478519497880663032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/1478519497880663032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/1478519497880663032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/2007/12/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>The Adkisons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429898553895999038</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-6465801787030274605.post-4364526844719384757</id><published>2007-12-23T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T13:29:57.987-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='font'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sayings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RV'/><title type='text'>Boredom: it's a sad thing...(part deux)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ok. Let's see... I woke up like an hour ago so I'm not fully functioning yet. So the sarcasm on the minimum. My hair is disgusting. I haven't washed since we got here, cuz I don't enjoy showering in a 2 by 1 tub. It's like they took the scale model of the RV and forgot to enlarge the shower. You know the saying "speak of the devil..." and the rest is "and he shall appear," well if that's a bad thing, and you don't want the devil bringing in all his bad vibes, you just did. 'Cuz you're speaking of the devil when you're warning people not to. The irony! Any jeez, at April's house she has this really cool object. You know how you can get a ship in a bottle (How'd they get it in there anyway? [Why would you want to?]), well April has a ship in a LIGHT BULB! Isn't that phenomenal?! It's pretty rockin', man. Andrew's hair is a lot like mine. All nasty and what not. I really hope I don't have a Texas accent. I would die if I found out I sounded like a hick. "They call me wonderful! And I said wonderful!" Name that song. I'm going to have to bring up my complete lack of spellibility. it's almost as bad as most people's lack of common sense. But then again, common sense isn't that common. Tell me if you get this: "You don't need a parachute to skydive. Only to skydive twice." Cracks me up. I think I'll leave you to ponder the mysteries of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Holly :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm using trebuchet font. Doesn't that make you giggle? If it does, you're pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465801787030274605-4364526844719384757?l=adkisons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/feeds/4364526844719384757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465801787030274605&amp;postID=4364526844719384757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/4364526844719384757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/4364526844719384757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/2007/12/boredom-its-sad-thingpart-deux.html' title='Boredom: it&apos;s a sad thing...(part deux)'/><author><name>The Adkisons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429898553895999038</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-6465801787030274605.post-1553639309651949038</id><published>2007-12-22T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T13:32:54.333-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random names'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun run-ons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cell phones'/><title type='text'>Boredom: it's a sad thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The title speaks for itself. The day's progression is slow. We saw National Treasure II. It was pretty "coincedental", but still good. I saw the previews to Prince Caspian, so I need to read that book so I can tell everyone what they did wrong. YES! Man vs. Wild is on! Who names their child Bear? Seriously, it's crazy. A name I like for a guy but not for a girl is Angel. For a girl it's just lame for a guy it's awesome. Cuz you know how in X-Men you got Angel the guy with wings. Yeah he would have been lame if he didn't have wings. I'd kill to have wings, and I'd be all like "man, I bet your jealous. I rock even my own socks off!" Yeah it would be pretty cool. I'm only updateing cuz I'm bored out of me mind (Can you picture me saying that? I raise my eyebrows, and give this don't-you-feel-sorry-for-me look and say it with the corners of my mouth forced down.). Another issue I will address is my lack of a mobile communication device. Tsk, tsk. 'Tis a shame that one, noble as I, must suffer the neglect of mine own flesh and blood, when I am destined to care for them when they're full of ailments. That took some skill to concuct. Come on, don't you, my avid reader, feel my pain? Do you not? If you yhink I'm being over dramatic, I call you an insensitive, apathetic result of a cruel childhood that supposedly "built character", when actually you just made it all up so i feel better. Or something like that. I'm gonna go see about dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Over and out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Holly &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465801787030274605-1553639309651949038?l=adkisons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/feeds/1553639309651949038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465801787030274605&amp;postID=1553639309651949038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/1553639309651949038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/1553639309651949038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/2007/12/boredom-its-sad-thing.html' title='Boredom: it&apos;s a sad thing...'/><author><name>The Adkisons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429898553895999038</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-6465801787030274605.post-7004539659406584362</id><published>2007-12-21T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T13:36:46.687-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='claustrophobia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='popsicles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun run-ons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RV'/><title type='text'>*Cough*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sooooooooooooo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;There's not much to say, 'cept for I'm at my grans' house and Christmas is around the corner, and I've got the Sound of Music stuck in me head. My 'rents and bro are staying in the A-train, my abnormally large family is showing up tonight and tomorrow and we all get to squeeze and realize what an extraordinary thing personal space is. I think I may develop an even more extreme case of claustrophobia. I'm glad to inform you, that I'm practically a genius. I don't have a single grade below ninety. Okay, you know how they're are words you just &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to say in a British accent, such as chocolate, debauchery, perposterous, and such. I also would kill for a popsicle. Grape flavored. Mmm... Delicious. I developed a love for seriously hard core piano playing. That is a MUST for my future husband. He HAS to know how to play the piano. i also enjoy singing a crazy lot more than I used to. I'm mean seriously, ask Andrew, he practically throtles me to get me to stop. That provides a very amusing picture (e.i. me warbling "the hiiiiills are allllliiiive" and Andrew shaking me, his eyes all crazed...). I think it's really funny how this is called "Adkisons" when really me, the aspirering writer, is the only one making enteries. I am so dang thankful for spell check. It looks like a third grader tried to spell for the first time in five years, while he's drowsy from medicatons, in the dark of night, on a cracked screen, using a keyboard missing a few letters, with a blind fold on. Oh and he's using the font wing dings. that would take some serious skill. So I think I'm gonna jet and hope you all have a very merry Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Holly &gt;_&lt;&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/6465801787030274605-7004539659406584362?l=adkisons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/feeds/7004539659406584362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465801787030274605&amp;postID=7004539659406584362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/7004539659406584362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/7004539659406584362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/2007/12/cough.html' title='*Cough*'/><author><name>The Adkisons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429898553895999038</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-6465801787030274605.post-1027978191407141854</id><published>2007-12-09T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T13:38:45.540-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wing dings'/><title type='text'>It's Texas... It's not supposed to get cold.