<?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-6177557184341791517</id><updated>2012-01-17T14:01:07.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephanie Joy's Story</title><subtitle type='html'>.A young girl with big dreams.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177557184341791517.post-479718260271006019</id><published>2012-01-17T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T14:01:07.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd First Day!</title><content type='html'>Today overall was fine. I have one professor from new york, one from south Carolina, and one from Hungary.  So, I'd say I have a wide variety of accents to work with. Not complaining, just interesting I do suppose. My Individual and Society professor was not my favorite. I loved every single professor last semester, and 2 out of 3 this semester is not too bad I suppose. But so far, my first impressions of this guy are not okay... He swears. Alot. and says "MMMMKAY!" like the teacher on south park. The entire time I was in there I felt like I was in a prison camp! Come to find out, he worked in a prison for 13 years. :( We can't have any electronics. No phones, ipods, laptops, nothing. And if you get caught 3 times, you fail the class. That is some serious business for a gen ed class nobody is suppose to work extensively in. UGH! I am at 18 credits this semester... and after the first day, I would say that this is going to be a LONG semester. I already have hours worth of homework in every single class. But hey, nobody said this was going to be easy. It's going to be difficult, and I will have to work at this every second of every day. In the long run I'll be happy with my career, and my life. So, no complaining, only trying harder to work harder. :) That is all for now. I'm off to start this homework! Thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;~stephanie joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-479718260271006019?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/479718260271006019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=479718260271006019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/479718260271006019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/479718260271006019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2012/01/2nd-first-day.html' title='2nd First Day!'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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-6177557184341791517.post-5973000734989812665</id><published>2012-01-16T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T21:03:15.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part Two: Here we are again...</title><content type='html'>Today I moved back into my dorm room, and it feels so strange. I finally got use to living here and then i had to move back home. I have been home for over a month and have gotten use to that, but now I must move back again. It is bitter sweet. I miss home. I'm glad I am back here though; there are good and bad things.  I have my books all ready to go for tomorrow. My first day of classes include Psychology of the exceptional child, Individual and Society, and Calculus I. Sounds like an exciting first day! Check back tomorrow and I will let you know how the day went. As for now, I am heading to bed. Good night.&lt;br /&gt;~stephanie joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-5973000734989812665?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5973000734989812665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=5973000734989812665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/5973000734989812665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/5973000734989812665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2012/01/part-two-here-we-are-again.html' title='Part Two: Here we are again...'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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-6177557184341791517.post-1605269553621599469</id><published>2011-12-05T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T18:40:15.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Year Experience: Half Way Point.</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe that this year is already winding down! I have 6 more days of classes and then 3 final exams left to go! I am all registered for my second semester of college already! This first semester has been wonderful! I have met so many people and have had so many great experiences here already! Some productions I attended this semester include:  NWC, Operatic Gems, Blast!, The Art Institute Chicago, The Contemporary Art Museum Chicago, Macbeth, Guys &amp;amp; Does, Thodos Dance Chicago, and The Edwin Booth Company Presents.  I will also be seeing The Nutcracker with my mother and sister in 2 weeks.  I will be auditioning for "She Stoops to Concur" next semester and will also be taking Acting I and Intro to Technical Theatre! I cannot wait! I will also be in Calculus I, Individual and Society, and Psychology of the Exceptional Child! I will be at 18 credits, as full as it gets, but it sounds like a blast to me! I am so pleased with my first year here, but I'm ready to be home for awhile now. :) Happy Holidays Everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-1605269553621599469?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1605269553621599469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=1605269553621599469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/1605269553621599469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/1605269553621599469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2011/12/first-year-experience-half-way-point.html' title='The First Year Experience: Half Way Point.'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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-6177557184341791517.post-4448858501235850202</id><published>2011-11-20T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T18:31:27.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Year Experience: Busy Weekend!</title><content type='html'>Most eventful weekend in a long time!&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Frsh/Soph play! and catching up with Mr. Reilly. :)&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Work. Fresh/Soph play again! More catching up with friends! Made Cars Mac and Cheese with my baby brother. Call from Steven to catch up!&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Sleeping in! Laundry! and then Worked all night long.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Work! Then Light the Parks Parade with Zoe and Jason!&lt;br /&gt;Heading back to Whitewater soon! What a wonderful weekend spent with wonderful people. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-4448858501235850202?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4448858501235850202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=4448858501235850202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/4448858501235850202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/4448858501235850202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2011/11/first-year-experience-busy-weekend.html' title='The First Year Experience: Busy Weekend!'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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-6177557184341791517.post-2181212953572389645</id><published>2011-09-27T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T20:00:29.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Year Experience: Event #2 "NWC"</title><content type='html'>This evening my New Student Seminar class, also known as my Learning Community, went to dinner at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Esker&lt;/span&gt; dinning hall. I got mashed potatoes and proceeded to wait in this terribly long line that went around the entire buffet area in order to get pasta, which of course, was the last thing in the line... After waiting about 10 minutes... After my mashed potatoes were cold. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; got to the pasta and put some on my plate. The group ate in the Whitewater room and I sat with my friends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Amanda&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jordan&lt;/span&gt;. I began to eat my cold potatoes which were still yummy. However, the pasta was nasty, and not worth the wait. :( Eating with my girls was super fun though! We event got seats next to each other to see the show &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;NWC&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;N.W.C. stands for 3 naughty words that we should not ever say. The play had only 3 guys. It was a comedy. There is not an easy way for me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;describe&lt;/span&gt; this show, it is just something you have to experience.  I will only say this, I laughed, and gasped the entire time! Some things were so hilarious. Some things were so sad. And others just down right crazy town, "I can't believe he just said that!" All in all it was a wonderful 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; experience. Stay tuned for next week! I'll be attending a lecture on H2O and a music show entitled "Opera Gems" Should be fun! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;stephanie&lt;/span&gt; joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-2181212953572389645?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2181212953572389645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=2181212953572389645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/2181212953572389645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/2181212953572389645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-year-experience-event-2-nwc.html' title='The First Year Experience: Event #2 &quot;NWC&quot;'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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-6177557184341791517.post-1011592832219125542</id><published>2011-09-25T18:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T18:49:53.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Year Experience: Home for Homecoming</title><content type='html'>This previous weekend I went home for my high school homecoming weekend.  I attended the Assembly and Football game. I was able to see many of my good friends.  My life has been going through many changes lately so it was good to get a little inspiration from the people that love me most. :) Ben had a bon fire at his house, and I was able to spend the entire evening with Holly, Hannah, Kelci, Tyler, Brina, Ben and a few others. It was truly a wonderful evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~stephanie joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-1011592832219125542?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1011592832219125542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=1011592832219125542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/1011592832219125542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/1011592832219125542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-year-experience-home-for.html' title='The First Year Experience: Home for Homecoming'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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-6177557184341791517.post-5366957471514443749</id><published>2011-09-20T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T16:01:14.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Year Experience: "Perspectives"</title><content type='html'>I would just like to take the time today to share with you a story told to the class by my Global Perspectives professor. This may not be very funny to you all, but I really enjoyed class today and am going to blog this post for my own reading later on in my life. :)&lt;br /&gt; She told us a story about when she took a small group of students to Russia for a tour/visit.  The group went to a dinner at a friend of my professors home.  She cooked all 15 of them dinner and invited them into their home with open arms.  In return the students thought they should do the dishes as a way to say thank you, since she would accept no money.  The students, using democratic thinking, organized the dish schedule by days. everyone was assigned a day, and on said day they would do the dishes.  The Russian woman thought it was HILARIOUS! And everywhere she went she would explain to her friends that the Americans were going to take turns doing the dishes. Even the guys in the group were going to be assigned a day!  They thought it was so unreal. My professor explained to us, that at that time in Russia, they all thought that men couldn't do dishes. Like they CAN'T do them, like the can't have a baby! (My class all busted out in laughter because here we obviously know men can do dishes... they may not be very skilled. but they are capable.) She went on to say that things are beginning to change there.  The last time she visited, about four years ago, she said she started to see men grocery shopping! Now, they didn't exactly know all of the rules of grocerying, like staying on the right side and if someone is behind you and you can't find the pickles, you slide your cart over so they can get around you; but either way, they were grocery shopping.   Moral of the story, is that not everyone thinks of sharing jobs and sharing dish washing among the guests in an orderly fashion... but getting slightly off topic always makes for an enjoyable class period. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~stephanie joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-5366957471514443749?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5366957471514443749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=5366957471514443749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/5366957471514443749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/5366957471514443749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-year-experience-perspectives.html' title='The First Year Experience: &quot;Perspectives&quot;'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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-6177557184341791517.post-4578875542538146450</id><published>2011-09-12T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T22:40:12.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Year Experience: Art Experience #1!</title><content type='html'>Today was the grand opening of the first art exhibit in the Crossman Gallery which is located in the Center of the Arts here on campus.  The genius behind the idea for the exhibit made an appearance as well as some of the artists. The exhibit was entitled Sobre Vivendo: Manejese con Cuidado, meaning Surviving: Handle with Care.  The works were all prints of various endangered species in a city in Mexico. The idea was to make people aware of these endangered species in order to help save them.  The art was so magnificent, and the story behind each print was moving.  It was a wonderful experience getting to see all of these pieces and the man behind it.  At times it was slow moving because he only spoke Spanish and it took double the time to have a translator repeat what he just said. But it was absolutely amazing to hear everything he had to say about the exhibit.  That particular exhibit has only been shown in 3 cities in Mexico, and 1 city in America. So to have it shown to us here on campus was so surreal. The art was so enjoyable and i did not even care that I had to write a paper on the exhibit. It was so enjoyable getting to share with my professor my thoughts on the exhibit. :) An experience I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~stephanie joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-4578875542538146450?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4578875542538146450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=4578875542538146450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/4578875542538146450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/4578875542538146450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-year-experience-art-experience-1.html' title='The First Year Experience: Art Experience #1!'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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-6177557184341791517.post-2168062128235250126</id><published>2011-09-12T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T22:33:20.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Year Experience: Week One</title><content type='html'>Week one flew by! It was only 3 days long after all. My classes went really well. All of my professors are fabulous, and I sit by friends in every single one of my classes. :) Monday and Wednesday seem to be my girl days. I spend most of my day with my two friends Amanda and Jordan, and then Tuesday and Thursday I usually go to dinner with Tim and Ben. The homework has been manageable so far and has been easy to balance with fun time.... Hopefully it stays that way. The facility here is wonderful. All of the buildings are beautiful inside and out and I really enjoy walking around campus, although it gets really hot some days.  I'm sure it'll be freezing cold soon enough though... They have completed the construction project on the opposite side of the building next to us, and have now moved to right outside my bedroom window. They woke me up when they were a block away, and now I get woken up each and every morning by construction dudes right outside my window. But oh well! At least I never over sleep. :) Ultimately, its wonderful here. I miss my friends and my family all the time, but ill survive. These four years will most likely fly by faster then the last four years of high school did. Tis all for now, I'm off to dream land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~stephanie joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-2168062128235250126?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2168062128235250126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=2168062128235250126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/2168062128235250126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/2168062128235250126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-year-experience-week-one.html' title='The First Year Experience: Week One'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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-6177557184341791517.post-2341468397426026784</id><published>2011-09-03T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T22:09:00.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Year Experience: Class Update</title><content type='html'>So as you may already know, I have changed my major about 500 times this summer.  Classes start Tuesday and I have finally made a final decision... I hope. ;) I no longer am an Art major, but will be a Secondary Education Major in Mathematics with a minor in Theatre. The classes I will be taking this semester include:&lt;br /&gt;Personal Health and Wellness. 1 credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Elementary&lt;/span&gt; Functions (a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Precalc&lt;/span&gt; class). 5 credits. (That means its important)&lt;br /&gt;Global Perspectives. 3 credits. (I have this class with Ben)&lt;br /&gt;World of the Arts. 3 credits. (I have this class with my new friend Tim)&lt;br /&gt;New Student Seminar. 1 credit. (I have this class with Ben and Tim :) )&lt;br /&gt;Women's Chorale. 1 credit. (I have this class with my new friend Jordan.)&lt;br /&gt;Giving me a grand total of 14 credits this semester.&lt;br /&gt;My new advisor recommends you take 15 credits, but he also said that it is best to go easy your first semester to get use to college living.  And since typical students start with a math 120 class it would be easier, but because of my ACT score I am in a math 152 class... Therefore my class will be a bit more challenging. My health and wellness class ends in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;october&lt;/span&gt;, I have the two months before that to decide if i want to take a 1 credit gym class during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;november&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;december&lt;/span&gt;.  That will put me at 15... but i only need 12 credits. so i suppose 14 will be good for now. :) This weekend has been flying by! Only two more free days and then classes will start on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;. Wish me Luck! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Toodles&lt;/span&gt; for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;stephanie&lt;/span&gt; joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-2341468397426026784?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2341468397426026784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=2341468397426026784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/2341468397426026784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/2341468397426026784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-year-experience-class-update.html' title='The First Year Experience: Class Update'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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-6177557184341791517.post-2180506191115796189</id><published>2011-09-02T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T12:41:01.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Year Experience: Club U-Dub-Dub</title><content type='html'>DAY 2 at Whitewater!&lt;br /&gt;Club U-Dub-Dub is the freshman orientation! It started at 10am. and went until 11:30 pm... it was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;loooonnnnngggggg&lt;/span&gt; day, but it was so much fun! We all started the day with a hilarious comedian Micheal Dean Ester! His message was about following your dreams and "Do your thing!" He told us that our life is a movie, and we are the director. The entire show had us all laughing and clapping. It was a memory I will never forget. After that we went to our "club house" and I met my club! Club 62 the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Beuax&lt;/span&gt; Arts learning community club! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Beuax&lt;/span&gt; Arts it the name of the Arts learning community at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;UWW&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone in it is involved with the arts in one way or another. It gave us a chance to meet new people that were interested in the same things we were interested in. People in Band, Art, Music or Theatre. It was great because we played "get to know you" types of games. But it was different when it was all art students, because everyone knew what you were talking about! You could use stage terms, or music terms and no one was like, "wait... what's that?" So that was really fun, and really great. Ben was in that group so he was with me the entire day. But i began to meet a few new people as well. Kim Kim is a music major and she loves lady gaga. Another friend of mine is a guy named Tim. He is a Theatre major. Tim and I talked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; that night. I see us becoming good friends, and we have two classes together this semester. :) Later &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;during&lt;/span&gt; the day we went to another lecture comedian this time a women. She wasn't as funny as the first guy, but she had so many wonderful messages. One moment that really hit everyone was when she related everything we do, to that of a 5 year old. She showed a picture of herself when she was 5, telling us that if you wouldn't put that 5 year old in a specific situation, why would you want yourself to be in that same situation? I quite enjoyed it, because many of my friends tease me about looking 5, sounding 5, acting 5, and eating in ways a 5 year old might eat. But that day, right there, i was able to turn to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ben&lt;/span&gt; and say, "see, being 5 years old like me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; so bad after all is it?" Just goes to show everyone that I'll be alright. :) Ive been making good decisions, and will continue to do so. Don't worry guys.&lt;br /&gt;After that we had a bit of a break. We all changed and got all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;purpled&lt;/span&gt; up! We went back to our club house and made signs and put on purple face paint so we were all ready for the pep rally!!!! It started with us all chanting our various cheers! We were club 62. One chant was when our leader would say, "Who are you?" Then we would respond,"CLUB 62, AND WERE BETTER THAN YOU! