<?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-5416668576380498692</id><updated>2011-07-08T02:45:27.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiles too much</title><subtitle type='html'>this is myblog, my rules, my life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiletoomuch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416668576380498692/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiletoomuch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Christina smiles too much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891133367916031495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lWte_aeahU4/TFUD2EOg2xI/AAAAAAAAABk/klagtA54_R4/S220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416668576380498692.post-18071660237049022</id><published>2010-03-21T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T17:22:03.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the Real World</title><content type='html'>Life is like maze, you go through many obstacles and you have to face many obstacles and challenges. For my life is a mess, its funny, but kinda ridiclous sometimes. usually, everyone asks me how i survive, its not just surviving its living it. As usual, school is a drag. Grade 10 is coming to an end, only like three more months and then its the summer! can't wait! yet, i love school but the work is so hard and tough. so much to do, yet so little time. I LEGIT AM GONNA DIE NEXT YEAR. my course load is crazy! well im planning on being a nurse and going to Queen's to get an BscN, or BNSc, or BN, lol theirs so many names for it. ANYWAYS, i've had to deactiviate my facebook account so many times!! ahh, its so annoying. blah! the school year is coming to an end, then its the summer..... my summer will consit of physics 11 summer school and volunteering at children's hospital...great summer, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not that i dont want to do it, im just not prepared to go through with it. I'm scared to do summer school at a public school cauuse i've never been.. i know it sounds snobby but i've been attending an elite private school since I was 4 years old. but oh well, i'm gonna have to suck it up and try it.&lt;br /&gt;my course load for grade 11 consits,&lt;br /&gt;math 11, english 11, socials 11, french 11, yearbook 11, biology 11, chemistry 11, and atheltics, and A SKILLS BLOCK, thank god i'm having a skills block or else i would probably die!!&lt;br /&gt;then grade 12, im doing math  12 in the summer so i can take ap statistics....great i know..im such a nerd. well im not really a nerd cause i do have a life, but next year i won't.&lt;br /&gt;My after school activites will be dance, and community soccer, and spanish classes. i know great...&lt;br /&gt;with schoool, i might consider varsity volleyball, but im not good enough. and i need to bump up my marks or else im not gonna get into university. i really want to prove everyone that i can do it, that i can get extremely good marks and that i can get into university. all i have to do is try my best and do ALL MY HOMEWORK and study and focus on sports and dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far this year, my guy life hasbeen a huge fail.&lt;br /&gt;all i have to say is sorry. i contiune to hurt so..hhaha&lt;br /&gt;i can't stay solid with someone , i'm not a committed person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance competitions are coming up soon!! dance power!! im so excited for it!! my second competition!! my dance class as been working so hard, i think we've got what it takes to win. LETS DO THIS LADIES!&lt;br /&gt;what makes me so mad is that i didn't make varsity soccer team. soccer is my sport, and i didnt even have a fair tryout. i was fucking injured holy shit! i was in an air cast for like two weeks and now im doing physio cause my ankle is messed up. it sucks. and now the school is cutting the grade 10's for soccer and is gonna let the fucking bloody annoying grade 9'bump up and play varsity. SO NOT FAIR. all of the grade 9's suck at soccer, i could probably take them all down.&lt;br /&gt;screw them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now im also very mad at this one guy...chris. LOL hes been involved with me for a while ive had such a hard time handling him. he's like inlove with me, and is allover me. so i broke this of with him, and now he wants to be friends with benefits cause we both didnt have time for him, i hate committments and stufff like that. i cant wait until the 409, so i can find a couple of boys to mack on, and he ain't one. i want to help my friend angela find someone cause she's still kinda likes this guy named colby, and colby is in germany, and he's a bit of an asshole, ACTUALLY, HES A FUCKING ASSHOLE, SO RUDE, AND SO MESSED UP AND WONT LEAVE HER ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;oh dear. my life is just crazzy&lt;br /&gt;ttyl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416668576380498692-18071660237049022?l=ismiletoomuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiletoomuch.blogspot.com/feeds/18071660237049022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ismiletoomuch.blogspot.com/2010/03/real-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416668576380498692/posts/default/18071660237049022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416668576380498692/posts/default/18071660237049022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiletoomuch.blogspot.com/2010/03/real-world.html' title='the Real World'/><author><name>Christina smiles too much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891133367916031495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lWte_aeahU4/TFUD2EOg2xI/AAAAAAAAABk/klagtA54_R4/S220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416668576380498692.post-7147213178485379995</id><published>2009-05-29T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:39:40.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why i smile</title><content type='html'>Well....i smile becausee....i laugh all the time&lt;br /&gt;my personality is funny, loud, extarodinary, chatterbox,&lt;br /&gt;exciting and loveable! i laugh alot! i mean A LOT! hahaha and i smile all the time its&lt;br /&gt;so funny and i so amazingly hilarously. hehehe// :)&lt;br /&gt;I talk i sing i dance i do everything, its so funny. omg, why am i like that but&lt;br /&gt;people love it! wahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to laugh and make fun of so many things!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416668576380498692-7147213178485379995?l=ismiletoomuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiletoomuch.blogspot.com/feeds/7147213178485379995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ismiletoomuch.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-i-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416668576380498692/posts/default/7147213178485379995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416668576380498692/posts/default/7147213178485379995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiletoomuch.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-i-smile.html' title='Why i smile'/><author><name>Christina smiles too much</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891133367916031495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lWte_aeahU4/TFUD2EOg2xI/AAAAAAAAABk/klagtA54_R4/S220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