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;This coldfront is pretty crazy. In a way it's refreshing. But at the moment I'm wishing for snow or sickness. Either way I'll likely get to skip school. Well, I really don't want to go to school tomorrow, but I don't have much of a say in that matter. :P Anyhoo, I for the most part, am over my previous ailment. Hmmm..... I think I really am going to do foreign exchange. Like in England, and when they learn about the America Revolution, I can scream "We won that war!" Sure they'll probably be like whatever, and I really won't care, but it'd be cool if I could go. Maybe I'll pick up an accent. DO you think Americans really are loud? I'm pretty sure I was the loudest one on the train during my summer excursion. Tee hee. I'm writing a Christmas letter. It's pretty special. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Holly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;This is so fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;AaBbCcDdEeFfGgHhIiJjKkLlMm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;NnOoPpQqRrSsTtUuVvWwXxYyZz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;(That just says: Holly. This is fun! and the alphabet. In web dings!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465801787030274605-1027978191407141854?l=adkisons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/feeds/1027978191407141854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465801787030274605&amp;postID=1027978191407141854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/1027978191407141854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/1027978191407141854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-texas-its-not-supposed-to-get-cold.html' title='It&apos;s Texas... It&apos;s not supposed to get cold.'/><author><name>The Adkisons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429898553895999038</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-6465801787030274605.post-2385208864714988117</id><published>2007-12-06T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T13:41:16.604-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='popsicles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sickness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>I'm so sick, infected with... (Name that song.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. I'm ill. :( I'm all congested and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;snuffly&lt;/span&gt; and it feels like someone is squeezing my stomach to see how much bodily fluid they can squeeze out. I feel as horrible as that simile. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;guess&lt;/span&gt; it isn't good that I get no sleep and drink sodas rather than breath air. (None of that &lt;- is literal) I just found out my English teacher reads this from time to time. So I'm taking care to make sure this is spelled, punctuated and subject/verb agreement-ed &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;correctly&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;- That's an adverb -_&lt;. Anyways, besides my plethera of ailments, I have school day after school day, and church, and Christmas shopping (Speaking of which, Mimi and Papa, what do you want?). Well the gym floor at church is being redone. I am so glad. That carpet was SO OLD! I know I have vomited on that carpet when I was about six, and I can still find the stain. That just screams "Replace me!" Well in school, we are reading &lt;em&gt;The Hobbit&lt;/em&gt;. It's really good. I liked the Lord of the Rings -- movies mind you -- and so I was pretty sure I'd like this. I cried at the end of the third Lord of the Rings! 'Twas so sad. But, then again I cry so easily it doesn't even phase me. I have some favorite words to share: flammable, statistics, negligent, anything that ends in c-i-t, um, words with a lot of s's like ciencias sociales. Anyhoo, I haven't much going on other than the usual. 'Cept for I REALLY want a popsicle.&lt;br /&gt;Well I shall conclude. Over and out, Holly. &gt;_&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Some Poetry for Mimi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One and all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Heed my call,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Follow the path,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Feat no wrath,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You mustn't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tarry,&lt;br /&gt;But do not worry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One and all,&lt;br /&gt;Heed my call,&lt;br /&gt;Come and sing,&lt;br /&gt;To your brand new king,&lt;br /&gt;Ruler of all,&lt;br /&gt;He shall not fall,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One and all,&lt;br /&gt;Heed my call,&lt;br /&gt;The horror has passed,&lt;br /&gt;And night shall not last,&lt;br /&gt;Dawn is breaking,&lt;br /&gt;The earth has stopped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;shaking&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One and all,&lt;br /&gt;Heed my call,&lt;br /&gt;Now, or never,&lt;br /&gt;Shall we ever,&lt;br /&gt;Be graced by the sight,&lt;br /&gt;of the beauty of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Holly's "Calling"&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/6465801787030274605-2385208864714988117?l=adkisons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/feeds/2385208864714988117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465801787030274605&amp;postID=2385208864714988117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/2385208864714988117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/2385208864714988117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-so-sick-infected-with-name-that-song.html' title='I&apos;m so sick, infected with... (Name that song.)'/><author><name>The Adkisons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429898553895999038</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-6465801787030274605.post-5140843693621291715</id><published>2007-12-02T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T18:50:27.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry...</title><content type='html'>Sorry, it's been a while. Our computer was acting... special. Not much has been going on. I went n a Fall Retreat with my youth group and went camping with my family. I don't remember if I said I didn't make All-region choir auditions. I missed by five chairs-- which is reall y good by the way. I really nedd to go to the library! But I can't tomorrow cuz I'm baby-sitting. I've four books I'd like to get. One of them is out. Sob, Sob. That's all I got for now. I'll right more later.&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Holly &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465801787030274605-5140843693621291715?l=adkisons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/feeds/5140843693621291715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465801787030274605&amp;postID=5140843693621291715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/5140843693621291715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/5140843693621291715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/2007/12/sorry.html' title='sorry...'/><author><name>The Adkisons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429898553895999038</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-6465801787030274605.post-8761471003876191362</id><published>2007-11-06T15:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T15:40:57.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been a While,</title><content type='html'>So lots has happened. There was Hallowen. I went with April and we had a lot of fun. I'v got all-region choir tryouts on Saturday or sabado. It's in spanish! Hola, me llamo Holly. Me gusta nadar y leer. Me gusta cantar tambien. No me gusta ni practicar deportista ni bailar. Segun mi familia soy perezosa. Yo soy impaciente a veces.&lt;br /&gt;Ha, ha! if you can tell me what I just said I'll give you five gold stars.