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;WOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!" It was so much fun. :) Everyone was pumped with energy and we then all ran through this tunnel of people including staff, football players, cheerleaders, and dancers! The entire freshman class of 2015 filled the stadium! As we waited for everything to start they played great music and the entire crowd was singing and dancing and cheering! At one point the speakers went out and the entire stadium continued to sing along to the song that had been on! It was so awesome and so much fun! we got to hear the band play and see the cheer and dancers do routines. The QB of the football team gave us a nice message and then we learned our school song! we sang through it twice and then we learned the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;warhawk&lt;/span&gt; strut. "shake shake shake your butt, and do the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;warhawk&lt;/span&gt; strut! Shake it to the right, shake it to the left! Shake it with the one you love tonight!" It was so much fun! Once the rally was over the entire class proceeded out to paint &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;warhawk&lt;/span&gt; drive purple! We all boot on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;booties&lt;/span&gt; over our shoes grabbed the paint rolled and painted the street purple!!!!! Once it was all complete the cannon sounded &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;signifying&lt;/span&gt; that we were ready to start out adventure here at Whitewater. So many memories were made that night, and will never be forgotten. Day 2 complete. Success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;stephanie&lt;/span&gt; joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-2180506191115796189?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2180506191115796189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=2180506191115796189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/2180506191115796189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/2180506191115796189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-year-experience-club-u-dub-dub.html' title='The First Year Experience: Club U-Dub-Dub'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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-6177557184341791517.post-7379903522424355502</id><published>2011-09-02T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T12:19:44.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Year Experience: Move in.</title><content type='html'>Today is the day. Moving away from loves park and headed for whitewater. Mother and I started the day off nice and early shopping for my last minute supplies. I got to say a few important goodbyes and then it was time to load the car... or should i say cars. :) My cougar was full, and so was the back of the suburban. We picked up Ms. Devin Jolene. and then my Mom, Dad, Devin, and I headed for the small city! When we arrived i went to get my room key while the others unloaded. Dad had a hobbley leg. so he waited while the rest of us carried aaaalllllll of my stuff to the 4th floor of the residence hall. that first trip seemed long but I'm already getting used to it. We then unpacked and set everything up. I met my roommate Jessie. She is very nice, often quiet, but I am sure that will change soon. And probably my favorite thing about her... she is short like me. :D  Once i was settled and goodbyes were made I ventured off to change my major with Ben. I am now a secondary education major. degree in Math with a minor in Theatre. :) Sounds fun to me! Once that was settled it was off to get books! Whitewater has a wonderful textbook rental system. it was wonderfully organized and only 74 dollars for any and all books i needed and it was included in tuition! :) I found all of my books rather quickly except my Math book... they had about 3 aisles full of math books. and i need to find the one for my class. 152. I knew I needed a book for that class. I just could not find it anywhere! up and down the rows i went. searching and staring and it was nowhere to be found... after about 10 minutes of standing in the middle of the aisle. i found it. about 4 feet above my eye level. HAHA! if only i had a taller person with me... they could have helped me spot it faster. but either way. I got my books. and probably my favorite part about getting books... i got to pick which book i wanted! I didn't get stuck with yucky nasty books! I dug through the piles and got the clean, new, nice looking books with no bent covers or yucky corners. it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Later that night we had a floor meeting for everyone on my floor. We met both of our RAs and then got a chance to mingle with other people on our floor. Everyone is a freshman like me. There are 72 on the floor. CRAZY! Jessie and I met the people across the hall from us and their neighbors. Jessie, Elisa, myself, and one other girl I can't remember her name... but the four of us went walking around campus. Looked around and that was fun. I then met up with ben for dinner at Drumlin Hall. My first meal on campus. Pizza, a bread stick, lemonade, and jello. :) it was delicious! After that Ben and I went to a hypnotist show. It was absolutely hilarious! Great way to end Day 1 at UWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~stephanie joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-7379903522424355502?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7379903522424355502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=7379903522424355502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/7379903522424355502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/7379903522424355502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-year-experience-move-in.html' title='The First Year Experience: Move in.'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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-6177557184341791517.post-9006048112673383691</id><published>2009-04-09T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T14:29:18.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOORAY!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FINALY&lt;/span&gt; in C&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;horaleers&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! I AM SO EXTREMELY EXCITED!!! YOU HAVE NO IDEA!!! =] you see, C&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;horaleers&lt;/span&gt; is an audition choir at my school. The past two years I have been in treble choir, which is an all girls choir.  I have loved these past two years because everyone that is in that choir has had the same lunch and the same gym class. I have gotten really close to my girl friends.  And since it is an all girls choir that all means an all girls gym. The all girls gym has been the absolute most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; thing!! I love it because there are no guys that snatch the ball away from you, and no guys that think you wont do good and they never let you play. Its all girls so we all tend to participate... with the exception of a few weird people. ha ha. I just love it because I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have to worry about anyone else I can play and have fun and get a good grade. As many of you know, stupid people have decide to go to the 7 periods instead of blocks at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Harlem&lt;/span&gt;, so next year all of this will change. Choir students won't have gym or lunch together, everything will be all jumbled and we are going to be split up. =( Its going to be sad.  This year almost all of my friends are in C&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;horaleers&lt;/span&gt;. I want to be in it too! Today the list for next years choir was posted and I, Stephanie Joy R., is in C&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;horaleers&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;AAAAAHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! I Feel like screaming and crying and peeing all at the same time!!!! I am so excited and SO HAPPY!! =] It is ALL thanks to Mrs. Cain! =] I love that women so much. She has done WAY too much for me to write on here, but the list goes on and on. This year, sadly, is her last year teaching at Harlem, but I will never forget this women. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; love her, and thank her everyday for making my life what it is. I would not be the person I am today, without her. I must go now before I start crying...&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;stephanie&lt;/span&gt; joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-9006048112673383691?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9006048112673383691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=9006048112673383691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/9006048112673383691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/9006048112673383691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2009/04/hooray.html' title='HOORAY!!!!!'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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-6177557184341791517.post-1797388516887754659</id><published>2009-03-21T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T10:58:51.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends.</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; lately, and something that I realised is that I am really really glad that I have so many amazing and wonderful friends. So I am going to talk about my friends in this post. They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; in any special order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1. Devin Jolene &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cardot&lt;/span&gt;. =] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/ScUn2cKD9lI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/UOzaUY8C2vI/s1600-h/devin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315698751405553234" style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/ScUn2cKD9lI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/UOzaUY8C2vI/s320/devin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been best friends for 11 years now. We aren't as close as we once were, but we are still best friends, and I LOVE THIS CHICK! She is so hilarious, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I am with her I can not stop cracking up! We have had so many good times together and those times just keep coming... =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Makenzie&lt;/span&gt; Adel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Krebeck&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/ScUn2YCbVsI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ZOqEcAfghbU/s1600-h/makenzie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315698750299788994" style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/ScUn2YCbVsI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ZOqEcAfghbU/s320/makenzie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Maky&lt;/span&gt; and I have been friends since 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade. We don't hang out that much, but this girl brightens my day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I see her. She is always smiling and making people happy. =] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3 Benjamin Evan Riddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/ScUpeOQ-VHI/AAAAAAAAAKc/pLT78Bq646I/s1600-h/ben.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315700534382842994" style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/ScUpeOQ-VHI/AAAAAAAAAKc/pLT78Bq646I/s320/ben.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Benjee&lt;/span&gt; in 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade. We weren't really close then... but We have became best friends over the year. Ben is that person that I can talk to about anything. He's so fun to be around, and his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;crazyness&lt;/span&gt; cracks me up. His family is so sweet, and me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt; have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; in common. We talk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;. Friday we had a half day, and after hanging out with a few friends I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ben's&lt;/span&gt; house for 9 hours! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. We just talked and talked and talk. And I'm going over to his house again today. =] What can I say. We are best friends. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#4 Sean Micheal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Mohler&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/ScUn2S2iRCI/AAAAAAAAAKM/6QytPIOvqBQ/s1600-h/sean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315698748907734050" style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/ScUn2S2iRCI/AAAAAAAAAKM/6QytPIOvqBQ/s320/sean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell anyone his middle name. He might freak out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Sean is crazy. He is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;crazyest&lt;/span&gt; and most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;obnoxious&lt;/span&gt; person I know. (That says &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; considering my sister is pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;obnoxious&lt;/span&gt;.) But yea. Sean is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt;, but I love him. =] Hes one of my really good friends too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Adaweya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Diab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/ScUn2D3fn_I/AAAAAAAAAJs/vEADNsNlcrw/s1600-h/addie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315698744885223410" style="WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/ScUn2D3fn_I/AAAAAAAAAJs/vEADNsNlcrw/s320/addie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addie and I don't hang out... ever. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. But we Talk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;SSSOOOO&lt;/span&gt; much. She knows just about every single thing that ever happens in my life, and I am not over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;exaggerating&lt;/span&gt;. I tell her everything. She's a good friend, I am so glad that I have her in my life. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#6 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Alyrica&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Hecox&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/ScUn2Hv9sJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/hHxVG-f17eE/s1600-h/alyrica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315698745927381138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/ScUn2Hv9sJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/hHxVG-f17eE/s320/alyrica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Alyrica&lt;/span&gt; is so cute. We have been friends for a while but it was really this year that we started talking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. We have gotten really close and its nice to have a breakfast &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Buddie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;every morning&lt;/span&gt; at school. =] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#7 Austin Gabriel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Brummett&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/ScUpdwOJ7NI/AAAAAAAAAKU/OqoP3ycwqJg/s1600-h/austin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315700526317956306" style="WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/ScUpdwOJ7NI/AAAAAAAAAKU/OqoP3ycwqJg/s320/austin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Austin is so cute. We aren't dating anymore, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; okay because we are still really close and we are still good friends. We have spent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of time together this year. We have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of fun when we are together and I am never going to forget this kid. Hes changed my life. Hes amazing. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... i would love to write more about all of the amazing people in my life. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; is being stupid and it won't let me get more pictures of my people. So i will have to make a part 2 of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Buh&lt;/span&gt; Bye for now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;stephanie&lt;/span&gt; joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-1797388516887754659?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1797388516887754659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=1797388516887754659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/1797388516887754659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/1797388516887754659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2009/03/friends.html' title='Friends.'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/ScUn2cKD9lI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/UOzaUY8C2vI/s72-c/devin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177557184341791517.post-6406938459357278541</id><published>2009-01-22T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T15:01:53.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day.</title><content type='html'>Today was the first day of a new semester. Therefore, I get all new classes.  My new schedule goes like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st block: Intro to Art&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; block: Honors Biology &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Acc&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3rd block: Treble Choir/ Gym&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; block: Health&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intro to Art:&lt;br /&gt;I was very excited to have this class. ART! WOO! but this... is intro to art.   Where I will be relearning the basic art elements over again for about the 500&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; time.  I didn't really think the class &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; be easy, but I thought I would enjoy it. I really miss art class. But I do not know anyone in that class except one girl that I know that is a freshman. The class today was really EXTREMELY boring. And nobody talked. They were like ZOMBIES! The teacher asked a question, and everyone just sat there... I nodded and smiled. =]  The teacher seemed nice, but she is a hard grader. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a little worried about that part... She said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; one person in the class would get an A. That person will be me, because I do not get B's. ESPECIALLY IN ART CLASS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honors Biology &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Acc&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE CLASS!!!! I LOVE SCIENCE! I don't really like biology,  because of what you learn about, but I think the class will be fun.  The teacher is great, and I KNEW EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN THAT CLASS!! except for one... but hes really nice! we talked and were kind of friends now. =]  The people in that class are so cool, and I am just really going to love that class.  I already know. It is going to be so much fun everyday. Other than what we are learning but still... So I sit next to Cody. I hope we get to keep our seats so that he will be my lab partner. Hes cool. Then to the left I sit by Tyler Ward. =] &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;! I love that kid. I have known him since forever and hes hilarious. Then behind me is this kid Ben that i didn't know, but now i know. And also my good friend Haley. =] Yep... that class is going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir/Gym&lt;br /&gt;same old. same old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch today was crazy.  My normal was extra crowded. 6 new people sat at our table. Keep in mind these tables are suppose to seat 8. And we already had 7, now we have 6 more. =( I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; I will sit with my friends, not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Austin's&lt;/span&gt; friends. I love his friends and I love him. But i didn't like lunch today.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; I would like to sit with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Devin&lt;/span&gt; and M&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;akenzie&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Cody&lt;/span&gt;, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Austin&lt;/span&gt; might get mad if I start being with Cody all the time... so I'm not sure what I am going to do yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really want to take health. It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;required&lt;/span&gt; so I am taking it. I hate that class. After one day, I already don't like it. I am a student that has all accelerated classes and I get A's. Then I go to health. And I have a "team teacher" which is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;basically&lt;/span&gt; a teacher for people who need extra help or need to be taught &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;differently&lt;/span&gt; or something. I don't know. But I have never had one before, and I don't need one now. The teacher is fine. I like him. But I don't like the people in my class.  And the teacher has to explain every single word he says in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;easier&lt;/span&gt; words. And I am really not use to that, I am use to my teachers using big words. And not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;having&lt;/span&gt; to explain them.  It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;annoying&lt;/span&gt;. But yea, that was my first day with new classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;stephanie&lt;/span&gt; joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-6406938459357278541?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6406938459357278541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=6406938459357278541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/6406938459357278541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/6406938459357278541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-day.html' title='First Day.'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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-6177557184341791517.post-5224416686709398082</id><published>2009-01-16T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T20:54:46.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY NIGHT WITH DEVIN!!!</title><content type='html'>So today, me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Devin&lt;/span&gt; went to the mall. =] It was so much fun. I saw a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt; of my friends, like S&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;heyenne&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Stephanie&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Derek&lt;/span&gt;. It was fun. We went shopping at H&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ollister&lt;/span&gt;, and I bought a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt;. And we went to lots and lots of places. It was really fun. Here are some of our pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we went to C&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;oldstone&lt;/span&gt; C&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;reamery&lt;/span&gt; and had some yummy yummy ice cream! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/SXFfabHMXVI/AAAAAAAAAI8/0ssfSZyKY_I/s1600-h/100_2591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292115944696208722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/SXFfabHMXVI/AAAAAAAAAI8/0ssfSZyKY_I/s320/100_2591.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I needed to go get gas. And D&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;evin&lt;/span&gt; was amused by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;taking&lt;/span&gt; pictures of me while pumping gas. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pictures like this one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/SXFfasjN4OI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Ns_jGQRRy3A/s1600-h/devnsteph2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292115949377151202" style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/SXFfasjN4OI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Ns_jGQRRy3A/s320/devnsteph2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/SXFfapufTEI/AAAAAAAAAJc/KZeMic9SOzU/s1600-h/devnsteph4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;!!! and this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/SXFfapufTEI/AAAAAAAAAJc/KZeMic9SOzU/s1600-h/devnsteph4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292115948619123778" style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/SXFfapufTEI/AAAAAAAAAJc/KZeMic9SOzU/s320/devnsteph4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It says pump is on. Indicating that I am indeed actually pumping gas. In the freezing cold 22 below zero temperature!