<?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-36216194</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:01:03.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FizzySprite</title><subtitle type='html'>a bored teenager who doesnt log into her myspace account 'cause shes a nerd. 
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yay!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizzysprite.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36216194/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzysprite.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fizzy Sprite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953408130768189140</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36216194.post-116214626271950463</id><published>2006-10-29T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T10:24:22.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is totally plagerism, and this is origionally from ‘cynical bstd’s blog, but I thaught it was kewl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. One thing I've never done in front of an adult: scratch my butt&lt;br /&gt; 2. One sport I wish I could do: lacrosse&lt;br /&gt; 3. One thing I used to be able to do but have lost the ability to: touch my nose with my tounge&lt;br /&gt; 4. One job I wish I could have had: creating store front displays&lt;br /&gt; 5. One food I can't live without: california rolls(sushi rolls w/ cucumber)  &lt;br /&gt; 6. One food I could easily live without forever: kippered snacks&lt;br /&gt; 7. One book I think is a classic: redwall&lt;br /&gt; 8. One song I wish I'd written: …cant write songs anyways….&lt;br /&gt; 9. One thing I wish I had more control over: my attitude&lt;br /&gt; 10. One thing I dislike about myself: procrastination&lt;br /&gt; 11. One thing I admire about myself: easy to get along with&lt;br /&gt; 12. One thing I would change about Canada: eh?&lt;br /&gt; 13. One vehicle I hope to own someday: lime green mini cooper&lt;br /&gt; 14. One profession I have no respect for: telemarketing&lt;br /&gt; 15. One sexual activity I have never tried but want to: Whoa there, killer!     My mother reads this blog.&lt;br /&gt; 16. One sexual activity I have never tried and don't want to: eww.&lt;br /&gt; 17. One holiday I could live without: st. patties day&lt;br /&gt; 18. One piece of clothing I can't live without: fuzzy socks&lt;br /&gt; 19. One thing I'm afraid of: monkeys&lt;br /&gt; 20. One thing I'm happy to have: my family and my fuzzzy brown dog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36216194-116214626271950463?l=fizzysprite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizzysprite.blogspot.com/feeds/116214626271950463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36216194&amp;postID=116214626271950463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36216194/posts/default/116214626271950463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36216194/posts/default/116214626271950463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzysprite.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-is-totally-plagerism-and-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Fizzy Sprite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953408130768189140</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-36216194.post-116174336933437240</id><published>2006-10-24T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T20:22:54.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gah, i just went out to lock up our rather stupid rabbits Rosy and Merry, and they weren't in their pen. or the hutch. or in their burrow. &lt;p&gt;just a minute, i have to go eat dinner. ill finish in a sec.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyways, they werent there, right? well, i flash the flashlight around, and theres a red flash from one of the bushes in the chicken pen.....what a pain...  Well, the minute Merry sees me, 'Hey, im outta here.' so the dog and i search the whole pen, and find him finally, under another bush. Its kinda hard for a white furred, pink eyed rabbit to hide in the dusk, and he holds really still like 'You cant see me!' Hmph. &lt;p&gt;i get within a couple inches of the furball, and woosh! hes gone again. Sick and tired of chasing a rabbit around in the dark, I'm like, 'Tucker, Get 'im!' lol. the chase is on. &lt;p&gt;Just so ya know, tucker, our border collie mix, wouldnt actuall &lt;em&gt;hurt&lt;/em&gt; Merry. Chase him, pin him with a paw, maybe. Gum him and drool on him, sure. But he wouldnt break the skin of the dumb bunbun, or break bones. &lt;p&gt;so we finally catch the stupid thing, and i look around. during that whole chase, no sign of our other bunny, Rosey, who is brown and white, with big brown eyes. tucker trots away as i put Merry into the hutch, cause he knows theres supposed to be &lt;em&gt;two&lt;/em&gt; bunnies.i shove Merry in the hutch, and i hear tucker pawing at the area between these compost bins and the wire fence, and this weird, huffy snorty sound that Rosy makes. Found 'er. &lt;p&gt;She had somehow shoved her way past one of the bins and was stuck in this triangular space, with the fence on one side, and the two bins on the other two angles. (sorry if this is hard to follow.) ya see, she couldnt get out because shes...ahem... a bit..&lt;em&gt;rotund&lt;/em&gt;. yeah. Shes a fatty bunny.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;she stuck, and pisssed off at the do at prodding her thru the fence. well, serves her right. &lt;p&gt;In the morning, ill have to find where Merry got out and block it up with a rock or somthing, cause im not looking forward to putting away the bunnies again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36216194-116174336933437240?l=fizzysprite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizzysprite.blogspot.com/feeds/116174336933437240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36216194&amp;postID=116174336933437240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36216194/posts/default/116174336933437240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36216194/posts/default/116174336933437240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzysprite.blogspot.com/2006/10/gah-i-just-went-out-to-lock-up-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Fizzy Sprite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953408130768189140</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-36216194.post-116173902872880511</id><published>2006-10-24T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T18:18:35.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>augh, the weathers miserable, and im sick with cassies strep throught....pity party for keely. i miss my mommie, and daddies eaten half of all the cookies mom left before her trip.(she made a double batch of molassis cookies, and another of chocolate chip cookies.) pft, whatever. his hips, not mine. &lt;p&gt;gah, theres this guy at school, (lets withhold a name just for kicks).....skip it. his name is steven, and he's my friend hadleys "ex". is that bad that i like him? gah, my common sense, the little concience thingy, tells me to stay away for now; but that voice is very quiet against the loud shouting of my other self saying 'go for it, quick! he &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; isnt with a girl, and before long he'll get scooped up by another girl!' i hate myself for listening to the louder voice &gt;.&lt; &lt;p&gt;on the other hand theres lotsa other guys in school if hes not interested.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36216194-116173902872880511?l=fizzysprite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizzysprite.blogspot.com/feeds/116173902872880511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36216194&amp;postID=116173902872880511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36216194/posts/default/116173902872880511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36216194/posts/default/116173902872880511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzysprite.blogspot.com/2006/10/augh-weathers-miserable-and-im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Fizzy Sprite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953408130768189140</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-36216194.post-116126719664404459</id><published>2006-10-19T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T07:13:16.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm gonna add a photo to my profile. I guess I have to post it in the text first, so here is is: &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1012/4043/200/DSCN0909%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36216194-116126719664404459?l=fizzysprite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizzysprite.blogspot.com/feeds/116126719664404459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36216194&amp;postID=116126719664404459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36216194/posts/default/116126719664404459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36216194/posts/default/116126719664404459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzysprite.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-gonna-add-photo-to-my-profile.html' title=''/><author><name>Fizzy Sprite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953408130768189140</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-36216194.post-116123076984839877</id><published>2006-10-18T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T07:15:57.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gah, hey, whats up? This isnt much like myspace, but it'll do fer now...;3 soooo, just to have fun, im gonna leave my age and picture a supposed mystery for now; but the reason I  made this blog is because I'd like to keep up with my friends and family, and eventually post some of my art on here when i get a scanner. i gotta go for now, but ill check up later, kay? talk to y'all soon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Keely&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36216194-116123076984839877?l=fizzysprite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizzysprite.blogspot.com/feeds/116123076984839877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36216194&amp;postID=116123076984839877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36216194/posts/default/116123076984839877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36216194/posts/default/116123076984839877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzysprite.blogspot.com/2006/10/gah-hey-whats-up-this-isnt-much-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Fizzy Sprite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953408130768189140</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>