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I learned some Spanish in my Spanish class. I should go.&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465801787030274605-8761471003876191362?l=adkisons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/feeds/8761471003876191362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465801787030274605&amp;postID=8761471003876191362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/8761471003876191362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/8761471003876191362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/2007/11/it.html' title='It&apos;s Been a While,'/><author><name>The Adkisons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429898553895999038</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-6465801787030274605.post-952132340693610682</id><published>2007-10-20T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T19:38:57.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okie-Dokie</title><content type='html'>So I'm back from my Mimi and Papa's. They had an awesome garage sale. You know my plan to move to Oregon? Well, I seem to be the only one who's on the wagon. Is there something wrong with the West??????? Is there???????? I can see it just fine. Why can't they? It's not like I want to move to a shady apartment in down town NYC where the crime rate increses by the minute. I was thinking a small town like Mitford. Only with a starbucks. And a mall nearby. And a&lt;br /&gt;Barnes &amp;amp; Noble. Why do they call it that? "Barnes &amp;amp; Noble" Last names maybe? If not what's "Barnes" mean? Hmmm... I'm reading an amazing book called &lt;em&gt;Looking Glass Wars: Seeing Redd.&lt;/em&gt; It's a sequal to &lt;em&gt;Looking Glass Wars&lt;/em&gt;. The gist of it is, there is this girl, Alyss Heart, ho lives in Wonderland, A place ruled by White imagination, with her mother and father, the queen and king. When suddenly her Aunt Redd takes over the throne by killing the king and queen and sending Alyss to the real world. Poor 7-year-old Alyss is on the streets of London, homeless. She gets adopted by a family she doesn't much care for. She meets a man who she hopes will help her, so she tells him her story. But he gets it all wrong and publishes it as &lt;em&gt;Alice's Adventures In Wonderlan by Lewis Carrol.&lt;/em&gt; Alyss loses all hope. But 13 yeers later she's rescued and gets the throne back. Now I'm reading the sequal where Aunt Redd comes back. Over the weekend I read another book called &lt;em&gt;Stargirl.&lt;/em&gt; It was a cute story. I spent a while talking about a book didn't I? All well. Robin's coming home tonight with some Random kid he knows. Josh something. Sound suspicious. Haha! Anyways I best be goings. Wait I'll write a poem for Mimi first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Autumn sky,&lt;br /&gt;Crisp and blue,&lt;br /&gt;filled with stories&lt;br /&gt;of tragedies and histories,&lt;br /&gt;full of possibilities,&lt;br /&gt;countless treasures,&lt;br /&gt;we will never measure it's greatness.&lt;br /&gt;It is a gift,&lt;br /&gt;from God to us,&lt;br /&gt;It is a gift of loving kindness,&lt;br /&gt;to us simple minded,&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy it's simplicity,&lt;br /&gt;it's eternity,&lt;br /&gt;Bu soon it will be Spring,&lt;br /&gt;and the roses will sing,&lt;br /&gt;And I will have forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;My love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465801787030274605-952132340693610682?l=adkisons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/feeds/952132340693610682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465801787030274605&amp;postID=952132340693610682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/952132340693610682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/952132340693610682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/2007/10/okie-dokie.html' title='Okie-Dokie'/><author><name>The Adkisons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429898553895999038</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-6465801787030274605.post-4983815938275381512</id><published>2007-10-16T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T16:08:13.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soooooooooooooo....</title><content type='html'>I'm cooking Raman and listening to the ol' radio. Ah... the simple life.&lt;br /&gt;Who'm I kidding? Life isn't simple. It's rather complex. Confusing. Yup. Today was the usual 'cept for April got a NEW CELL PHONE! AND I DON"T EVEN HAVE ONE! Life is also not fair. And frightening. I decided where my dream house is.On the coast of Oregon. Looking out at the ocean. A decent sized cottage-meets-old-English-Oxford-meets-old-Italian Villa. By the beach. Doesn't it sound pretty? I think I'll be an engineer or hopefully a successful author. I got to go, my Raman's getting cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465801787030274605-4983815938275381512?l=adkisons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/feeds/4983815938275381512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465801787030274605&amp;postID=4983815938275381512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/4983815938275381512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/4983815938275381512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/2007/10/soooooooooooooo.html' title='Soooooooooooooo....'/><author><name>The Adkisons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429898553895999038</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-6465801787030274605.post-4905552977601727315</id><published>2007-10-10T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T19:21:00.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I suppose I am rather... belligerent. And I procrastinate. A lot. But hey who's perfect? Other than Jesus. Well? Nobody that's who! I've decided some people are walking the right path but on the side of the path are bushes of fruit. They see the fruit and they eat it. It taste sweet, so they continue to eat it. Then it taste sour and they vomit. After they realize they did wrong they go back to the path they were walking, expecting their companion (which they had completely ignored 'cuz it was His idea to go on this path) to have moved along. But surprisingly, He is still there, waiting. They expect Him to scoff at them and yell "You idiot! Go crawl over there and be done with you!" But He doesn't. He looks at them with compassion. And then they're all blubbering about how they're sorry and they can understand if He wants them dead. And then He says something that seems like it ought to be in a fortune cookie. He laughs dismissively at their childness, and then it hits them, like that basketball one never sees coming. They're &lt;em&gt;forgiven.&lt;/em&gt; Then they're filled with this utter gleeful bliss. And they don't even know why He stayed. If you haven't figured out that He is Jesus, um, you need help. I found my self on that path numerous times. The path is long and hard and takes endurance and faith. When He suggested it, you're all like "WOO HOO! Jesus wants to hangout with me. I am so cool." So many times have I surfaced from the cloudy water, nearly drowned, and realized &lt;em&gt;I'm the one who jumped in.&lt;/em&gt; I made the stupid mistake to swim with sharks. And then my ultimate Lifeguard, yet again has saved me. You feel like a complete fool! You try to come off as strong independent, when really all you want is a good cry. Crying is so refreshing. I love it. Like when I cried at the end of &lt;em&gt;Lord of the Rings: the Return of the King.&lt;/em&gt; Oh, so sad. I think adults should cry more often. And laugh. A good hearted laugh. They work, work, work, and never seem to notice the small joys in life. Like receiving a letter (so what if it's bills? Someone had to put it in the mailbox) or the small marshmallows in hot chocolate (So what if it goes to your thighs?) or non-diet soda. Things are getting better if you can laugh and cry and not be ashamed. I admire the person who really doesn't care if people think they're lame, or if they're cool, or have a geeky lunchbox. That's who I want to be. But since I'm so shallow and vain, it's hard to let people see your true colors. Well that's my serious thought of the day. I really wish we had some Popsicles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Forever doomed to think about the things most people ignore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Holly Or as Andrea and I have put it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ylloh Oj Nosikda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ta Ta for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465801787030274605-4905552977601727315?l=adkisons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/feeds/4905552977601727315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465801787030274605&amp;postID=4905552977601727315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/4905552977601727315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/4905552977601727315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/2007/10/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>The Adkisons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429898553895999038</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-6465801787030274605.post-8339129349327530223</id><published>2007-10-03T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T18:33:53.