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;!!!! I needed some though. Its better to stand in the freezing for a few minutes, than to run out and be stuck in the freezing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This next photo is of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;manikin&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; eagle!!! Whoever dressed it had forgotten to pull the shirt all the way down. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I was walking with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Devin&lt;/span&gt; in the mall and started laughing really hard. I was like, "DEVIN! LOOK! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;!!" and she was like, "what am i looking at?" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. and Then she noticed. We both were standing in the middle of the mall &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;cracking&lt;/span&gt; up. Other people walked by and didn't notice and had no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;clue&lt;/span&gt; why we were laughing so hard. But, we knew why we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; laughing. and we took a photo to share with you, and maybe you can laugh a little bit too, at the topless &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;manikin&lt;/span&gt; in the widow at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; eagle. =] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/SXFfalFjlyI/AAAAAAAAAJU/eDR3PDMdP9g/s1600-h/devnsteph3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292115947373696802" style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/SXFfalFjlyI/AAAAAAAAAJU/eDR3PDMdP9g/s320/devnsteph3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This next one is one of my new favorites of me and my best friend. Here we are at wet seal, trying on some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; glasses that we found. H&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;AHA&lt;/span&gt;!!! we look gorgeous don't we? Yes. We do. =] I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/SXFff0TAAfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/C2qrVfmLmqo/s1600-h/devnsteph5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292116037355962866" style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/SXFff0TAAfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/C2qrVfmLmqo/s320/devnsteph5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last one that I have to share with you all is this one of us at target. I don't like this picture as much as I love the one above it. But we still look gorgeous in this one too. =] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/SXFfaQlfqRI/AAAAAAAAAJE/TStcepAnLFc/s1600-h/devnsteph1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292115941870512402" style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/SXFfaQlfqRI/AAAAAAAAAJE/TStcepAnLFc/s320/devnsteph1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love our shades. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that is all I have for now. Hopefully I will post again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;. Have a great weekend everyone! Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LEAVE COMMENTS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;stephanie&lt;/span&gt; joy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-5224416686709398082?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5224416686709398082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=5224416686709398082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/5224416686709398082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/5224416686709398082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-night-with-devin.html' title='MY NIGHT WITH DEVIN!!!'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/SXFfabHMXVI/AAAAAAAAAI8/0ssfSZyKY_I/s72-c/100_2591.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177557184341791517.post-984014040542701331</id><published>2009-01-16T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T20:55:33.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YUMMAY!!!</title><content type='html'>so today. I hung out with my best best friend!!! We went shopping, and out for ice cream, and we had lots of fun. And while we were out we stop at target. And I was really craving some sierra mist, and some gummy bears. So... I bought some!!! =] And that is my picture for today. =] my sierra mist bottle, and my gummy bears. They were so yummy, but now my tummy hurts. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to post a few more pictures of my evening later. I just had to put this picture up now for my picture of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/SXFbD5XFJqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/e1xRMZW97j0/s1600-h/100_2596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292111159632406178" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/SXFbD5XFJqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/e1xRMZW97j0/s320/100_2596.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;comments&lt;/span&gt;. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stephanie&lt;/span&gt; joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-984014040542701331?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/984014040542701331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=984014040542701331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/984014040542701331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/984014040542701331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/yummay.html' title='YUMMAY!!!'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/SXFbD5XFJqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/e1xRMZW97j0/s72-c/100_2596.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177557184341791517.post-1112206911398842558</id><published>2009-01-12T14:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T14:33:28.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALS WEEK!</title><content type='html'>Today marks the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of finals week.  That means that this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; I have final exams.  These wonderful tests are worth 20% of my grade.  Because Harlem is amazing I have Blocks, which are even more amazing.  So I only have to worry about four classes.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Although&lt;/span&gt; next year this will not be the case, but I am going to enjoy Block &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;scheduling&lt;/span&gt; while I can.  So Thursday I have a Spanish 2 Final, and I also have my Honors English 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Acc&lt;/span&gt;. final.  Then this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; I have my Honors Geometry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Acc&lt;/span&gt;. Final and then I have choir so I will not have two finals that day, only one.  Today was such a busy day at school.  I had a quiz in geometry, a presentation that I needed to have memorised in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt;, then in choir we had voice testing, and in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; we had to memorise a poem. Today was crazy, but I got through it.  And now I need to prepare for my finals.  My phone is off, and my books are out.  Now I just need to go study. =] For my picture of the day, I took a photo of my books.  It seemed fitting because my day is completely revolving around school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/SWvC4qj-kHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/MU7bEWdPsFM/s1600-h/day1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290536466030432370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/SWvC4qj-kHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/MU7bEWdPsFM/s320/day1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now, thanks for reading,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;stephanie&lt;/span&gt; joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-1112206911398842558?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1112206911398842558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=1112206911398842558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/1112206911398842558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/1112206911398842558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/finals-week.html' title='FINALS WEEK!'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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/_EwOpbni-G-k/SWvC4qj-kHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/MU7bEWdPsFM/s72-c/day1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177557184341791517.post-304437123983598533</id><published>2009-01-11T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T19:12:42.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>Last year when i first started this, well... Let's just say, I didn't post very often last year.  But, this year, starting right now, I am going to try very very hard to post &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;! Okay? okay. I don't have much to say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;.  But I think I am going ti put a picture up of each of my days.  And tell you about the picture. I t sounds like a good idea to me. And my mommy will be happy. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for reading. that is all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stephanie&lt;/span&gt; joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-304437123983598533?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/304437123983598533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=304437123983598533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/304437123983598533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/304437123983598533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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-6177557184341791517.post-276884419704270863</id><published>2008-12-16T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:10:28.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAN IT BE???</title><content type='html'>YES! I am posting!!!! Okay, so I have a very funny story to tell all of you. Well, I thought it was funny at first, that was until I was hit with the after math.  Here goes my story. So today in gym class after doing our usual warm-up my class and a few students from other classes went upstairs to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weight&lt;/span&gt; room... like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; place where you work out on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tread&lt;/span&gt; mills, and you lift &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;weights&lt;/span&gt; up there. So anyways, we were up there for gym and in the weight room there are two sets of doors that you can use to enter and exit the room.  On one side there is a set of stairs that takes you down into the hallway then into the gym that leads you to the girls locker room. The other set of doors leads you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;straight&lt;/span&gt; to the gym that takes you to the locker room. I needed to get to the locker room so I could change and then go to lunch. I was very hungry today after working out so much in gym. =] So when the teacher released us, many student went out the door that takes you too the hallway.  Actually, everybody went that way except for 6 girls.   The much faster way is to go out the other way.  Then you just go down those stairs and into the gym.  Also with only 6 of us going that way would be much faster.  So, my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Whitney&lt;/span&gt; and I decided to go the short way.  Also 2 other girls that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;jrs&lt;/span&gt;. from our gym class followed us.   And two other girls that i have never seen in my life went the faster way too.  So the 6 of us walk down the stairs and in front of us is the door that leads to the gym.  We pull on the doors and much to our dismay, the doors are locked. DARN! so much for the fast way.  We then went back up the stairs to go back into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;weight&lt;/span&gt; room to go down the other stairs and go into the gym.  And again we are looking at the doors that lead to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;weight&lt;/span&gt; room and we pull... and GUESS WHAT!!! LOCKED! YES! Both sets of doors were locked. there are no windows in the doors either. they are black solid doors.   So all six of us were trapped in the hallway.  So we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pounded&lt;/span&gt; on the door that leads to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;weight&lt;/span&gt; room, and nobody answered. By this time everyone was downstairs and going through the gym to go into the locker room.   So we ran down the stairs and started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;pounding&lt;/span&gt; on the door and yelling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;help&lt;/span&gt;, help, we are locked in!  and sadly, no body came to the rescue. So we sat there, waiting, and waiting, still pounding on the door.  Nobody came.  I wanted to go to lunch! I wanted to go home! How long would we be in there? Nobody knows where we are!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;AAH&lt;/span&gt;!!!  Luckily, one of the creepy girls I have never seen before was a bad student. And she had brought her phone to gym class with her.  WOO!!!! A PHONE!! Perhaps we could tell someone we were in there and they could free us! but who to call?? I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have many numbers memorised because I can just look for them in my contacts in my phone.   So what to do? nobody knew who to call... THE SCHOOL! YES! We could call the school and they could send someone to free us!! At this time we still thought it was pretty funny, but we began to worry that we would be locked in the hallway for a very long time. AND we were in our ugly grey gym shirts and shorts. AND IT WAS SNOWING! And there was not any heat in that hallway, and if there was it was not on, and we did not fell warm.  So anyway, we thought we would call the school, but would anyone know the schools number by heart?  And again, LUCKILY, I was with a&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;nother&lt;/span&gt; slacker girl that called the school often to call herself in because she wouldn't be at school that day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;HA HA&lt;/span&gt;! So, she called the school and very nicely said, hello, I am Erin and we are trapped in a hallway near the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Auxiliary&lt;/span&gt; gym.  Could you please send somebody down to let us out? The lady on the other end simply said okay, and hung up.  I don't think she believed us! But think about, would you believe a girl on the phone telling you that a bunch of girls are locked in a hallway and they need someone to let them out? I think she thought we were prank calling her.  So we waited about 5 minutes, still banging on the door and yelling.  Evidently nobody could hear us.  And if they did, I guess they didn't care.  So after the 5 or so minutes had past we called again.  At this time the bell had rung and we were locked up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;during&lt;/span&gt; our lunch period.   So a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; girl called the second time and she said, "okay, seriously, there are 6 girls here and we are locked in a hallway.  We need someone to come and let us out so that we can change and eat lunch." This time the lady believed us, and she called down an aide and so we waited.  We waited another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; 8 minutes.   So we were locked in there a very long time, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; almost 25 minutes.  That is a long time to be locked in a hallway in your school.  So FINALLY! the aide showed up.  She was not happy. She opened the door and very rudely asked us what we were doing in there!! OBVIOUSLY WE were TRAPPED! and we were waiting for her to come let us out.  Then she asked who our teacher was and we were all from different classes so we didn't name anyone and we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; just trying to get to lunch.  So me and my friend ran to the locker room, and the other girls walked there too.  Then I changed as fast as i could.  And somehow that crazy mean hall aid was down there asking us for our names.  The other slacker girls teased her and gave her crazy names, but then she asked to see all of our IDs so that she could give us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;referrals&lt;/span&gt;. =( I don't get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;referrals&lt;/span&gt;. I have never gotten one in my life.   And to get one for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; getting locked into a hallway? WHAT!?!?! It isn't my fault my stupid school has doors that lock you into the hallway.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;SHEESH&lt;/span&gt;!  I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;very very&lt;/span&gt; sad.  For those of you that may not know, I am a perfect student. I never get in trouble! I have NEVER gotten a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;referral&lt;/span&gt; EVER!!! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt; EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT IS!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;UHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!! So, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; me and the other 5 girls are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;having&lt;/span&gt; some sort meeting with the principal.  I can't believe it though.  My day was going rather well, and i really don't think that I should get in trouble.  I made a mistake.  How was I suppose to know that the door was going to be locked? It is always unlocked every other time! Also, how was i suppose to know that the other door would lock behind us? I didn't know.  I have only been up to that room a few times and I was unaware.  So yea, that is my story.  I thought it was worth sharing.  And I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; posted anything in a really really long time.  I am going to try to blog more.  Please comment!! And tell me what you think of my story. =] thanks for reading! I LOVE YOU ALL! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;stephanie&lt;/span&gt; joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-276884419704270863?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/276884419704270863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=276884419704270863' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/276884419704270863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/276884419704270863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2008/12/can-it-be.html' title='CAN IT BE???'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177557184341791517.post-668022539384857516</id><published>2008-09-18T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:15:22.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>=]</title><content type='html'>okay. so for those of you that read this blog. you may not know that i have a boyfriend. =] his name is A&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ustin&lt;/span&gt;. he is a freshman. and yea. i like him. a whole bunch. so yea. if you have any questions you can leave me comments. and i can answer all of your questions in my next post. it will give me something to talk about. alright. so anyway, we are going to homecoming together and i thought i would share this story with you. At my school we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;participating&lt;/span&gt; in "Pennies for Peace" a program that helps build schools in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pakistan&lt;/span&gt;. At my school there was a "homecoming package" that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;available&lt;/span&gt; to anyone who donated three times. on three different days. anyone who did that, got their name put into a drawing for the prize. it included two homecoming shirts, with our slogan "FEAST ON EAST" =] and two tickets to the homecoming dance, and 50$ to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; of the winners choice. sounds like a pretty good prize, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; you agree? so the other day me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Austin&lt;/span&gt; were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;discussing&lt;/span&gt; what we were going to do for homecoming. we disgused who was paying for what and rides and that sort of thing. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Austin&lt;/span&gt; said that he wanted to pay for all of my stuff. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Austin&lt;/span&gt; is a freshman. in high school. only fourteen years old. and ... he had a summer job. but he isn't making any money currently. so i was thinking that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; going to work so well, because his parents said they were not going to give him any money&lt;br /&gt;(or so that is what he told me. but it is very possible that he just assumed that and didn't actually ask.) , but he assured me he would get the money. he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know how. but he would get it. he could use his birthday money he got last month. but then today &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;during&lt;/span&gt; the morning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;announcements&lt;/span&gt;, they were telling everybody that the winner of the homecoming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;package&lt;/span&gt; would be drawn today. and YOU WILL NEVER GUESS WHO WON!!!!!!!!! AUSTIN!!!! YEA!!!! MY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;BESTEST&lt;/span&gt; BOYFRIEND EVER! HE WON! and it was crazy because we were just talking about who would be paying for dinner. and evidently our school will be giving us 50 DOLLARS FOR DINNER!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!!!! =] and shirts! and tickets! i was so happy and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; even win! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. I REALLY wish I could have seen his face though. that would have been amazing. I wish i could have seen MY face. I was so excited. and I wasn't even sure if he was going to be buying me dinner with that money. I was just happy that he won! =] but yea. I will answer any questions you may have about him. I know you all may be a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; that i haven't mentioned him sooner. this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; will be our 2 months. =] so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; cool i guess. =] but please &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; be mad at me that i waited 2 months to tell all of you. I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have time. I have been so busy with school. and with my friends. and with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Austin&lt;/span&gt;. but HERE YOU GO MOTHER!!!!!!! I POSTED A BLOG!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt; YOU STOP BUGGING ME ABOUT IT NOW!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! I POSTED SOMETHING NEW!!!!!! =] &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;heehee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that is all for now. LEAVE COMMENTS AND QUESTIONS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. please dont get mad at me for incorrect punctuation and capitilization. i was in a hurry while typing and it takes a long time to capitalize and punctuate correctly. heehee. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;stephanie&lt;/span&gt; joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-668022539384857516?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/668022539384857516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=668022539384857516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/668022539384857516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/668022539384857516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='=]'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177557184341791517.post-4605342365015659311</id><published>2008-08-24T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T08:48:49.