<?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-3423265806174107952</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:40:55.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brooke Kubby's Journal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423265806174107952.post-6414138761731501534</id><published>2009-12-30T16:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T16:52:19.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>link to new blog</title><content type='html'>http://brookemoved.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423265806174107952-6414138761731501534?l=brookekubby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/feeds/6414138761731501534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/12/link-to-new-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/6414138761731501534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/6414138761731501534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/12/link-to-new-blog.html' title='link to new blog'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423265806174107952.post-3782664624255358255</id><published>2009-12-28T20:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T18:45:44.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last night in California... wish me luck in AZ.  If they don't talk like valleygirls, I'm, like, totally, like, screwed, like, yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423265806174107952-3782664624255358255?l=brookekubby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/feeds/3782664624255358255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-night-in-california.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/3782664624255358255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/3782664624255358255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-night-in-california.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423265806174107952.post-731492937535851438</id><published>2009-12-27T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T09:03:13.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEK SEVENTEEN</title><content type='html'>well last week we skied everyday which was fun, CK kept falling which was even funner for me (yes in my dictionary "funner" is a word so deal with it) anyway I skied the face 3 times and the Gun Barrel once.  like I sed it was fun.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad's assistant has a big husky that CK loved to play with, one time she threw the dog's bone over the neighbors fence into their back yard.  Then Crystal dragged me out of the bedroom and had my ring the neighbor's doorbell but they weren't there so I had to climb over their backyard fence and get the stupid bone.  Unfortunately it had just snowed so I left plenty of evidence that I had been there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday we drove... idk how many hours.  CK and I had both finished reading all the books we brought with us, so mom read  grandpa's book aloud and managed to  read (out loud) 150 pages.  right now I'm in Laguna.  my parents have a court thingy tommorow where the court's gonna decide if CK and I ive in Tahoe w/ our dad or in AZ w/ our mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the night before last we got to talk via video chat with Max, Gabrielle and Lee Mogel.   If you want a shocking night, have your dad wake you up after you've been asleep for two hours and then video chat with kids you haven't laid eyes on in 3 years.  :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ttyl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brooke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423265806174107952-731492937535851438?l=brookekubby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/feeds/731492937535851438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/12/week-seventeen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/731492937535851438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/731492937535851438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/12/week-seventeen.html' title='WEEK SEVENTEEN'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423265806174107952.post-8129282657045255250</id><published>2009-12-20T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T19:38:52.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well yesterday we went to the Strand (we as in mom, Crystal, me, Mr. and Mrs. Klein, Eliana, and Shirell) which was the first time I've been there.  Shirell and I used roller skates, Mr. Klein, Eliana and Crystal skateboarded, and Mom and Mrs. Klein walked.  we had TONS of fun.  we played at the beach a liitle by a big mound of sand, and we stumbled on a place where a hobbo slept ( the hobbo wasnt there though so dont worry) and Mr. Klein translated the slang, it meant "I live here so unless you want to get beaten up then don't try sleeping here".  Anyway then we got pizza and then we got ice cream and anyway it was good.  It was awesome cuz we went like at least a mile or more that day but no cars it was all skates.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today I woke up in SoCal, went to Nevada, and skiied for 2 hours.  (that sounds so cool wen I write it like that :D)  anyway what happened was we went to the airport in hot SoCal and then we went on something called a plane when we got off we could se our breath and we were walking next to snow.  From the airport we drove to our dad's new house which he sed was 3 bedrooms but they are all miniscule and one of them is his office so CK and I have to share a bedroom.  After, we left the house and went straight to the store to buy ski equipment and then we got our pics taken for our ski passes and then we just went on the ski left and skiied 3 runs, then we bought food, and then we came back to the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423265806174107952-8129282657045255250?l=brookekubby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/feeds/8129282657045255250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/12/well-yesterday-we-went-to-strand-we-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/8129282657045255250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/8129282657045255250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/12/well-yesterday-we-went-to-strand-we-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423265806174107952.post-7024524645894158570</id><published>2009-12-18T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T16:15:14.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEK SIXTEEN</title><content type='html'>this week was my last week at MBMS.... it was pretty interesting.  Monday I finally rode my bike again because I didn't ride it for a week and a half before that.... Tuesday I had the whole Victorian dress thing.... Wednesday we had a lock-down and I went caroling after school..... Thursday we had a tea party in English and made boxes out of cards.  The boxes were awesome but the tea party sucked.  The guys had to get the girls food which was lame, and yeah.  to make up for all the polite Victorian stuff I decided to chug the tea.  :D  after the whole party thing they passed out the school newspaper, and- woah!  OMAGAWD!  Brooke is on the front page in a Victorian dresS!!!! so yeah that was not good...... today (Friday) the band and the choruses (idk about the whole plural thing) had a concert in the auditorium every period, I went 2nd, 4th, 5th, and was in chorus for 6th.  