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;_&lt;</title><content type='html'>Today was the usual. So I'm going to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed. Not a theatrical sigh or an impatient one. Just a sigh. Nothing ever happened here. Here meaning Mansfield. Mansfield, Texas, the town that turned into a city. A new Kohl's just opened, and I was proud of my twelve dollar purchase. Neon pink, never thought I would own such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;I still had homework to be done. What was the point? I slave enough inside the school, and now they still make me break my back outside of it's cage looking up definitions.&lt;br /&gt;I sighed again.&lt;br /&gt;Contemplatng the fact I had to return tomarrow, I tried to think of ways to make life more exciting.&lt;br /&gt;What if people suddenly burst into song? There were more dance numbers, and it was natural to go to Wal-mart and the altos and sopranos start singing "Clean Up In Aisle Three."&lt;br /&gt;Or if there was more drama. Like a huge scene between pirates and ninjas. Or a tragic love story like &lt;em&gt;Romeo and Juliet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or possibly the classic Superman plot. A young, handsome superhero with a dark past, saves the world from the powers of evil.&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps a little more enchanting. Something like &lt;em&gt;Cinderella/Sleeping Beauty&lt;/em&gt; with a bit of &lt;em&gt;Robin Hood.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the Lord of the Rings route.&lt;br /&gt;The possibilites were endless. So was reality.&lt;br /&gt;I still had unfinished homework and school was still going to knock on my door.&lt;br /&gt;I sighed. Not a theatrical sigh or an impaitent one. Just a sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The narrator of this story is AMAZING! I totally agree with her. Where &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; the dance numbers? Well I should jet.&lt;br /&gt;Holly &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465801787030274605-8339129349327530223?l=adkisons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/feeds/8339129349327530223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465801787030274605&amp;postID=8339129349327530223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/8339129349327530223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/8339129349327530223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='&gt;_&lt;'/><author><name>The Adkisons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429898553895999038</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-6465801787030274605.post-1815662883421017812</id><published>2007-10-01T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T15:42:05.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama Mia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yeah, I was singing that song in the car. My mum still is singing it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Anyhoo&lt;/span&gt;, today was a spectacular day. This is a rare phenomenon in the life life Holly, especially since it falls on a Monday. I woke up with out much exhaustion. Got ready and went to school. English was cool '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; we didn't do none o' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grammer&lt;/span&gt; stuff (even though it is much needed). We read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; short &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;story&lt;/span&gt;, "Eleven", and I don't get it. The girl of the story starts crying because she has to wear a sweater that wasn't hers. Back to the point, I went to Algebra and we had a sub! I love subs because they don't know, that we know they're completely clueless. Mr. Cloud was really nice. What was ironic (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;WOOT&lt;/span&gt;) was in the car this morning me and my mum were talking about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;TEKS&lt;/span&gt; and in Algebra we had a bench mark! Maya, my friend, started to say something, and April who was getting tired of everybody talking yelled "Stop it!" in a British accent. She didn't mean to say it in British accent, she just has a habit of it. Then I went on to Spanish, and we went to the computer lab, which isn't as hi-tech as I thought it would be. Then I had science which we had a test in. It was easy. Then, Mum came and picked me up early! Sure it was 5 'til the bell but it beats waiting in class for an extra 5 minutes. &lt;em&gt;Then,&lt;/em&gt; we found out I didn't have to baby-sit and so we went to Kohl's and I got this cute shirt! And later &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna get ice-cream. My day was awesome, like me! I usually hate Mondays. My reasons why:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's the MURDER of the weekend. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I believe that we didn't have Mondays the weekend would go on ( I know there is no logic in that but I can dream.).&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's the beginning of a series of pointless days of "knowledge" *cough* torture*cough*. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;That in itself is enough to have Mondays banned.&lt;br /&gt;3. Ask you kids for other reasons.&lt;br /&gt;Adults, you can relate. Except for if you're retired, you have to go back to work on Mondays. Care to tell the adolescent population how &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; day was? Bet it wasn't so glamorous, huh? I highly doubt you get along with every one of your co-workers and you're all one big happy family. Unless you work at a candy store or insanely optimistic, you don't enjoy waking up to your blaring alarm clock that sounds like a fog horn or looking at the blinding sun. I think it's unfair adults call in sick when they don't want to go and they still send their kids to a place where how you look, and what you eat, is far more important than any equality law written by the Pilgrims! It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hypocrisy&lt;/span&gt;! You should be able to relate. Life isn't all sunshine and rainbows, it's got its downs. Turn that frown upside down isn't going to get rid of the problem. And then there are banned books where parents demand a book to be taken off the shelf because it could corrupt a child's mind. Sure, maybe their child but not everybody &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt;. And half the time all they do is pull a phrase out of context and use it as evidence! People have no idea how important or unimportant something means without the context of the book! I don't mean to preach a sermon, but I was on a roll. So hey don't be all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; girl should watch what she says or she'll be shooting herself in the foot one day. Yeah, that's probably going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;On to lighter subjects. I want to go to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; this summer. It would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; cool. To like go to the home of art and fashion. I could see the &lt;em&gt;Mona Lisa&lt;/em&gt;. That would be so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;rockin&lt;/span&gt;'!&lt;br /&gt;Well thanks for listening to my ranting.