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>Long time no see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as many of you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; know last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; was my first day of school. =] It was very exciting.  Currently, I am taking Honors &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Geometry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Acc&lt;/span&gt;. , Spanish 2, Treble Choir/P.E. , and Honors English 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Acc&lt;/span&gt;. =] That sounds super fun right? hm... what else? I know that i haven't posted a blog on here in a REALLY long time, so there must be more that I should tell all of you.  Well last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; I  got my hair highlighted. It was a light brown color and now it has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt; and red highlights! =] SUPER CUTE RIGHT?? YEA! I know! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;heehee&lt;/span&gt;. and all of my family members that read this blog may or may not know that I have a super fabulous boyfriend at the moment. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;! =] Hes great. and really nice.  Any question? you can comment this and i will be sure to answer them A.S.A.P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;stephanie&lt;/span&gt; joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-4605342365015659311?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4605342365015659311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=4605342365015659311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/4605342365015659311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/4605342365015659311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-again.html' title='HELLO AGAIN!'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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-6177557184341791517.post-1050739786109659066</id><published>2008-05-04T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T14:34:01.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so much to say.</title><content type='html'>It's MAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;already that is so crazy. well i haven't posted in oh, i don't know, a month! I am so sorry. I haven't had any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So upward bound took us to AI. which is the art institute of Chicago. it's like Chicago state university or something. I"m not quite sure but I know it is something like that. so anyway, we went there on Saturday, and we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;listened&lt;/span&gt; to a presentation. There they specialise in culinary, graphic arts, fashion, and interior design. While listening to the presentation I realised that i have no clue about what I want to do with my life. There are a lot of things that i know i want to accomplish, and i thought i knew what wanted to be "when i grew up". But now i am very confused. I am glad though. Most people that know me know that I have wanted to be a physical therapist ever since fifth grade. and I do. I think. I wanted to be that because i wanted to help people but i couldn't be a doctor or nurse because i hate blood, and gross things like that. I also love children and wanted to work with them, so I thought physical therapy perfect! But now I am having second thoughts. I know nothing about muscles and bones and the human body, and I am not quite sure if i want to learn about all of that. I have always wanted to be an educator. a teacher. But I'm not sure if i will be able to teach one thing in many different ways so that multiple children will understand me. My mom suggested speech and language therapy because there is a high demand for that, but I am not really sure if i would enjoy doing that every day. and yes i understand that I am only a freshman, but i am almost a sophomore, which means that half of my high school classes are already chosen. So I should have some idea of where I am going for the last two years. Most people I know, know that I am artistic and i love doing anything with the arts. but is that really a career? would i really be okay if i was a artist for the rest of my life? or should that just be a hobby that i have on the side? and another thing I have been thinking about is where i want to go. A while ago I was certain that i was going to be moving out to Arizona. which was good with me, i like Arizona. its peaceful, and and beautiful. and Joe Jonas was born there. :p also my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grammie&lt;/span&gt; lives out there so i wouldn't be alone. and they have an amazing physical therapy program out there if i went into that. then I got an offer to go to Texas. ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt; Texas might be good. I mean i don't see anything wrong with it. and nick Jonas was born there. My aunt and uncle live out there so i wouldn't be alone there either. And the newest place that i have been leaning toward for the past few months is California. When I went out there last summer, i fell in love. i LOVE California and it would be amazing if i lived there, or went to college there. if i wanted to go into the arts whether it be performing or visual, California is where a lot of the action is. and at cal state long beach they have physical therapy. plus Brandon and Kimberly and my aunt live out there. so again i wouldn't be lonely. AND one of the best things is Disneyland. I have always wanted to work there, and it would be amazing if i did. But no matter what i new i wanted to go west. WAY WEST FAR AWAY FROM HERE. Then this weekend when i went up to Chicago i was like...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;, maybe i DO want to stay here after all. Chicago isn't that far away. and then we got a tour of the dorms for Colombia and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;depaul&lt;/span&gt;. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OMJ&lt;/span&gt;! They are amazing. I was sold. I was like man i wish there were dorms like this for every college. they were so beautiful, and clean and spacious. but i know nothing about Colombia so i don't know. So many options. This is like the first big choice in my life, and i don't want to choose the wrong one. Well that is what has been on my mind lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American idol:&lt;br /&gt;What have i been telling you. the final three are going to be my favorite three guys. We only have one more week and my prediction will come true. I really want the final three to be David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Archeleta&lt;/span&gt;, and Jason Castro, and David Cook. David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Archeleta&lt;/span&gt; is such an amazing signer and he wants this really bad. Jason Castro isn't the best singer in the world but he is an amazing person and I love just watching him. David Cook, really knows how to perform and he signs awesome too. so they are all different, and i love them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Brother:&lt;br /&gt;Now over and I am so sad, but i am super excited to announce that James(my favorite) won 25,000 dollars!!! because he was America's favorite jury member. I voted for him like 800 times and i am SO GLAD that he won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... i guess that is all for now. I will try to keep you updated a whole bunch this month. well talk to you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;stephanie&lt;/span&gt; joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-1050739786109659066?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1050739786109659066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=1050739786109659066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/1050739786109659066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/1050739786109659066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-much-to-say.html' title='so much to say.'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177557184341791517.post-7689137432048463051</id><published>2008-04-18T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T12:01:16.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man, I haven't been doin so hot...</title><content type='html'>with this whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloging&lt;/span&gt; thing.  I haven't posted in a week!  I hope you all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;truley&lt;/span&gt; know i am sorry.  But I have been so busy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; I do post something it seems like I just ramble on and on about things that no one else cares about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.... where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am taking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;contemporary&lt;/span&gt; world studies &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Acc&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It is really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt;, we have a student teacher right now, but he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;leaving&lt;/span&gt; soon, and then I think that class will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am taking Spanish 1.&lt;br /&gt;That class is really fun, I have a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;weired&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;o's&lt;/span&gt; in that class, and we always get off topic and spend like half the class &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;doing&lt;/span&gt; something pointless... yet hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am taking Choir.&lt;br /&gt;I love Ms. Cain and I am really sad that she is only going to be my choir director one more year.&lt;br /&gt;I tried out for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;choraleers&lt;/span&gt;, and I didn't make it.... there are like a whole bunch of guys and not that many girls.  I don't really mind not making &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;choraleers&lt;/span&gt; though, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I did make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;treble&lt;/span&gt; Choir and so did Ms.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Devin&lt;/span&gt; =]  so we will have choir and gym and LUNCH TOGETHER!!!! every single day next year.... that is like a 100% improvement from this year... we have no classes together, and we only get to talk for about 15 minutes at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth block I am taking English 9 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Acc&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Reilly...What more do i need to say.&lt;br /&gt;It is his first time teaching, and not many people care for him, but i love him, he is like my favorite teacher ever.  And he used to live in California, and he went to Cal State, which is a school i had in mind. and he worked at Disneyland, so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately my social life has been"booming" as my mom put it.  I don't really understand what she is talking about though.  I still have the same friends as always just lately we have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;handing&lt;/span&gt; out on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Fridays&lt;/span&gt; now.  I guess that makes my social life "booming".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am going to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;middle&lt;/span&gt; school to support some of my old buddies from last year.   They are doing Aladdin.  It was really good last night and I am sure that they will do just as well tonight.  My friend Austin is Aladdin, I am very proud of him.  He did a fantastic job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Idol...&lt;br /&gt;Well i was very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; when Michel Johns left...&lt;br /&gt;I do not really care for any of the girls, Brooke White is really good, but I do not vote for her.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE JASON, AND DAVID COOK, AND DAVIN A. &lt;br /&gt;I think that they should be the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;remaining&lt;/span&gt; three... then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;idk&lt;/span&gt; out of those I like better, I will choose when it gets to that point but for now i need all of you to be voting for them!  Because they all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;deserve&lt;/span&gt; this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Brother...&lt;br /&gt;NATALIE IS GONE!!!!  HOORAY!!!!!  I could not stand her.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;jeeze&lt;/span&gt;.  and the whole thing about what she said about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Sheila&lt;/span&gt; ... how rude! I don't really like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Sheila&lt;/span&gt; but still.  I have no clue who I want to win... because I loved James &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Chelsia&lt;/span&gt; and Joshua. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my new videos that I posted at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;bottom&lt;/span&gt; of this page!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I think that is about all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to post something amazing as soon as i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for reading. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;stephanie&lt;/span&gt; joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-7689137432048463051?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7689137432048463051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=7689137432048463051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/7689137432048463051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/7689137432048463051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2008/04/man-i-havent-been-doin-so-hot.html' title='Man, I haven&apos;t been doin so hot...'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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-6177557184341791517.post-9022602523526311971</id><published>2008-04-10T14:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T15:01:38.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Picture of James.</title><content type='html'>so it isn't the best picture of him.  but this is James all alone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; all of his friends left him.&lt;br /&gt;I posted this picture so you all could see his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mohawk&lt;/span&gt; really is pink.&lt;br /&gt;well by for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R_6N4gt_3oI/AAAAAAAAAFo/thWTPValhcU/s1600-h/james2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187739822772444802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R_6N4gt_3oI/AAAAAAAAAFo/thWTPValhcU/s320/james2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stephanie&lt;/span&gt; joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-9022602523526311971?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9022602523526311971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=9022602523526311971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/9022602523526311971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/9022602523526311971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2008/04/better-picture-of-james.html' title='Better Picture of James.'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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/_EwOpbni-G-k/R_6N4gt_3oI/AAAAAAAAAFo/thWTPValhcU/s72-c/james2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177557184341791517.post-5437975460515166448</id><published>2008-04-10T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T14:53:11.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update :)</title><content type='html'>So many of you know that i got my hair cut and colored on Tuesday. It is now and Auburn color with a green base... yet it looks kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;redish&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't taken like any pictures of my new hair. but after i have some good ones i will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Post&lt;/span&gt; them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got straight A's on my report card before the Final.....and sadly after the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Finals&lt;/span&gt;.... i got one B. but the rest are A's so it's not terrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jonas Brother!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; have like 800 things starting in the next few months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they are in London today for a concert that i really wish i was at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there new movie Camp Rock will be on Disney Channel JUNE 20! I am so excited, I already know i am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to love the movie, and yes there will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; be tears... since the commercial got me choked up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New CD!!! like JUNE 16 or 18 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;idk&lt;/span&gt;, one of those days... it's on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;calender&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There summer tour the "burning up" is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to be great I will be seeing them with Jordan just like last time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I so super sad about big brother... my favorite three people went home these last to weeks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Chelsia&lt;/span&gt;...my favorite chick in the house.  She went out with a bang, and i miss her lots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R_6I6wt_3lI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/p_Y1Doy6oj0/s1600-h/chelsia!!!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187734363869011538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R_6I6wt_3lI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/p_Y1Doy6oj0/s320/chelsia!!!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R_6I7Qt_3mI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DcyG8sOwAxg/s1600-h/james!!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Joshuah, the coolest gay guy you will ever meet. he is so true to himself and i always agree with what he says!!!  ... yea there were some tears last week.  the show this week was so different without him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R_6I7gt_3nI/AAAAAAAAAFg/mYc4s-_6MWU/s1600-h/joshua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187734376753913458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R_6I7gt_3nI/AAAAAAAAAFg/mYc4s-_6MWU/s320/joshua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crazy James...   He is pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;self explanatory&lt;/span&gt;.   He was my Person in the house since the first day.  I have stuck with him every day he was in the house.  he says it like it is, and i love that. He usually always kept his word.  He was able to stay alive for ever, even though ever one wanted him out.  He got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;evicted&lt;/span&gt; from the game!! and still lasted three weeks after that. His Hair says &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; to.  he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bicycling&lt;/span&gt; around the world, but may not continue if things keep going well with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Chelsia&lt;/span&gt;.  His pink is actually HOT PINK! but in this picture it looks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;redish&lt;/span&gt;, his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Mohawk&lt;/span&gt; is actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; longer now but this picture is good for the purpose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R_6I7Qt_3mI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DcyG8sOwAxg/s1600-h/james!!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187734372458946146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R_6I7Qt_3mI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DcyG8sOwAxg/s320/james!!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Hate every one in the house now....  BUT NATALIE NEEDS TO GO HOME!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; idol.... it is very sad for me to watch it every time without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Danny&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Noriega&lt;/span&gt; and Josiah Lemming... they were my favorites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like David cook, David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;archeleta&lt;/span&gt;, Jason Castro, and that is who i can think of right now.  None of the girls really jump out at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;stephanie&lt;/span&gt; joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-5437975460515166448?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5437975460515166448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=5437975460515166448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/5437975460515166448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/5437975460515166448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2008/04/update.html' title='Update :)'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R_6I6wt_3lI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/p_Y1Doy6oj0/s72-c/chelsia!!!!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177557184341791517.post-8545322805160259274</id><published>2008-04-07T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T19:37:54.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LONG TIME NO BLOG!</title><content type='html'>so sorry about that. well super quick update for now but there will be a long post tomarrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ... i am still alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got straight A's before by finals and one B after the finals... that really stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been chillin with my friends every friday so i don't have too much other time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday i find out if i made choraleers or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and devin needs to make it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i am looking forward to the new jonas CD comming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the new movie on disney channel CAMP ROCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they also have a new series called J.O.N.A.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a short sereis call jonas brothers:living the dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats my quick update. tell you more soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~stephanie joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-8545322805160259274?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8545322805160259274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=8545322805160259274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/8545322805160259274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/8545322805160259274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2008/04/long-time-no-blog.html' title='LONG TIME NO BLOG!'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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-6177557184341791517.post-7880431686159420931</id><published>2008-03-22T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T15:41:49.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm...</title><content type='html'>Well i guess i don't really have much to blab about to day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kinda behind on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TiVo&lt;/span&gt;, so i can't really say to much about the shows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is a really pointless blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... yesterday i saw Horton Hears a Who.  it was good. but not as much as i have hoped.  but yea i liked it.  I will post a much better post in a day or too.  when i have something to talk about.  k well bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stephanie&lt;/span&gt; joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-7880431686159420931?