We did holiday puzzles in math class, and in science we made science songs to the tune of Christmas songs... in Social Studies we had a test....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after school and after my mom signed me out I thought I would be sad to be leaving MBMS but not like really sad.... I wish I cud say I didnt cry but I cant.  When I left Laguna I was super sad but I didnt cry, and I was there from the end of third grade to 6th grade, and I've only been at MBMS for a little less than 4 months... idk.   oh well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423265806174107952-7024524645894158570?l=brookekubby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/feeds/7024524645894158570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/12/week-sixteen.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/7024524645894158570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/7024524645894158570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/12/week-sixteen.html' title='WEEK SIXTEEN'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423265806174107952.post-2495575243420327647</id><published>2009-12-16T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T21:08:39.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;today we had a lock-down during 2nd pd.... I was doing Run day.  All of us in PE had to go to the gym.... we sat around and the teachers got mad at us for talking.... then Mr. Jakson ame on the speackers and sed, "We had a lock-down because there were some sspicious looking people in Pollywog Park, now go to third period like normal and continure the school day as you would have otherwise" which freaked out all us PE kids cuz we were IN pollywog park.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After school I went caroling with a few other kids from chorus, it was super fun.  After we got back from caroling, we had cookies, apple cider and hot cocoa.  then we played in Christine's backyard on the hammock and the trampoline... we kept being mean to Mathew (but in a funny way)... then we played Murderer and Angel which was fun but I didnt know who to murder so I picked Christine and then everyone hated me so then I was immediatly murdered.... it was fun anyway.  We also took a bunch of photobooth pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423265806174107952-2495575243420327647?l=brookekubby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/feeds/2495575243420327647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-we-had-lock-down-during-2nd-pd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/2495575243420327647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/2495575243420327647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-we-had-lock-down-during-2nd-pd.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423265806174107952.post-1046463781831659489</id><published>2009-12-15T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T15:37:18.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY GOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt; today I wore a Vitorian dress (complete with a corset, PINK skirt and shirt, purse, fan and gloves) in front of not only my English class, but also another English teacher's class.  It was so akward and the corset made me feel like I was gonna die and everyone was laughing... probably because I kept making faces and stuff :) anyway it was an experiance, and an experiance that I DEFINITELY didnt volunteer for.  I also did Victorian dancing.... I was partnered with a guy who's mentally crazy and is like 4 feet tall.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I AM SCARRED FOR LIFE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423265806174107952-1046463781831659489?l=brookekubby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/feeds/1046463781831659489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-my-god.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/1046463781831659489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/1046463781831659489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-my-god.html' title='OH MY GOD'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423265806174107952.post-3482426779004677724</id><published>2009-12-11T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T20:35:17.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEK FIFTEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/SyMdZpM7_yI/AAAAAAAAAac/l1fSQch0suw/s1600-h/ECN+summed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/SyMdZpM7_yI/AAAAAAAAAac/l1fSQch0suw/s200/ECN+summed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414203503423520546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/SyMdZLmVjrI/AAAAAAAAAaU/xBkeW7E1chs/s1600-h/person.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/SyMdZLmVjrI/AAAAAAAAAaU/xBkeW7E1chs/s200/person.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414203495476989618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY-  it rained so I ate lunch in Mrs. Read's room.  the only other girls were Mrs. Read and Rayna (sp.) and the rest were all guys. it was SUPER fun we were goofing off and they were having arm wrestling contests and stuff and we were laughing and it was almost like I was in their group.   Also I got EN's e-mail adress, I asked for it Friday and got it @ break and was almost late for Spanish.... then we were practiing a song in chorus so I was almost late for Soial Studies later&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TUESDAY-  I had an eye doctor appointment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WEDNESDAY-  dress rehearsal after school for chorus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THURSDAY- &lt;b&gt;concert!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;  there are 5 choirs:  Mermaid, Neptune, Seaside, Senior Wave, and Madrigals.  Mermaid is all 6th grade girls, Neptune is 6th grade boys, Seaside (my choir) is mostly 7th graders, Senior Wave is mostly 8th graders, Madrigals is after school I think and is mostly 8th graders.  It was awesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FRIDAY-  Crystal's B-day and start of Hanukah!!!!!  Mr. Klein got Crystal a camera, Shirrel an itouch, Eliana a used compter, and me a player for my itouch that is also an alarm clock and stuff.  Grandma and Grandpa got Crystal and me socks, handbooks, $20 and a necklace.  Mom/I got Crystal a jacket at Target and I gave Crystal the fur jacket I got last weekend shopping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(PS to see the pics click on them....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423265806174107952-3482426779004677724?l=brookekubby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/feeds/3482426779004677724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/12/week-fifteen.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/3482426779004677724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/3482426779004677724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/12/week-fifteen.html' title='WEEK FIFTEEN'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/SyMdZpM7_yI/AAAAAAAAAac/l1fSQch0suw/s72-c/ECN+summed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423265806174107952.post-1596944874759688522</id><published>2009-12-06T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T19:36:16.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>party/shopping 12/5 and 12/6</title><content type='html'>This weekend I had a party at Kayla's and went shopping.  