&lt;br /&gt;Love ya more than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;oreos&lt;/span&gt; and soap operas,&lt;br /&gt;Holly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465801787030274605-1815662883421017812?l=adkisons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/feeds/1815662883421017812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465801787030274605&amp;postID=1815662883421017812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/1815662883421017812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/1815662883421017812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/2007/10/mama-mia.html' title='Mama Mia!'/><author><name>The Adkisons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429898553895999038</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-6465801787030274605.post-2962249062760761505</id><published>2007-09-30T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T20:11:50.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compliments</title><content type='html'>I honestly don't like compliments. I don't know what to do with them. I usually mutter an "Um, thanks". I've gotten some pretty weird compliments. Apparently, people think I have pretty hair (said by a random waitress at Cracker Barrel), an amazing voice (says a girl in my choir), a cool name (says another girl in my choir), very poetic ( My friend Tiffany and the guy I helped with his poem), and a good writer (My aunt). It's weird. I like my hair fine, I think I have an ok voice, poetry was grilled in to my mind in fifth grade, and reading as much as I do I never thought my writing was as good. But hey, I'm in the midst of reading Dickens. G&lt;em&gt;reat Expectations&lt;/em&gt; is really good. I'm curious as to what you think: Dickens or Poe? Well this weekend I went to see &lt;em&gt;Mama Mia.&lt;/em&gt; It was really funny! It's my third show. I really want to see &lt;em&gt;The Phantom of the Opera &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; Marry Poppins.&lt;/em&gt; Here's a poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ode to the theatre:&lt;br /&gt;Mad, happy, sad,&lt;br /&gt;one can always tell,&lt;br /&gt;what is portrayed,&lt;br /&gt;by characters played,&lt;br /&gt;a facade of amusement,&lt;br /&gt;purely entertainment,&lt;br /&gt;awaits behind the curtain,&lt;br /&gt;waiting to be drawn,&lt;br /&gt;the orchestra is tuning,&lt;br /&gt;the conductor is awaiting,&lt;br /&gt;the actors begin.&lt;br /&gt;What is the end?&lt;br /&gt;a moment of suspense,&lt;br /&gt;What happens next?&lt;br /&gt;Has our hero lived,&lt;br /&gt;or does sorrow await?&lt;br /&gt;What of the fair maiden,&lt;br /&gt;who awaits his rescue?&lt;br /&gt;Will they be wedded?&lt;br /&gt;Or beheaded?&lt;br /&gt;One can only hope,&lt;br /&gt;that when the curtains drawn,&lt;br /&gt;they will live happily on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, what do ya think? Pretty good huh? Well I best be going.&lt;br /&gt;Love you more than oreos and soap operas&lt;br /&gt;Holly &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465801787030274605-2962249062760761505?l=adkisons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/feeds/2962249062760761505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465801787030274605&amp;postID=2962249062760761505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/2962249062760761505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/2962249062760761505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/2007/09/compliments.html' title='Compliments'/><author><name>The Adkisons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429898553895999038</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-6465801787030274605.post-8408603767289049066</id><published>2007-09-19T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T20:12:22.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Holly woke up and looked at her alarm clock. 8:00 am it read. It was actually seven but she had put it an hour ahead so she'd think she was running late for school. After getting over the shock of being late she closed her eyes for another 8 minutes. Then she got up and began getting ready for school. What was the point? It all seemed so pointless. When would she ever use the knowledge of the 13 colonies in the future? She wouldn't! She'd have some new electronic device to for that stuff. After making a lunch and climbing in the car with her ESL mother, she was on her way to her current "Torture Place of Death" as she called it. She sat for about thirty minutes in he mother's classroom waiting for the bell. One thing about have a mother as a teacher you got to school early which was where Holly read. When the bell rang she picked up her monstrous books and went to Language arts class. She loved her teacher who was a fan of sarcasm and energy drinks. This was her favorite class 'cause she had it with her friend April. That used to sit together but now they have a seating chart. Holly found this unfair. She wasn't the one who did the talking. Well she probably was but she didn't notice. Class went by in an incredibly slow blur. Then was advisory which was a blow off class where they did the morning announcements and the pledges. Then Algebra where there was a test. Then Spanish which had a quiz. Than science which seemed to hang in the air like an unwanted fog. When she met up with her mom after school and they exchanged there usual "how was your day?" "good" talk she was gone. Gone from school and was now sitting at the laptop narrating her day. She stopped to take a bite of her Ramen Noodle. She thought how odd it was writing about someone who is writing about someone who is writing about someone etc. She decided it was time to go and and hit the finish button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooooooooooooooo, how'd you like my story? That all actually happened. Isn't my day exciting? I'm glad to be done. well gtg.&lt;br /&gt;Holly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465801787030274605-8408603767289049066?l=adkisons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/feeds/8408603767289049066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465801787030274605&amp;postID=8408603767289049066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/8408603767289049066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/8408603767289049066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>The Adkisons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429898553895999038</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-6465801787030274605.post-810221481968807671</id><published>2007-09-15T10:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T11:22:54.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SORRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I know I know it's been a while. But that infamous place grown-ups call &lt;em&gt;school&lt;/em&gt; (a.k.a. prison) has been piling on this thing they call &lt;em&gt;homework.&lt;/em&gt; Homework is just another thing to make you child's life more miserable. Speaking of miserable, when I was in England I  saw &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Miserables&lt;/em&gt;. It was good. I recommend. Last night I was at my totally awesome friend's house. But for the protection of Andrea I will refrain from saying her name. Ha, ha! If you didn't catch the joke &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; I already said her name, I don't know what to day. I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;making&lt;/span&gt; one of my specialty meals: Mac and cheese. On the stove, mind you, not the microwave.  Anyway back to school. I think we need another holiday. Let's call it... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Holumbus&lt;/span&gt; day! Another joke. I think I should be a comedian. You know '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so humorous. Or maybe it's my cynicism. Cynicism, sarcasm, and irony are great stuff. i never leave home without 'em. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hmmmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;. My baby-sitting job is sky-rocketing! I'm like a multi-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;millionaire&lt;/span&gt;. I bet you're all jealous. My mac and cheese is don so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;gtg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465801787030274605-810221481968807671?l=adkisons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/feeds/810221481968807671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465801787030274605&amp;postID=810221481968807671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/810221481968807671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/810221481968807671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/2007/09/sorry.html' title='SORRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>The Adkisons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429898553895999038</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-6465801787030274605.post-3430809812585144294</id><published>2007-09-06T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T17:42:06.