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7880431686159420931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=7880431686159420931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/7880431686159420931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/7880431686159420931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2008/03/hmm.html' title='hmm...'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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-6177557184341791517.post-8430909778075384397</id><published>2008-03-20T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T12:11:48.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW SONGS!!!!</title><content type='html'>So one of my friends was super nice and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; to give me 5 new Jonas Brothers songs for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt;!!!!   YEA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night and Goodbye the stripped version&lt;br /&gt;SOS the stripped version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WYLMITE&lt;/span&gt;  the stripped version&lt;br /&gt;TAKE ON ME!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt; and my newest favorite song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST A LITTLE BIT LONGER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMENT MY POSTS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stephanie&lt;/span&gt; joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-8430909778075384397?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8430909778075384397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=8430909778075384397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/8430909778075384397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/8430909778075384397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-songs.html' title='NEW SONGS!!!!'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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-6177557184341791517.post-4150129973737296565</id><published>2008-03-20T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T12:07:57.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tckets, tickets, tickets!</title><content type='html'>SO, I am sad to say I will not be attending the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Milwaukee&lt;/span&gt; Jonas Brothers concert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Thanks to my wonderful Grandmother I WILL be going to see Raven &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Symoné an&lt;/span&gt;d Michel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Musso&lt;/span&gt;!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt;!  Can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this summer I am going to be doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ARTSPLACE&lt;/span&gt; again ( if i get in... but i will)   I thought that I would be saving and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;purchasing&lt;/span&gt; my self and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;iTouch&lt;/span&gt;  B-U-T   I just found out that they JONAS BROTHERS will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;commin&lt;/span&gt; to Chicago AUG. 24!!!!   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;SOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;   I will be saving for those tickets.  Sale &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;date&lt;/span&gt; is:  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;TBD&lt;/span&gt;..... poop!  but i will let you all know as soon as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPRING BREAK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i will be at circles like every day and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; about it.  but i am so glad i don't have school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE COMMENT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;stephanie&lt;/span&gt; joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-4150129973737296565?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4150129973737296565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=4150129973737296565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/4150129973737296565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/4150129973737296565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2008/03/tckets-tickets-tickets.html' title='Tckets, tickets, tickets!'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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-6177557184341791517.post-1461534455700763782</id><published>2008-03-13T12:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T13:29:36.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy week, busier weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So how are you? Me, well I could be better but I still 890% better than many in this world. but anyway. Lets see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to school got there at about 7. I stayed after school for upward bound until like 3:40. After that I had to hurry to the dentist at 4. left there at about 5, and grabbed a bit to eat. Then I raced over to my school... got there at like 5:20. had my 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; dress &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rehearsal&lt;/span&gt; for the musical until 9:30, then changed and I got home at about 10. I didn't have too much homework do the next day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; we had a few matinees for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;elementary&lt;/span&gt; schools. But I did have to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;study&lt;/span&gt; for a soc. studies test and do a worksheet. I also had to read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOTF&lt;/span&gt; (lord of the flies). By 11:30 I was too tiered and HAD to go to sleep. So I did, and that brings me to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up at about 5:30 went to catch my bus at 6:30, got to school at like 7:00. Took a soc. studies test then at 8:30 I was dismissed for the matinees. I got to stand and sing and dance in 2inch. heels all day until 2 when I was f&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;inaly&lt;/span&gt; able to go home! Got home wrote and essay for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; ate dinner, then I was off to musical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;rehearsal&lt;/span&gt; from 5-10. IT was long but fun. Then got home and tried to finish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LOTF&lt;/span&gt; for my test on it on WED.!!! sadly i didn't finish but I was close I also did my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt; homework and a packet for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;. Went to sleep SUPER LATE and that brings me to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got up at 5:45 went to school, tried finishing LOFT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;during&lt;/span&gt; lunch took my test then, again I had to stay after school for upward bound til 4:30, then ran over to subway so i could be back at school by 5... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;AAHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!! Then had musical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;rehearsal&lt;/span&gt; til 9:30. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; out I herd that there was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;threat&lt;/span&gt; on the school at about 1 o'clock. In one of the boys bathrooms there was a message saying if you thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;NIU&lt;/span&gt; was bad wait until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;March&lt;/span&gt; 27. Well, at the time we all thought that the person was really stupid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; March 27 we are on Spring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;break&lt;/span&gt;. Although it did make us all angry that the school didn't tell anyone about it, we all had to here it on the news. Later I found out the the actual date wrote in the bathroom was March 18, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt; is next Tues. I don'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;t really care &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I know nothing is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to happen, but my mom seemed pretty frantic when she found out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;school. homework. play practice. WOW big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MUSICAL !!!!!! FINALLY!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello Dolly 7pm HHS 7$&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SEE YOU THERE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after the show will be our cast party until like 11:30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello Dolly 7pm HHS 7$&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SEE YOU THERE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will accompanied my by mommy and my little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; pictured right above this post! Zoe and Jason!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after this show we will be going to Dairy Queen for ice cream!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello Dolly 1pm HHS 7$&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SEE YOU THERE!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After this show I will help take down the set and put away costumes and props.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt; I CAN CATCH UP ON MY SLEEP!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some how in this busy week I was able to watch American idol and big brother( good thing we have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;TiVo&lt;/span&gt; =] ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;American idol, still super sad about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Danny&lt;/span&gt;, BUT last night he was there watching that girl from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Philippines&lt;/span&gt; She is my favorite! I like all the guys except &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Chiceze&lt;/span&gt; and .... some one else that i can''t think of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;ooooo&lt;/span&gt;!   I got another picture to work,  This one is kinda dark,  it is nick and he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;waving&lt;/span&gt; his arms to the song.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R9mJ2t70X3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/HWOJp1sLdjo/s1600-h/100_0508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177320819775528818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R9mJ2t70X3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/HWOJp1sLdjo/s320/100_0508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been creating a fan page for the Jonas Brothers called CELTS INC.  IT was inspired by this video.   enjoy!   Joe Jonas is on the left and the other guy is Robert from Rooney.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/go-frOtShkE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/go-frOtShkE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND this Sat. tickets go on sale to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; last show for "when you look me in the eyes"  it is gonna be in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Milwaukee&lt;/span&gt; Wisconsin.  but sadly I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think we will be getting tickets this weekend and they are only 55$  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;CHEAPER&lt;/span&gt; THAN EVER!   and on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;eBay&lt;/span&gt; I am positive they will be at least 200$ a ticket!!!!!    SAD!    I only need two tickets but, i will have to get them with my own money and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;' have it so I guess I will just have to stick to online videos of them like the one above If i want to see them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K well it is like 3 :15 right now so I need to go get my homework done so I can be at my school from 5-10 again to night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks for reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PLEASE COMMENT MY POSTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;THNX&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;stephanie&lt;/span&gt; joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-1461534455700763782?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1461534455700763782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=1461534455700763782' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/1461534455700763782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/1461534455700763782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2008/03/busy-week-busier-weekend.html' title='Busy week, busier weekend.'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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/_EwOpbni-G-k/R9mJ2t70X3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/HWOJp1sLdjo/s72-c/100_0508.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177557184341791517.post-7361803722466645022</id><published>2008-03-09T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T09:36:20.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord of the Flies... :(</title><content type='html'>In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; class last Tuesday, we were suppose to have finished the last chapter of Lord of the Flies.  At that time I was only on Chapter 6 out of 12... wow i was really behind.  You see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; book is about a group of boys that are stranded on an island and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt; knows were they are.  I like the story and the idea about the book, but when it comes to the actual book.... it is SO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BORING&lt;/span&gt;!!!  I try reading every night the chapter that I should be reading but every time I start reading I fall asleep or I start thinking about something else.  I will be reading and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;complete&lt;/span&gt; stop and just sit there and stare at the page.  Don't ask me why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I clearly find it a waste of my time to just stare at a page.  But for some reason I do.  I am now on chapter 10... only two more to go.  These chapters are like 20-30 pages each though, so it might me a while.  Also the book is wrote as if the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;narrator&lt;/span&gt; has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;British&lt;/span&gt; accent so some.... no most of the sentences make no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;scene&lt;/span&gt;, but my teacher told us if it didn't make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt; read it out loud and use an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;accent&lt;/span&gt;.  IT WORKED!   In the book one boys has asthma and when ever a boy says asthma, in the book it is spelled ass-mar.  I didn't get it but if you day asthma with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;British&lt;/span&gt; accent it sounds like ass-mar.  So many words are kinda confusing like that but hopefully I will finish the book soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news Jonas Brothers tickets go on sale this sat.!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Woo Hoo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;hopefully I will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;purchasing&lt;/span&gt; them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all that is gin on right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH I almost for got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMERICAN IDOL:   I am SUPER SUPER!!!!!!  SAD about Danny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Noriega&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;leaving&lt;/span&gt;.  I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;voting&lt;/span&gt; for him like all night but then my mom said I had to stop because it was using up all of my minutes!!!!   I AM SO ANGRY!!  If I could have kept &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;voting&lt;/span&gt; he still might be on there.  Even If he got off the next week that would be fine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; he would be in the top 12 and he would go on the tour with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt;.  And I would have got to see him... but NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE APPRENTICE:    HOORAY!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;OMOROSA&lt;/span&gt; IS FINALLY GONE.  I can't believe piers kissed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;traise&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Atkins&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;sp&lt;/span&gt;?)  it was so funny.  Can't wait until next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG BROTHER COUPLES:  is no longer couples &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; glad though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; want one person to go home and not  the o&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;ther&lt;/span&gt;.  also I wonder what Ryan is going to do now that he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;HOH&lt;/span&gt;!  tonight should be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BABY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;BORROWERS&lt;/span&gt;:  I think that should be starting on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Mon&lt;/span&gt;. or maybe it already did.  well i will be checking up on that .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for visiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE SURE TO COMMENT MY POSTS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;stephanie&lt;/span&gt; joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-7361803722466645022?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7361803722466645022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=7361803722466645022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/7361803722466645022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/7361803722466645022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2008/03/lord-of-flies.html' title='Lord of the Flies... :('/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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-6177557184341791517.post-1564137108568983546</id><published>2008-03-04T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T14:44:38.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got another one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R83P3lYQlvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4mboeCl0R3c/s1600-h/100_0599A!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174020100752185074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R83P3lYQlvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4mboeCl0R3c/s320/100_0599A!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;WWOOHHHOOO!!!  i got on of the pictures to add!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;k so this lovely picure features Kevin (right) on his amazing guitar, Joe(middle) on the piano signing and dancing, and also the amazing nick J (left) sighing on the piano stool thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;alright well again it will only let me put on one photo, so i guess i will post some more tomarrow,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BE SURE TO COMMENT MY POSTS!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thanks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~stephanie joy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-1564137108568983546?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1564137108568983546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=1564137108568983546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/1564137108568983546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/1564137108568983546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-got-another-one.html' title='I got another one.'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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/_EwOpbni-G-k/R83P3lYQlvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4mboeCl0R3c/s72-c/100_0599A!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177557184341791517.post-936110869684009337</id><published>2008-03-04T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T13:51:55.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more pic.</title><content type='html'>ok so evidentaly my computer only wants me to have one picture on all of my posts...&lt;br /&gt;so todays picture is as followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is (left to right)  Jordan, me, and kristina.&lt;br /&gt;we are standing in front of the tour bus posing.&lt;br /&gt;do you like our pants, in case you can't read it they say "JONAS"down the side in silver holigraphic letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R829DFYQltI/AAAAAAAAAEA/oSUKR7ZZjRY/s1600-h/100_6769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173999407599752914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R829DFYQltI/AAAAAAAAAEA/oSUKR7ZZjRY/s320/100_6769.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the concert was super fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I...well first i should tell you about yesturnday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first got up and went to school like any normal day, after school I stayed after for this collage prep program until about 3:10, after that I went to rolling green school for this girl scout thing, i was volunteering(normally i do not, but i did this week)  then after that I had to go to my mommy's work becuase she had a staff meeting.  I got home at like 8:30, 9 ish.  then i ate dinner and went to sleep.  WOW a super long day, that night i was only home for like 3 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had a Soc. STudies test that i didn't study for becuase I was so busy last night.  I did have some orange juice for breakfast though.( people say it helps you think or something becuase we use to always have it before ISAT testing.)  anyway i think it really helped because i didn't think that i knew anything on the test but when i was taking it, i was remembering talking about all the stuff in class!!!  WOOHOO!!so yea i think i probubly got a B, which is bad but it shouldn't bring my grade down becuase i currently have a high A. &lt;br /&gt;Then durring Spanish I had the worlds most amazing chocolate, it is called soogy's, or something and it is made in Wisconsin... it was so yummy.  We also wrote our first  story in spanish which was fun.  then in gym we played floor hockey...EWWW!!! is that even a sport becuse if it is... it shouldn't be. you just stand there the whole time and walk around.  hopefully we don't play that again on thursday.  then in english we went in to the computer lab.  I was practicing makeing spanish letters... i forgot to tell you i learned how to do that in spanish today.  anyway, i was practiceing that and also learning other things too here are some symbols i figured out how to make...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ ♣ ♠ • ○  ╕ á ã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also made lots more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we were suppose to be creating our introduction paragraph for an essay or something... but i dont know.  in the computer lab i cant really work on the right stuff because the computers are really old and slow... and i am proud to say i type to fast for them.  it takes like ten minutes for one sentence to pop up so yea i just wasted my time doing fun things like making cool symbols and talking.  heehee.&lt;br /&gt;then the other half of english we worked on our study guide for this book that we are reading called Lord of the Flies.  it is about these boys that are stranded on an island with no adults, it is a good story but it drags on and is kind of confussing.  like i will sit there and read a sentence like ten times and it will make no sence. my teacher said that the book is wrote like it has a british acsent, so if something is confusing read it with a british acsent.  it actually workes!!!  it was pretty neat.  and this one kid has asthma, and when ever a character says it the book says"ass-mar"  i didn't get it but say asthma with a british acsent........ see it is pronounced ass-mar it you say it like that.  so yea i get it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school today i have to finish that book and i also have to go to musical practice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't remeber if i told you in my last post, but i really want to go to the jonas brothers last concert for when you look me in the eyes... it is july 6 in milwakee Wisconsin.... i need to go. tickets go on sale the 15,   somehow i will have the money.... and one need me to babysit??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could really use the money between now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that is all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~stephanie joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-936110869684009337?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/936110869684009337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=936110869684009337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/936110869684009337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/936110869684009337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-more-pic.html' title='One more pic.'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R829DFYQltI/AAAAAAAAAEA/oSUKR7ZZjRY/s72-c/100_6769.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177557184341791517.post-8765751187716862489</id><published>2008-03-02T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T10:22:02.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's MARCH!!!</title><content type='html'>WOW!! i am so sorry i haven't been posting, i hope you will all under stand that i have been really busy. I simply do not have enough time in my life for everything.... and right now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not really doing much. I mean out side of the musical and upward bound, i have no after school activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is already the end of third quarter at school... WOW!!! where did my freshman year go? it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;seems&lt;/span&gt; like yesterday was my first day walking in to the "big girl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kindergarten&lt;/span&gt;" school. and now I am almost done with high school. Well, not almost done, but getting closer every day.&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;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know I got to see the JONAS BROTHERS!!! and i only took 274 pictures of them. how sad! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hee hee&lt;/span&gt;! well here are some. (just an FYI, i was really stupid at the concert and didn't use my zoom at all.... so the close up pics ate kinda blurry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; i just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cropped&lt;/span&gt; them on the computer.)&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;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are.&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start off, this is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nicholas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jerry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jonas&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;(he is encouraging the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;crowd&lt;/span&gt; to clap along... of course i was the loudest clapper!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R8rlkyGtv6I/AAAAAAAAADc/XpB7GmjQlNM/s1600-h/100_0439A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173199542076424098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R8rlkyGtv6I/AAAAAAAAADc/XpB7GmjQlNM/s320/100_0439A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....  k well my computer (again) is being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;weired&lt;/span&gt; and for some reason is not letting me add any more pics on here.  I will try again in a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; idol is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; good.  For the girls i did LOVE that plus sized model, but she is no longer on, and i liked that other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;African&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; girl that went home last week.   I  DO NOT like that rocker chick, that had the crazy lion hair last week.  SHE CAN GO!  For the boys, of course i like both DAVIDS and I also like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Danny&lt;/span&gt;,  he is the one that kinda talks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; and he has longish dark hair.   So  yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am watching Big Brother: til death do as part, or something like that.  I like it, even though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; is a lot of drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apprentice is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; to an end, sadly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; are only 6 people left.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Next&lt;/span&gt; week YOU ALL SHOULD WATCH!!!  becuase amo&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;rosa&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Pierce&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;suppose&lt;/span&gt; to have a huge fight.  hopefully &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;omarosa&lt;/span&gt; gets fired but we will have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished my first MAJOR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; project and i got 305 points out of 300!!!! WOO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;HOO&lt;/span&gt;!!  A+++++  only two people in the class got extra credit and we were the only too people to get an A+++++  pretty neat right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt; grade up,  i have had a B for the longest time but FINALLY it is an A, i figured out it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; of my participation.  each week is 15 points,  you have to answer a question of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;volunteer&lt;/span&gt; to read, or right something on the board.  I know that none of you think this but at school, i am really shy especially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;during&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt;.  But i have improved and now i have and A!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;WOOT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;WOOT&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So school is going good. and i am having a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; night i went ice skating that was really fun,  it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Devin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Mackenzie&lt;/span&gt;, and me.  just like old times.  you see none of us have any classes together.  SAD!  and next year NONE of our academic classes will be together &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; neither of the are taking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;accelerated&lt;/span&gt; classes.  how odd!  but what ever it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; life.  although it really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;annoys&lt;/span&gt; me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news Bailey (my hamster)  is doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;fantabulous&lt;/span&gt;.  she is finally a little chubby.  and she is no longer the runt of her litter.  I hold her all the time, and i love her a whole bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well lets see if my computer will let me add more pics...&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; night was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Kristina's&lt;/span&gt; birthday party... it was fun, sat. we went to build-a-bear for her last party &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt;.  I made a white bear that had green four leaf clovers on it.  I named him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Patrick&lt;/span&gt;.  he is my first boy bear.  I got him a really cute skater outfit, and black &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;converse&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY I found out that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Jonas&lt;/span&gt; brothers are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Milwaukee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;summerfest&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;AAAHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!! I AM SO GOING!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tickets go on sale march 15 and the show is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt; 6!  I can't wait.  I really hope we can get the tickets the day they go on sale &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; i was looking at the other shows at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;summerfest&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;eBay&lt;/span&gt; and they were like 300$ a ticket,  they are originally 55$!!!!!   only 55$ to see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;Jonas&lt;/span&gt; brothers!! AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well yea i hope i can go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KID NATION 3 applications come out in a week or so if i can i am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to apply, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know the birthday cut off but i know it will be really close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;Tim&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; over soon to fix our computers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well sorry again for not posting for like a month!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sorry for this long post i hope to be posting pics as soon as i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;visiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;stephanie&lt;/span&gt; joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-8765751187716862489?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8765751187716862489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=8765751187716862489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/8765751187716862489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/8765751187716862489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-march.html' title='It&apos;s MARCH!!!'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R8rlkyGtv6I/AAAAAAAAADc/XpB7GmjQlNM/s72-c/100_0439A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177557184341791517.post-4245645625637742767</id><published>2008-02-16T19:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T19:52:24.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY UPDATE.</title><content type='html'>Well here it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So only 5 more days until i get to see THE JONAS BROTHERS!!! YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying my hardest not to spend my money so that I have enough to get some things from the concert.  I really want to get a shirt and some pins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be sure to have millions of pics, and i will be posting them for you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working on a really big english project for the past few weeks and it is finally DONE!  Hopefully now i will have time to be a "good bloger"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Thursday,  "hearts day",  i was in english class and to guys were getting ready to show us a video they had made. At first this kid keagan pluged in his camera and then was changing the channel on the TV.  there was a desk underneath the TV, he was setting on it facing the wall,  then he turned around, putting his legs on theother side of the desk.  His partner was leaning towards the TV to change the volume, when the whol television fell off of the bracket conecting it to the wall!!!!!!!  Every one screamed becuase it was SO loud.  I jumped out of my chair.  I  can not eventell you how loud it was.  If keagan wouldnn't have turned around the TV would have fallen right on him, and he would have gotten reall hurt.  THen the whol rest of the class he kept having these flashbacks and we all kept thinking what if the TV would have fallen on him and he died,  the school would of had to tell his parents that thier son died becuase a television fell on him!!!!!   OMJ, that would be terible..... but oddly hilarious.  I can not believe that i was in the presents of such a thing.  I have always wondered what would of happened if one of the TV's just fell of the wall.   SCARY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news,  I am not to happy eith american idol,  i am not really attached to any of the contestints that made it to hoolywood,  i really liked josiah leming but NO he had to get kicked off.   UUUGGGG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, JONAS CONCERT IN 5 DAYS!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I can't really tell you how excited I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k so i am posting this on my old computer, so i should be posting pics, but sadly the computer is being stupid and so there will be no pictures this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really think of anything to talk about, so I guess I will talk to you all later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~stephanie joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-4245645625637742767?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4245645625637742767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=4245645625637742767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/4245645625637742767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/4245645625637742767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-update.html' title='MY UPDATE.'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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-6177557184341791517.post-7586813646466416595</id><published>2008-02-15T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T20:02:03.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPER QUICK UPDATE!</title><content type='html'>So i amrally tiered becuase it is 10at night, and I got up at 5... AM!!! So i am off to sleep, again sorry for the misspelling of words, but I promise I will have an amazing post posted sat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to let you all know, I will be seeingthe Jonas Brothers a WEEK FROM TODAY!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO!!!  for all my american idol viewers what did you think of the new holly wood thing, with the instruments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, what about josiah leming,   he wasthe boyu that lived in his car..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought he was great,  but sadly he didn;t get through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i will post in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thnx 4 rEdin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~stephanie joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-7586813646466416595?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7586813646466416595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=7586813646466416595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/7586813646466416595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/7586813646466416595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2008/02/super-quick-update.html' title='SUPER QUICK UPDATE!'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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-6177557184341791517.post-4291177613586917411</id><published>2008-02-10T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T12:56:52.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Thing Is A-Mazin!</title><content type='html'>K so I'm sure you have all seenthe new macbook air, but if you haven't I am dedicating this post to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amzing Macbook air, by apple, has a commercial that is on like 800 times a day.  So i may be exagerating a little, but it is on alot.  Everytime the commercial is on i have to sing along becuase I love the song.  I added the video on here too so you all could view it.  I also will add the music video cuz I like that alot too.  and also an amazing picture of the wonder ful $3,000 laptob...  no on that one I am not exagerating it is actually 3,100$.  but I like to round. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, you can view these by clicking the link to the right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for visitng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~stephanie joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-4291177613586917411?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4291177613586917411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=4291177613586917411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/4291177613586917411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/4291177613586917411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-thing-is-mazin.html' title='This Thing Is A-Mazin!'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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-6177557184341791517.post-8362272152680208394</id><published>2008-02-04T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T15:30:18.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmmmmm.</title><content type='html'>Well I'm not quite sure why I keep posting my thingys on my new computer.  You see I don't have any of my pics on thiscomputer, so yea I will just have to type. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start I get to see the Jonas Brothers in only 17 days WOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid-term is this friday so grades will be posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for those of you keeping up on the teen gossip I guess that now miley cyrus no longer likes that harry potter guy, She says that she likes Joe Jonas..... wow that would be really acward for nick.  but yea i dont think that they will end up being together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you are looking for some entertainment you should check out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/jklproductions"&gt;www.myspace.com/jklproductions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have some amazong mini-videos i recommed any of the Fred videos or jeffy jeff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Cassie if you read this you should watch the good life, it is about these kids that live in nabraska, yea i think it is funny so you might wanna watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I'm not sure wat i should talk about........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I got this Jonas brothers watch off of ebay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is going good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw national treasure book of secrets, it was really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the super bowl was cool, I watched the first like 10 seconds, and the last 5 minutes, oh and also some comercials in between. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothin great on TV today is there......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomarrow american idol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wed.  american idol, supernanny, and moment of truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thrus. THE CELEBRITY APPRENTICE!!!!!! I can't wait, did you see it last week.  Please comment and tell me what you thought!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea I guess that is all going on for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty boring.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!!!!! I almost forgot to tell you, I got to see hannah montana in 3D, it was really cool.  except i thought she acted really whiney, and babyish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also did you know last week she officialy changed her name, her real name is now Miley Rae Cyrus...... I think i like destiny hope better but o well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she died her hair.... but i guess its cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new jonas brothers CD comes out July 8!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well yea, thats whats happenen right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the misspelling of word, I was trying to type as fast as possible, and I am to lazy to use  the spell check thing right now so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for visitng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~stephanie joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-8362272152680208394?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8362272152680208394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=8362272152680208394' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/8362272152680208394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/8362272152680208394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2008/02/hmmmmmmm.html' title='Hmmmmmmm.'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177557184341791517.post-1761283231451204111</id><published>2008-02-02T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T20:39:01.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a 90's kid!</title><content type='html'>So I don't remember everything on this list but I do remember basically all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do you think you are a 90's kid??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read this and see what you can remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're under the age of 11 or 12...&lt;br /&gt;you shouldn't even read this,&lt;br /&gt;and if you do, you should not repost this.&lt;br /&gt;Just because you were born in '97&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean you're a 90's kid.It's&lt;br /&gt; not like you could remember the original Simpsons.&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry but three conscious years of the 90's just wont cut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a 90's kid if:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember watching:&lt;br /&gt;-Doug&lt;br /&gt;-Ren &amp;amp; Stimpy-&lt;br /&gt;Pinky and the Brain-&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAH Real Monsters!&lt;br /&gt;-Rockos modern Life.&lt;br /&gt;-Animaniacs&lt;br /&gt;-Gargoyles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCHE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just cant resist finishing this . . . "Iiin west Philadelphia born and raised . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You remember:&lt;br /&gt;-Step by Step&lt;br /&gt;-Family Matters&lt;br /&gt;-Dinosaurs&lt;br /&gt;-Boy Meets World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember when it was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember reading "Goosebumps"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still get the urge to say "NOT" after (almost) every sentence . . . not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything was settled by:&lt;br /&gt;-rock paper scissors or&lt;br /&gt;-bubble gum bubble gum in a dish or&lt;br /&gt;-ms. mary mack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when kick ball was a daily activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we used to obey our parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to listen to the radio all day long just to record your FAVORITE song of ALL time on a tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember when Super Nintendos and Sega Genisis became popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember The Original Game Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always wanted to send in a tape to America's Funniest Home Videos . . . but never taped anything funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember watching:&lt;br /&gt;-The Magic School Bus&lt;br /&gt;-Wishbone&lt;br /&gt;-Reading Rainbow&lt;br /&gt;-and Ghostwriter on PBS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember when Yo-Yos were cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember those Where's Waldo books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember eating Warheads and Splashers Gum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember watching:&lt;br /&gt;-the 1st Batman&lt;br /&gt;-Aladdin&lt;br /&gt;-Ninja Turtles&lt;br /&gt;-ghost busters&lt;br /&gt;-digimon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember Ring Pops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you remember when every thing was "da BOMB!