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Kristen's B-DAY!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well it's a new month, and you know how I get to start it? I get to start it with sickness ad unfairness. We'll start with the sickness. I think I caught something from my choir teacher who was sick earlier on. So now I can't say five sentences with out coughing like your cat during a hairball attack. And now for the unfairness. My dad had said we all get new cell phones. But apparently all doen't include &lt;em&gt;moi.&lt;/em&gt; Just imagine with me: You are a thirteen year old girl who is surrounded by a media throwing cell phones in your face and you out of all the student body don't have a phone. Do you feel ostracized? Out of it? Hmmmmm? To be honest, I don't really care. I mean I can deal without a phone. My school even comes with its own payphones. Isn't that cool?!?!?!?!? You're all probably like she's contradicting herself. No, that's not it. I just like sounding dramatic. &gt;_&lt; I tried out for the v-ball team and didn't make it. In the locker room all the girls were like "I'm soooooo nervous" and I'm all like "I don't care if I make or not" Which was cool 'cause I'm almost positive some girls actually cried. It's really hard for me to believe that I'm not at Grace anymore. Now I'm in Public school hanging out with my Asian friends. The down side to being at public school is waking up every morning. Speaking of school I just remembered I have a Spanish project due and it's not done. Gtg.&lt;br /&gt;Holly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465801787030274605-3430809812585144294?l=adkisons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/feeds/3430809812585144294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465801787030274605&amp;postID=3430809812585144294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/3430809812585144294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/3430809812585144294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-kristens-b-day.html' title='It&apos;s Kristen&apos;s B-DAY!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>The Adkisons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429898553895999038</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-6465801787030274605.post-8765060437915494733</id><published>2007-08-30T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T16:07:00.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I CAN SING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ha ha! I'm an alto in my choir. I made a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;. I've got cool teachers. I have home work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; I know, I know. Cry on my behalf cause I have to be strong! No crying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm trying out for Volleyball. I met a girl named Whitney who's crazy good at setting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; today I'm talking bout first impressions. I think they're hilarious. Everyone is trying to come across as something they're not and the funny thing is you can tell. Like that preppy girl *cough* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jordan&lt;/span&gt; *cough* who tries to come off as calm and smart. Or that guy whose trying to be all hardcore and he's used to wearing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;polos&lt;/span&gt;. i think first impressions go great when you be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt; instead of being something your not. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;GTG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Holly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465801787030274605-8765060437915494733?l=adkisons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/feeds/8765060437915494733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465801787030274605&amp;postID=8765060437915494733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/8765060437915494733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/8765060437915494733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-can-sing.html' title='I CAN SING!'/><author><name>The Adkisons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429898553895999038</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-6465801787030274605.post-4334899435822639687</id><published>2007-08-28T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T15:06:29.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>school *dread*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OKOKOKOKOKOKOK&lt;br /&gt;school. I started school yesterday. I know you all are upset you'll see less of me. on A-days I go Language arts, advisory, Algebra 1, Spanish 1, and science. On b-days I go Language arts, advisory, U.S. History, P.E., and choir. That's it! I'm sooooooooooooooo busy. I got all this stuff going on. Monday after school I have baby-sitting. sigh. I'm tyring out for Volleyball. There's nothing going on that's sooooooo thrilling I can't not tell you. Um................. I'm going camping. That should be fun. and hot.&lt;br /&gt;Holly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465801787030274605-4334899435822639687?l=adkisons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/feeds/4334899435822639687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465801787030274605&amp;postID=4334899435822639687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/4334899435822639687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/4334899435822639687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/2007/08/school-dread.html' title='school *dread*'/><author><name>The Adkisons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429898553895999038</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-6465801787030274605.post-7968098249876480112</id><published>2007-08-25T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T18:09:01.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>forgeting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I totally forgot my friends birthday party. I wouldn't have showed up if she hadn't called me. The result of my forgetfulness was a ride with my friend Andrea whose family is infamous for being late.  My friend Haleigh is here. Where was I? Oh yeah. another result of my forgetfulness was at my friend Bethany's b-day party, and i forgot her gift. I told her I left it at home, when in truth I just didn't buy her one. I told her I'd mail it to her, but I never did 'cuz there was no present to send. Now she won't invite me to her b-day parties anymore. Another example of forgetfulness was when my dad was making cinnamon toast and forgot about and it caught on fire. The kitchen wreaked of smoke. Forgetting must be in human nature 'cuz i do it all the time. Like when i have quizzes or test. That always ends in a bloody massaccer. You know with a 50 or below. I have a horrible habit of not getting up. out of bed. I. LOVE. SLEEPING. IN.  i mean i just feels like I'm old. "Cuz you know Teens are supposed to be infamous for sleeping in. So technically if your like old and you sleep in your like fifty years younger! No offense Mimi or Papa. I love you guys. Now my friend Matti is here. Should I try to entertain them? Like a good hostess? Man I feel like a Popsicle. gtg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Holly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465801787030274605-7968098249876480112?l=adkisons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/feeds/7968098249876480112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465801787030274605&amp;postID=7968098249876480112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/7968098249876480112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/7968098249876480112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/2007/08/forgeting.html' title='forgeting.'/><author><name>The Adkisons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429898553895999038</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-6465801787030274605.post-2516977226634812605</id><published>2007-08-24T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T13:44:52.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch... wow.</title><content type='html'>Well, tody I went to GPA and had lunch with my friends. I felt like an imposter. I was in dress code so they wouldn't kick me out, but it just felt like... I was trying to hard. Lunch was great! I sat with Madelynn, Andrea, Kriss, Mollie (I can't believe she died her hair.), Brianna, Matti, Haleigh, A new girl named Lexi, and I can't remember the other girl's name. Everyone up to Matti is in 8th grade everybody else was in 7th. So ther's this huge monumentel unity thing. I don't really care but hey. I also got a free half of a 3 musketeers bar. That was pretty cool. I was kind of disappointed i didn't see all the new kids. That's about all that happened tody. i decided to start writing in my journal every day. And I'm also going to keep another journal for writing. Maybe I should mention that I love writing. I love writing and reading, the two &lt;em&gt;rrrrr's&lt;/em&gt;. My favorite subject is English. School starts this Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm all depressed and could use a Popsicle to cheer me up. bye.&lt;br /&gt;Holly&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465801787030274605-2516977226634812605?l=adkisons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/feeds/2516977226634812605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465801787030274605&amp;postID=2516977226634812605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/2516977226634812605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/2516977226634812605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/2007/08/lunch-wow.html' title='Lunch... wow.'/><author><name>The Adkisons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429898553895999038</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-6465801787030274605.post-1659261342315145565</id><published>2007-08-23T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T11:34:28.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I never realised just how much is going on. Right now a man might be building up the courage to propose to his girlfriend. Or a little girl is crying because the boys won't let her play baseball 'cuz she's a girl. Or a married couple is arguing over what color to paint the living room. Or a guy is swimming when he accidentally swallows water and drowns. Even when we don't realize it people are living their lives right now. Some are dieing right now. Some are coming into the world as we speak. Life. What is it? If you can give me a really good definition for that I will pay you a million dollars. People live their lives searching for a purpose. I guess what we all really want is to love and to be loved and have the peace that comes with knowing that. What's awesome is anyone can find their purpose in life in one word: Jesus. Thank God He sent His Son! What's really mind blowing, is that we &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; God. He's&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; necessary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for us to live. He doesn't need us. Yet, he still keeps us around no matter how messed up we are. No matter how Fallen. He loves us. He always and always will love us. And for that I love Him. I love Him for sending His Son. I gave my life up for Him. I will die for Him every day. Sure I forget and stumble, but He's always there waiting to take me back. Why? I haven't the slightest idea of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; He'd love me. that question echoes in my head. Well I got to go clean my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Holly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465801787030274605-1659261342315145565?l=adkisons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/feeds/1659261342315145565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465801787030274605&amp;postID=1659261342315145565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/1659261342315145565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/1659261342315145565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/2007/08/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>The Adkisons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429898553895999038</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-6465801787030274605.post-797608874309056220</id><published>2007-08-21T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T17:23:54.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gY0ezC2jj48/Rst_UfBXmfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JntWghn56G8/s1600-h/P8210012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101310992828570098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gY0ezC2jj48/Rst_UfBXmfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JntWghn56G8/s320/P8210012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's a picture of Robin, me, and Andrew. Personally, I don't think i look so great. But that's my opinion. anyhoo, I really don't have the slightest idea of what to write. I know I Say that every time, but hey, who cares?  I'm gonna hit the library later. I guess i should say that I love reading. I can't stand not having something to read, so I buy my favorite books so I can read it again. *sigh* There is actually nothing coming to mind! What do you want me to write about? I love my dog. She's so cute! She's begging my Dad for some food. I GTG&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Holly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465801787030274605-797608874309056220?l=adkisons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/feeds/797608874309056220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465801787030274605&amp;postID=797608874309056220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/797608874309056220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/797608874309056220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/2007/08/heres-picture-of-robin-me-and-andrew.html' title=''/><author><name>The Adkisons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429898553895999038</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gY0ezC2jj48/Rst_UfBXmfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JntWghn56G8/s72-c/P8210012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465801787030274605.post-3799678184134267382</id><published>2007-08-20T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T09:51:50.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It's Holly as usual. Actually that's a lie. 'Cuz I'm not very usual, I'm &lt;em&gt;un&lt;/em&gt;usual. I'm so bored, as per usual. Andrew's stupid. Just sayin'. I'm really out of ideas of what to write. My friends from GPA start school today. Maybe I should talk about something big like Global Warming(Makes me laugh), Evolution(Lies. Was Darwin on medication?), Abortion( or Murder), or any other issue that teens like me face everyday. What's with society? I mean, honestly, scientists think they can create atificial &lt;em&gt;life&lt;/em&gt; in 3 to 10 years. It's stupid! Global Warming is not gonna happen. The world is going down in flames. Evolution is just... fictiousous. Can you prove evolution is real? No. Can you prove evolution is false? Yes. Don't even get me started with abortion! Reading over what i typed, I sound so... IDK. Moving on to less serious issues. I have a new favorite kind of ice cream. Coffee Chocolate Chunck. So good! Coffee and ice cream just go together. Like together, they're just so poetic. Like starbucks poetic. That's poetic. This is what I picture: An old man with white hair totally rockin' the toilet seat hair cut. He's reading &lt;em&gt;The New York Times &lt;/em&gt;(Why do they call it the times?) drinking black coffee and eating a bowl of vanilla ice cream. Then he puts down his newspaper in a sudden rush of inspiration and starts writing poetry! Oh my cow! Wow. The imagery. LOL. I make myself laugh. Out loud. Today is one of those days where you don't feel like doing anything. So I'm stickin it to the man and doing something. Like breathing or watching the television. Well gtg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Holly &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465801787030274605-3799678184134267382?l=adkisons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/feeds/3799678184134267382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465801787030274605&amp;postID=3799678184134267382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/3799678184134267382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/3799678184134267382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/2007/08/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>The Adkisons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429898553895999038</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-6465801787030274605.post-1694411556635964424</id><published>2007-08-18T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T13:48:22.746-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff'/><title type='text'>Breaking News!