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember boom boxes .vs. cd players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making those little paper fortune cookie things, and then predicting your life with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You played and/or collected "Pogs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had at least one Tamagotchi, GigaPet, or Nano and brought it everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(just and FYI I had 6 tamagotchi's and yes i took them EVERYWERE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one word. . . . . . . .trolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windows 95 was the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You watched the original cartoons of-&lt;br /&gt;Rugrats&lt;br /&gt;-Wild Thornberry's&lt;br /&gt;-Power Rangers&lt;br /&gt;-Rocket Power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All your school supplies were "Lisa Frank" brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You collected those Beanie Babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CarebearsLambchop's song never ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver dollars, which were cool to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone watched the WB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you even know what an original walkman is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the Macarena by heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Talk to the hand" . . . enough said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You went to McDonald's to play in the playplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember playing on merry go rounds at the playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the MySpace frenzy . . .&lt;br /&gt;Before the Internet &amp;amp; text messaging . . .&lt;br /&gt;Before Sidekicks &amp;amp; iPods . . .&lt;br /&gt;Before PlayStation3 or X-BOX 360 . . .&lt;br /&gt;Before Spongebob . . .&lt;br /&gt;Before Tupac was shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When light up sneakers were cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you rented VHS tapes, not DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When gas was $0.95 a gallon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we recorded stuff on VCRs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had slap bracelets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Actually played outside until it was dark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way back.Before we realized all this would eventually disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post this in your bulletin if you remember these days . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man good times..... as i look back i miss all of those things. . . yet everyday I am still looking "FIRWARD"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanksfor visitng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~stephanie joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-1761283231451204111?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1761283231451204111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=1761283231451204111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/1761283231451204111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/1761283231451204111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2008/02/being-90s-kid.html' title='Being a 90&apos;s kid!'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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-6177557184341791517.post-5495109061228763616</id><published>2008-01-31T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T15:40:33.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My night,</title><content type='html'>Well I had a blast last night at High School Musical on ice! I thought the show was really great, I had AMAZING seats, thanks to my awesome mom! Are seats were is 224 row OO, they were last row in the corner and there was this giant thing above us so it was kind of hard to hear. But over all I was really glad I went and I had a blast. I took lots of pics but they are on the other computer so I will have to post them later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for visiting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~stephanie joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-5495109061228763616?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5495109061228763616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=5495109061228763616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/5495109061228763616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/5495109061228763616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-night.html' title='My night,'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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-6177557184341791517.post-3192820281630862219</id><published>2008-01-31T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T15:34:42.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newpaper.</title><content type='html'>So yea I was in the newspaper today, i guess most people would be happy.  I am but there were quite a few mistakes, and you know I am also ways perfect so why aren't they.  heehee!  Anyway, in the paper they put my sisters picture but my info, but they said they would change it and reprint it tomorrow, then i was reading the article online and they didn't use exactly what I wrote(which is fine) but there were many errors in that.  Such as that I play softball at Harlem, I don't I play at HCC.  also they mention I wish my locker and friends were closer to my classes, but I believe I wrote that I wish my locker was bigger and closer to my classes, and I wish my friends were in my classes. I suppose they were close, but think about it why would someone want to have their friends near there classes? AND I do believe that I answered at least three pages of questions, maybe they just didn't like my other answers.  Oh well I should be grateful that I got this opportunity, which I am.  You can see my "Get to know me" section by clicking on the link on my mamacitas page.  it is   &lt;a href="http://www.whatsalltheruchus.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.whatsalltheruchus.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;  enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for visiting, sorry for no resent updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~stephanie joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-3192820281630862219?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3192820281630862219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=3192820281630862219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/3192820281630862219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/3192820281630862219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2008/01/newpaper.html' title='Newpaper.'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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-6177557184341791517.post-3838330253208697368</id><published>2008-01-23T16:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T13:01:27.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Recently Been Diagnosed With...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OJD&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsessive Jonas Disorder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ob•&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ses&lt;/span&gt;•&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sive&lt;/span&gt; Jo•&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nas&lt;/span&gt; Dis•or•&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;der&lt;/span&gt; (əb•&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;séssiv&lt;/span&gt;-j,,•&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nis&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;diss&lt;/span&gt;•&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;áwrd&lt;/span&gt;ər) n. 1 also known as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;OJD&lt;/span&gt;, a serious disease which causes an extreme obsession with a &lt;u&gt;&lt;u&gt;band of brothers&lt;u&gt;,&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt; surname being Jonas. There is no known cure for this disease, but most of those who have it, do not mind it, and have learned to manage it by getting their “Daily Dose of Jonas” at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;JonasBrothersFan&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Symptoms&lt;/span&gt; include:&lt;br /&gt;1.Evey single wall and door has Jonas Brothers posters.&lt;br /&gt;2. Break out singing a Jonas Song in the middle of class.&lt;br /&gt;3.Have a dream about them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;every night&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;4.Sleep with a poster.&lt;br /&gt;5. You have made out with a poster.&lt;br /&gt;6.You say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;OMJ&lt;/span&gt; and your friends tell you it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; but u don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few more:&lt;br /&gt;1.You can never stop talking about them&lt;br /&gt;2.You think about them 24/7&lt;br /&gt;3.You never listen to another band beside them&lt;br /&gt;4.You say "Oh My Nick Jonas or Oh My Bonus Jonas or Oh My Jonas"&lt;br /&gt;5.You know their songs by heart&lt;br /&gt;6.You have a bunch of posters of them in your locker or room&lt;br /&gt;7.You know all about them&lt;br /&gt;8.You're always on the fan site&lt;br /&gt;9.Listen to their songs 24/7&lt;br /&gt;10.You say you love them to death&lt;br /&gt;11.You know all about The Jonas Brothers&lt;br /&gt;12.You know their full names&lt;br /&gt;13.You know their little brother Frankie&lt;br /&gt;14.You sing The Jonas Brothers songs in front of your friends but you don't care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, this is pretty serious let me know if you too suffer from this AMAZING disorder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for visiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;stephanie&lt;/span&gt; joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-3838330253208697368?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3838330253208697368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=3838330253208697368' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/3838330253208697368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/3838330253208697368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='I Have Recently Been Diagnosed With...'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177557184341791517.post-5496549411219075738</id><published>2008-01-18T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T13:16:43.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check it out!</title><content type='html'>Be sure to check out my Jonas Brothers concert countdown on the right side of my page.  It will let you all know how long until the best concert I will ever go to will be occuring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for visiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~stephanie joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-5496549411219075738?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5496549411219075738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=5496549411219075738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/5496549411219075738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/5496549411219075738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2008/01/check-it-out.html' title='Check it out!'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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-6177557184341791517.post-7760117047755293057</id><published>2008-01-16T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T13:17:21.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day</title><content type='html'>Well today I guess you could say was just another day... but it was exciting. Only Two more days until I own a ticket to the Jonas Brothers Concert! They go on sale this sat. a 12 p.m. and I will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;counting&lt;/span&gt; down the seconds. To day in Spanish we learned a lot, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;including&lt;/span&gt; the alphabet, greetings, and more words. I also wrote them in my notebook with the correct spelling therefore I will be able to type them correctly! Well here is a list of some of the words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand up = &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lev&lt;/span&gt;`&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;antae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit down = &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt;`&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;entate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jump = &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;salta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mira&lt;/span&gt; = look at or watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;escribe&lt;/span&gt; = write&lt;br /&gt;la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pizarra&lt;/span&gt; = the board&lt;br /&gt;la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;televisi&lt;/span&gt;`on = the television&lt;br /&gt;la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;professora&lt;/span&gt; = the teacher&lt;br /&gt;r`&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;apido&lt;/span&gt; = fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ` don't look how I write them, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure if they are right, but they are the closest thing on the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well over all today my day was great, and I am looking forward to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;. Me and Jordan are getting so excited about the concert, except her dad says we can't go with out a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;chaperon&lt;/span&gt;, so we are trying to find someone to go with. If you wanna go let me know, we will by the ticket this sat. and the concert is Feb. 22. Well thank you so so much for visiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;stephanie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-7760117047755293057?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7760117047755293057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=7760117047755293057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/7760117047755293057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/7760117047755293057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2008/01/another-day.html' title='Another Day'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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-6177557184341791517.post-2686747039408114204</id><published>2008-01-15T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T14:07:38.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPANISH!</title><content type='html'>So I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt;! Today we got our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt; names, my name is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Venesa&lt;/span&gt;, I wanted to spell it Vanessa, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Venesa&lt;/span&gt; is the way I need to spell it in Spanish class. So from this day forward my name is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Venesa&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt; class. I have learned three words so far but starting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; we will be learning 15 words a day.... seems like a lot but I think it will be fun. The words I have been taught so far are (please &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ignore&lt;/span&gt; spelling because my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt; teacher says we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; learn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt; the same way we learned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;, first we speak then read, then spell):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;seentete&lt;/span&gt;: sit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;elvantete&lt;/span&gt;: stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Salta&lt;/span&gt;: jump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty cool huh, well more words will be posted soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt; for visiting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;stephanie&lt;/span&gt; joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-2686747039408114204?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2686747039408114204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=2686747039408114204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/2686747039408114204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/2686747039408114204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2008/01/spanish.html' title='SPANISH!'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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-6177557184341791517.post-6944108422878204816</id><published>2008-01-14T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T13:21:44.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Day of School...Again!</title><content type='html'>At my school we have block schedules, which means that we only have four classes a day.  Last Semester I has Algebra II, Experimental Physical Schience, Keyboarding, and then P.E. and Choir every other day.  Friday was the last day with that schedule.  I really liked that schedule but it was really time for a change.  So today is the first day of the second semester, therfore I have new classes today just like it is the first day of school all over again.  My new schedule is: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Block: &lt;br /&gt;I have Contemorary World Studies with Mr. Sweet! who I very much LOVE, because he has a lot of common sense and he is an awsome teacher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Block: &lt;br /&gt;I have Spanish 1, with Ms. Montoya!  I very much love her too, althought I haven't really got to know heer yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd:&lt;br /&gt;Same as before, I have Treble Choir with Ms. Cain and P.E. with Kish every other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th Block:&lt;br /&gt;I have Accelerated English 9, with Mr. Bailey (sp?)  I really like hime too but he dosen't really control the class very well, he seems kind of shy... but still a good teacher.  He used to live in LA, Cal.... I have no clue why he moved here because I would do almost anything to live out there.  He was in Caspar, and in Home Improvement from nickelodian he was one of the kids' friends.  So yea he seems cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my classes seem really fun, well I let you know more about them when I myself no more about them... well hope you enjoyed reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~stephanie joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-6944108422878204816?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6944108422878204816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=6944108422878204816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/6944108422878204816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/6944108422878204816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-day-of-schoolagain.html' title='The First Day of School...Again!'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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-6177557184341791517.post-7873231148244689217</id><published>2008-01-13T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T08:31:41.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jo bros here I come!</title><content type='html'>For the past few months I have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;checking&lt;/span&gt; like 5 different sites to see the dates for the Jonas brothers concert.  Every time I check there is only the same 8 dates that have been posted. Me and one of my friends Jordan, have been planning to go together but they haven't posted a date anywhere near here, the closest place was like San &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Anterior&lt;/span&gt;, which isn't close at all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, last night I had a crazy dream about the tickets &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; on sale and me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jordan&lt;/span&gt; waiting in line to get them.  When I woke up I was very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; because it was only a dream...or was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran down stairs to check the site for dates and yes the Jonas Brothers are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; to All State Arena!!!!  in Chicago.  I am not feeling to well right now, or at the time I found out, but if I was feeling well I would have been jumping around and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;screaming&lt;/span&gt; my head off!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;exaggerating&lt;/span&gt; a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; tickets are only 77$,   super cheap.  Although I know that it's a great deal my mom thinks other wise.  But don't worry because I 'm gonna go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; my mom says so or not... I mean I have been telling her about this for the past.....YEAR. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; maybe just the past few months but I really wanna go and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;report&lt;/span&gt; card is all A's and 1 B...in algebra.  but I work really hard and think I deserve this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So EVERYONE, I need your help.  Do what ever you can to convince my mom in letting me go...Please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I well let you know the results of this, this sat. when the tickets go on sale. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;visiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't forget to talk to my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;stephanie&lt;/span&gt; joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-7873231148244689217?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7873231148244689217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=7873231148244689217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/7873231148244689217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/7873231148244689217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2008/01/jo-bros-here-i-come.html' title='Jo bros here I come!'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177557184341791517.post-3078479895889419839</id><published>2008-01-10T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T09:06:49.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO, SO SORRY!