</title><content type='html'>Robin shaved his head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465801787030274605-1694411556635964424?l=adkisons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/feeds/1694411556635964424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465801787030274605&amp;postID=1694411556635964424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/1694411556635964424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/1694411556635964424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/2007/08/breaking-news.html' title='Breaking News!'/><author><name>The Adkisons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429898553895999038</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-6465801787030274605.post-6101016105289432700</id><published>2007-08-18T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T13:47:52.867-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stamps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='claustrophobia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad similes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squeamishness'/><title type='text'>...?...?...?..?!?!?!?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I. AM. SO. BORED. BTW it's Holly. *sigh* I guess I should tell you about yesterday, but I really don't want to. So I'm going to leave you in suspense. Actually it's not suspense, 'cuz suspense is eventually relieved at the end of a story. I'm not gonna tell you at the end of this post. We've got these really cool stamps. they've got like 4 different pictures. One of the pictures is of a bat. The bat looks sooooooo adorable! i want a pet bat. OK now I'm gonna relieve you of the suspense I knew you were dieing with and tell you about yesterday. As some of you know Robin and a bunch (enphesis on the bunch) of people had an art show. Like all of Asia came. Except for they were all like not Asian. But like you know over populated. So the garage is like very hot from the body heat and your standing shoulder to shoulder with a bunch of random people who are like fifty years older than me! So I stayed inside. I only got a glimpse of the artwork; I was too claustraphobic to go in ther. Does that make me a bad sister? Not looking at my bro's art? Anyway, inside one of the parents was talking to my dad and he started talking about his &lt;em&gt;knee surgery.&lt;/em&gt; Now thos who know me know that I'm as squemish as all get out. This was like a nightmare. I was doubled slightly over in my chair, studying the ground very closley, and plucking at the hem of my jeans. &lt;em&gt;And then, &lt;/em&gt;my dad decided to tell me about this new diet thing. I was like this chemical that made you not want to eat. Jeez, doesn't that sound safe? Well you have to inject it. everyday for 45 days. O_O I was on the verge of tears. the one thing bout medical stuff i absolutley can't stand i shots. I broke down in tears last time had to get one. Whatever. I cry easily. Like in the LION KING, when Mufasa dies. That just kills my heart. I also think if I saw road kill happen I would be scared for life. Speaking of road kill, One of my leaders at a d-now, she was awesome, told us this story of this time when she was driving. Well as she was driving she saw a cat and a duck in the road and she accidently hit the duck. When y leader looked back in her rear view mirror she saw the cat pawing at the duck. Doesn't that make you want to cry? My sisters are comig into town today. i wonder who gets my room? Well GTG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Holly &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465801787030274605-6101016105289432700?l=adkisons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/feeds/6101016105289432700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465801787030274605&amp;postID=6101016105289432700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/6101016105289432700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/6101016105289432700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='...?...?...?..?!?!?!?!?!?!'/><author><name>The Adkisons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429898553895999038</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-6465801787030274605.post-573218331483495648</id><published>2007-08-16T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T13:44:41.368-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='popsicles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun run-ons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='font'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby-sitting'/><title type='text'>Yeah I know I rock.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm using &lt;em&gt;Verdana&lt;/em&gt; text. Doesn't that just sound cool? My mom isn't very good at keeping up with this thing. So yeah it's Holly the best Adkison thank you very much. I am sensitive to others' needs. The need to know everything going on everyday. But if it weren't for you guys I wouldn't be writing-- well actually typing-- this. Anyway I've been baby-sitting all week so I don't have much of a life anymore. It's all Wake-up crazy early, play cars, watch Thomas the Train (Which BTW I have a fear of now and they say "cross" instead of angry. Maybe angry is too strong a word. But I never learned the word cross until like 5th grade.), make lunch, nap time, be bored for 4 hours, go home, and repeat. And now school is right around the bend. I'm throwing away my GPA. I mean the school and the grade point average. I'm now going to Public school to spread the word of God. I was called and I'm both scared and excited about it. Excited 'cuz I'm doing the Lord's work. I don't like that sentence it sounds conceited. I'm helping with the Lord's work. i like that one better. "cuz it's not me who saves the person It soooooooo is God. Without Him we're dead! Anyway, I'm scared to 'cuz I know like no one at my new school. but whatever I'll make friends. I guess in the end it's like anxiety, but it says in the Bible, "Be anxious for nothing but in everything with prayer and supplication let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God which surpasses all understanding will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." Isn't that reassuring? I LOVE GOD! And to anyone in the Youth Group FX is now called the Field. I think the website is thefield.ms. I have an undying love for POPSICLES! OMG! THEY. ARE. AMAZING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Is there anything else? I totally went rolling. It was AWESOME. Poor Mollie's house got rolled back. She had to pick it up 'cuz it was her party. just FYI we've been back from England fr like 2 months. Oh and Robin's back. Yup. My nails grew so now when I tap the table it sounds sooooooo cool. Now I sound like the annoying secretary you see on TV. Well that is if you have a TV. I wonder if more people watch TV then they take their vitamins. I'd like to see those statistics. I'll like words with lots of syllables. Anyhoo, I think I'll go this is starting to get dull.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Holly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Now it's time for spell check!&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/6465801787030274605-573218331483495648?l=adkisons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/feeds/573218331483495648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465801787030274605&amp;postID=573218331483495648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/573218331483495648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465801787030274605/posts/default/573218331483495648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adkisons.blogspot.com/2007/08/yeah-i-know-i-rock.html' title='Yeah I know I rock.'/><author><name>The Adkisons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06429898553895999038</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></feed>