</title><content type='html'>Wow I haven't posted anything in a long time I am so super sorry. I bet you are all wondering what I have been up to well for the past o...month,&lt;br /&gt;I have been preparing for my final exam's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R4aLV0eG2BI/AAAAAAAAAB0/RxHtScicUFA/s1600-h/100_6514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153960030550546450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R4aLV0eG2BI/AAAAAAAAAB0/RxHtScicUFA/s320/100_6514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R4aLWUeG2CI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LxSTox-qQ2Q/s1600-h/100_6515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153960039140481058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R4aLWUeG2CI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LxSTox-qQ2Q/s320/100_6515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;As you can see, I have had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; to study for. Today were my keyboarding, Algebra II, and Experimental Physical Science Finals. I thought that all three were WAY to easy. most people like feeling that way but with me, it makes me kind of feel like I didn't do it right because it seemed to easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Threw this time I also took a short break from studying and had some fun with my little friends. Zoe, Jason, Ethan, and Aubrey all enjoyed going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sapora&lt;/span&gt; play world and to a fun Pizza resturunt, for some fun and pizza. At &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sopora&lt;/span&gt; we had a ton of fun running up and down and in and out of all the fun things that they have there. I was able to get this amazing picture too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R4aL8keG2GI/AAAAAAAAACc/lX7h_F1CBOQ/s1600-h/100_0232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153960696270477410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R4aL8keG2GI/AAAAAAAAACc/lX7h_F1CBOQ/s320/100_0232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with many others like these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R4aLXkeG2FI/AAAAAAAAACU/kpqNdvsB53M/s1600-h/100_0222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153960060615317586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R4aLXkeG2FI/AAAAAAAAACU/kpqNdvsB53M/s320/100_0222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R4aLXUeG2EI/AAAAAAAAACM/kQakJjwSznU/s1600-h/100_0221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153960056320350274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R4aLXUeG2EI/AAAAAAAAACM/kQakJjwSznU/s320/100_0221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R4aLW0eG2DI/AAAAAAAAACE/_8ZeYyVnhu4/s1600-h/100_0217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153960047730415666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R4aLW0eG2DI/AAAAAAAAACE/_8ZeYyVnhu4/s320/100_0217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playing Jason and I decided to check out the figure skating, soon after every one was enjoying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;watching&lt;/span&gt; them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we headed off to a local pizza place, to enjoy so good pizza and Face painting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R4aL9EeG2II/AAAAAAAAACs/OqsohFAw42I/s1600-h/100_0235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153960704860412034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R4aL9EeG2II/AAAAAAAAACs/OqsohFAw42I/s320/100_0235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R4aL80eG2HI/AAAAAAAAACk/kMy7r6FDy8w/s1600-h/100_0234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153960700565444722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R4aL80eG2HI/AAAAAAAAACk/kMy7r6FDy8w/s320/100_0234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R4aL-EeG2JI/AAAAAAAAAC0/cL3i_D1FkVc/s1600-h/100_0236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153960722040281234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R4aL-EeG2JI/AAAAAAAAAC0/cL3i_D1FkVc/s320/100_0236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we used all of our tokens and got some great prizes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once that was over it was about 6:27 p.m. I had exactly 3 minutes to get to the place that I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;suppose&lt;/span&gt; to be babysitting at. They are...well lets just say a little picky, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nobody&lt;/span&gt; has watched them except the children's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;grandparents&lt;/span&gt; and me. I am so glad I got the opportunity though because I really do love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as you can see I am super busy, and I hope to blog again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;visiting&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;stephanie&lt;/span&gt; joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-3078479895889419839?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3078479895889419839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=3078479895889419839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/3078479895889419839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/3078479895889419839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-so-sorry.html' title='SO, SO SORRY!'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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/_EwOpbni-G-k/R4aLV0eG2BI/AAAAAAAAAB0/RxHtScicUFA/s72-c/100_6514.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177557184341791517.post-1467057724387649271</id><published>2007-12-31T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T10:22:46.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Poor Thumb</title><content type='html'>So last night I was feeling ambishious, and I had an hourr to kill until my turn on the computer... so I decided to rearage all of the posters on my walls.  I also got many more posters out of some magazines that needed to be hung up.  So down with the old and up with the new and old.  I spend well over and hour on hanging up my posters.  My room is now completely covered.... im not exagerateing... I sadly had to cover up my "groovy" on my wall that my mom painted I told I had no more room so I had to all though it sadened me.  she suggested I put some on the celling but I though that might be wiered. So my posters inclooded Zac Efron, Cole and Dylan sprose, Miley Cyrus, the Jonas Brothers, Emily Osment, Ashley Tisdale, Vaness H., Michel Mosso (sp?) , Jason Earls, Maddison Pettis, and many others.  I have a total of 15 mega posters, and 42 magazine sized ones.  Yes 42!!!! I told you there were a lot.  Every one of these was hung by push pins.  Hence this title.  man  o man did my thumbs hurt,  it was crazy.  Well thanks for visiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~stephanie joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K so sry if somethin is spelled wrong,  the abc check isn't workin, corrections will be made soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-1467057724387649271?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1467057724387649271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=1467057724387649271' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/1467057724387649271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/1467057724387649271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-poor-thumb.html' title='My Poor Thumb'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177557184341791517.post-7576942598091013480</id><published>2007-12-30T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T12:20:18.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alien baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;k so i was talking to my mom, and we were talking about how i think my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; cousin is really cute but his head is kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;weired&lt;/span&gt; shaped. I said he has a big '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; brain and then a really skinny face and then really chubby cheeks. Then my mom said yea It is just like how your head was when you were little, your uncle called you an alien baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here we are can you compare our alien heads...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R3f8gUeG19I/AAAAAAAAABU/13oZa1aeu-Y/s1600-h/img004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149862331102451666" style="CURSOR: hand" height="303" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R3f8gUeG19I/AAAAAAAAABU/13oZa1aeu-Y/s320/img004.jpg" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R3f8g0eG1_I/AAAAAAAAABk/BZVy50JE-6U/s1600-h/~robert+and+ryan+at+grams.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149862339692386290" style="CURSOR: hand" height="215" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R3f8g0eG1_I/AAAAAAAAABk/BZVy50JE-6U/s320/~robert+and+ryan+at+grams.JPG" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and Robert (on the right) who also has my head.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R3f8gkeG1-I/AAAAAAAAABc/w85fOPWei3k/s1600-h/img005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149862335397418978" style="CURSOR: hand" height="285" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R3f8gkeG1-I/AAAAAAAAABc/w85fOPWei3k/s320/img005.jpg" width="219" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is my cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Little&lt;/span&gt; self one more time just so you can be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jealous&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hee hee&lt;/span&gt;!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well thank you for visiting,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;stephanie&lt;/span&gt; joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-7576942598091013480?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7576942598091013480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=7576942598091013480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/7576942598091013480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/7576942598091013480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2007/12/alien-baby.html' title='Alien baby.'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R3f8gUeG19I/AAAAAAAAABU/13oZa1aeu-Y/s72-c/img004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177557184341791517.post-571291315658488624</id><published>2007-12-26T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T09:30:29.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry not much time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so I don't have much time(hence the title of this) but I thought I would give you all a VERY quick update.   My  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; was amazing here are some of the things I got...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NINTENDO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; .............Uncle Bill and Aunt Karen&lt;br /&gt;New computer!...............Mom and dad and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;grammie&lt;/span&gt; and papa&lt;br /&gt;Digital &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;camera&lt;/span&gt; ...................Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hollister&lt;/span&gt; perfume...............Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;controller&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;numchuck&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Wiiplay&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Wiisport&lt;/span&gt;............Uncle Bill and aunt Karen&lt;br /&gt;50$ for best buy to purchase my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sims&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Nintendo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;..............&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Uncle&lt;/span&gt; Craig and aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Teresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Hollister&lt;/span&gt; gift card.............Grandma&lt;br /&gt;Hot coco to drink with my siblings from my cousin Shana, Ryan and Aubrey.&lt;br /&gt;Best buy gift card......................Uncle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Tim&lt;/span&gt; and aunt deb.&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt; lets see oh!&lt;br /&gt;hairspray the movie from Devin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Cardottie&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;hairspray shake and shimmy expansion ............mom and dad&lt;br /&gt;lots of stocking stuff from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; shelf thing that is really cool ................&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I got to spend time with my uncle David, which I really enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well  I think those are my main gifts sorry if I forgot yours, just let me know.&lt;br /&gt;Kay well as you can see my Christmas was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to say to I hope you get better to my cousin Ryan(who was sick all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;during&lt;/span&gt; Christmas) My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;grammie&lt;/span&gt; who stayed in bed all Christmas because she was also ill, and most of all I want all of you to please pray for Sandi Johnson, because she has lots of cancers and a few blood clots and she was in the hospital through Christmas and so I really want her to get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for visiting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;stephanie&lt;/span&gt; joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-571291315658488624?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/571291315658488624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=571291315658488624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/571291315658488624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/571291315658488624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2007/12/sorry-not-much-time.html' title='Sorry not much time!'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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-6177557184341791517.post-3338878156509351000</id><published>2007-12-22T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T19:23:37.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today:  Wrapping and cookie making!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So this morning my mom and I sot up bright and early to go shopping. We got a few things for Kristina and bought all of Brennan's gifts. That's right my mom had bought nothing except for like one thing for Brennan. So we went to target and bought many amazing gifts I'm sure he will love. Once we were done, it was my job to wrap things. Not only did I wrap the items we had bought today but I also got to wrap about 15 other presents. As most of you may know I am a perfectionist therefore all of the gifts had to be wrapped perfectly. I spent over 3 hours (No, I'm not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exaggerating&lt;/span&gt;!!!) wrapping presents, but I enjoyed it. So, as soon as that was done I came down stairs and started helping with the cookies. Every year we make all of my aunts and uncle cookies for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;. Last year we made over 100 dozen cookies, and this year we are making many more. Crazy, it's 8:30 PM and we still have 4 more kinds to make. . . WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; we will be making cornflake wreaths and decorating the cookies. We will also be spending time with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; little cousin, Aubrey. Then, after she leaves we will be taking my little friends, Zoe and Jason, to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sapora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Playland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. They are three and have never been there, I can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;imagine&lt;/span&gt;. Also while they are over we will each be making a gingerbread tree. Super fun. Well thank you for visiting my blog, I hope to talk to you all soon.&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful Holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stephanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R23S40eG13I/AAAAAAAAAAk/LHRVSbf8L0M/s1600-h/2007Christmas+cookies+on+tray.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R23S4keG12I/AAAAAAAAAAc/CsXKO4zYxbw/s1600-h/2007Christmas+cookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147001818458806114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R23S4keG12I/AAAAAAAAAAc/CsXKO4zYxbw/s200/2007Christmas+cookie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;YUMMM&lt;/span&gt;!! cookies =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R23S40eG13I/AAAAAAAAAAk/LHRVSbf8L0M/s1600-h/2007Christmas+cookies+on+tray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147001822753773426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R23S40eG13I/AAAAAAAAAAk/LHRVSbf8L0M/s200/2007Christmas+cookies+on+tray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's lots of work but it's worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147001831343708050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R23S5UeG15I/AAAAAAAAAA0/NfOx-W09s5M/s200/2007Christmas+me+silly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R23S40eG13I/AAAAAAAAAAk/LHRVSbf8L0M/s1600-h/2007Christmas+cookies+on+tray.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; well me you see I am wearing my apron but while I was doing this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R23S5EeG14I/AAAAAAAAAAs/xjJrnpwUkLg/s1600-h/2007Christmas+me+on+roof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147001827048740738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R23S5EeG14I/AAAAAAAAAAs/xjJrnpwUkLg/s200/2007Christmas+me+on+roof.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my butt got all wet from the melted snow on my roof so i wad to change into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;my PJ&lt;/span&gt; shorts..... and I'm wearing those clogs because they are really comfortable and those socks were really warm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;during&lt;/span&gt; my roof experience.  I bet most of you are wondering what I was doing on the roof well our Christmas lights were put up right after thanksgiving but sadly fell down during the giant ice storm and we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; to put them back up today.  well hope you enjoyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see you late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;stephanie&lt;/span&gt; joy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-3338878156509351000?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3338878156509351000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=3338878156509351000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/3338878156509351000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/3338878156509351000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2007/12/today-wrapping-and-cookie-making.html' title='Today:  Wrapping and cookie making!'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwOpbni-G-k/R23S4keG12I/AAAAAAAAAAc/CsXKO4zYxbw/s72-c/2007Christmas+cookie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177557184341791517.post-2253663171710475845</id><published>2007-12-19T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T20:41:08.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Wrapping is Complete...almost.</title><content type='html'>I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wrapped&lt;/span&gt; every gift that I have purchased so far except for two things.  One things is for my brother( which i already have purchased) and the other is for my grandma, I haven't got her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; yet and also I'm not even sure what I am going to get her....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hhmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;!  Any way I am super excited that school is done for this year!  I only have seven more days of Algebra 2, Keyboarding and Experimental Physical Science.  Although I am very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;disheartened&lt;/span&gt; by that because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;EPS&lt;/span&gt; was my favorite class I have ever had.  I learned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; and had fun.  All of my teachers are great, and my classmates are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; too!  I suppose it will be nice though to be with new people.  Currently my 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; Block class is upstairs at the very end of the East wing and my locker is as far as you can possibly go into the West wing.  Every day I have 7 min. to run(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt;) from one end of the school to the other to grab my coat, then run to the middle of the two wings into the commons and go out the front &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;entrance&lt;/span&gt; to my bus. Whew! I getting tiered just from thinking about it.  Anyway next semester my fourth block will be in the middle of the West wing, so I will only have to take a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;steps&lt;/span&gt; and I will be at my locker! WOO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;HOO&lt;/span&gt;! well ta-ta for now.  Hope you all have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt;, Happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Hanuka&lt;/span&gt;, Pleasant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Kwanzaa&lt;/span&gt;, and a Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;stephanie&lt;/span&gt; joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-2253663171710475845?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2253663171710475845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=2253663171710475845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/2253663171710475845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/2253663171710475845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2007/12/holiday-wrapping-is-completealmost.html' title='Holiday Wrapping is Complete...almost.'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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-6177557184341791517.post-5449186462358028826</id><published>2007-12-18T14:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T20:42:14.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Super Tired!</title><content type='html'>Had a busy weekend and yesterday I had a super long Choir concert... Tomorrow is the last day of School for 2 weeks, HOORAY!!! All my Christmas shopping is done. Everything is wrapped. All gifts are under the tree. I'm super excited. Tonight I'm going to finish up making pretzels for my teachers, then I am going to go to sleep and get some well deserved ZZZZZZZZZ's. Good night. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~stephanie joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-5449186462358028826?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5449186462358028826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=5449186462358028826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/5449186462358028826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/5449186462358028826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-super-tiered.html' title='So Super Tired!'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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-6177557184341791517.post-1243533564327793066</id><published>2007-12-13T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T17:29:22.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend.</title><content type='html'>So this weekend I am going to be very busy.  So far my planes for Friday are to go see a movie with my family and possibly bring a friend.  Sat. I have to go Bell Ringing for Upward bound from 11-3, then possibly go to the ice hogs game to see Drake Bell( but I dought we are going because my dad hates when peole do to the games just for somthin like that instead of to watch the game) , then me and my family are going to go bolling, THEN I am going to sleep over at my grandmas house. On Sunday, I am going to go to Church, then go to my cousin's birthday party.  Arissa will be nine, I am missing so much of her like and I am very gratful that I will be able to attend this event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta ta for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~stephanie joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-1243533564327793066?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1243533564327793066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=1243533564327793066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/1243533564327793066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/1243533564327793066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-weekend.html' title='My Weekend.'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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-6177557184341791517.post-4209815096179415121</id><published>2007-12-13T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T13:17:17.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my Blog!</title><content type='html'>Well, welcome to my blog. At the moment I am running a bit short on time but I can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;assure&lt;/span&gt; you that there will be many more interesting blogs to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks again for visiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stephanie&lt;/span&gt; joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177557184341791517-4209815096179415121?l=stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4209815096179415121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177557184341791517&amp;postID=4209815096179415121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/4209815096179415121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177557184341791517/posts/default/4209815096179415121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniejoysstory.blogspot.com/2007/12/welcome-to-my-blog.html' title='Welcome to my Blog!'/><author><name>Stephanie Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13458822554606570032</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>