At the party Margo, Emily, and ktsg came and ktsg stayed overnight.  We played monopoly and they decided to dress me up.... bleh.  Anyway I got to bed at 10 PM but then ktsg and I, who were both sleeping on Cole's bed, talked for 2 hours.  The next day I got up at 6 AM and we (me, ktsg, kayla, cole, mia, mr. pressley and mrs. pressley) left for church at about 10:25.  At Churh we (ktsg, kp and I) went to the teenage place, which was strange fr me cuz I usually stay with the adults.  Anyway it was weird because I saw a bunch of kids that I sorta-knew.  Anyway they had this thing about what evil is and what we could do about it, but the lesson was cut short cuz we had to go to the main church for Communion Sunday.  ktsg ate the bread right away but ur not sopposed to.  After church we (kayla and I) walked to Charlotte's house, because kp's church is right next to the highschool and charlotte's house is right next to the highschool.  Charlotte wasn't there because there had been a big mix-up about where to meet and stuff, but eventually she and her mom arrived with Bethany and Emily.  Then we all went to the Irvine Spectrum.  most of the time Emily took pictures.  We went to Target, Old Navy, and Forever 21.  I got 3 shirts, 1 hat, and about 4 jackets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423265806174107952-1596944874759688522?l=brookekubby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/feeds/1596944874759688522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/12/partyshopping-125-and-126.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/1596944874759688522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/1596944874759688522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/12/partyshopping-125-and-126.html' title='party/shopping 12/5 and 12/6'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423265806174107952.post-3902674414253165981</id><published>2009-12-04T20:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T20:49:21.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEK FOURTEEN</title><content type='html'>This week I told all my teachers except for my chorus teacher that I'm moving... idk y but a lot of the kids say they hate me when I tell them I'm moving... anyway on Wednesday this week my bike chain broke while I was riding home, but the ppl at the bike shop say they can probably fix it so we don't need to get a new chain.  We just dropped the bike and the chain off and they said we can pick it up any time so Sunday evening or Monday night we'll pick it up, but it's really cool because we didn't have to sign any papers or anything cuz the bike shop ppl know us... they know us cuz I always need stuff for my bike and its breaking and stuff... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we attempted to record some songs in chorus, and we did an art project in Spanish class.  yesterday or the day before we moved seats in math.  in English I think it was Tuesday we switched seats and I got one agaisnt the wall :)  Also in science we turned in all our projects so I feel super happy and less stressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423265806174107952-3902674414253165981?l=brookekubby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/feeds/3902674414253165981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/12/week-fourteen.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/3902674414253165981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/3902674414253165981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/12/week-fourteen.html' title='WEEK FOURTEEN'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423265806174107952.post-6382955565702754972</id><published>2009-11-29T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T07:47:55.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEK THIRTEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This week we visited the Arizona house.  I found out that in AZ pretty much everyone has guns, and my sweet little old great-grandmother had a little hand gun in her purse... all the time...  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I went walking with grandpa on the trails behind our house... it was breath takingly gorgeous at this one spot.  We were at th end of the fire road overlooking a bunch of hills/small mountains enclosed within The Rim.  There were big rocks and lots of trees and plants.  But what was so amazing was not what was there, but what wasn't there.  There was absolutely NO sound.  The rim keeps wind out of Payson, so that sound was gone.  We were far away from civilization, so those sounds were gone.  There weren't any animals, so those sounds were gone.  And the people who were target practicing close by had momentarily stopped.  It was incredible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I visited the Payson school.  It has about 580 kids, which is less than Thurston.  The school is 4.5 miles away from our house, and I want to prove to my disbelieving mother that I CAN bike that far to school everyday.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The drive back from Arizona was very beautiful.  I took a lot of pictures, but near the end my camera conked out.  It didn't have any battery left and the memory was full.  Unfortunately, as of right now, I can't download any of the amazing Payson, Pollywog Park, sunset, windmill, cloud, cactus or sun pictures because I lost the cable that connects my camera to my computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423265806174107952-6382955565702754972?l=brookekubby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/feeds/6382955565702754972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/11/week-thirteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/6382955565702754972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/6382955565702754972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/11/week-thirteen.html' title='WEEK THIRTEEN'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423265806174107952.post-8121194638861948798</id><published>2009-11-24T10:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T10:31:18.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEK TWELVE</title><content type='html'>SOOOOOOOOO LATE shud have written Friday but I forgot.... Saturday we did packing and left for Laguna.... Sunday we drove all day to AZ and we finally got internet today.  Anyway..... yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423265806174107952-8121194638861948798?l=brookekubby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/feeds/8121194638861948798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/11/week-twelve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/8121194638861948798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/8121194638861948798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/11/week-twelve.html' title='WEEK TWELVE'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423265806174107952.post-2493777435372474490</id><published>2009-11-17T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T15:42:46.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPIRIT WEEK THIS WEEK</title><content type='html'>Monday- pie eating contest &amp;amp; Neon Day&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday- PJ day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday- Sports Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday- Nerd Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday- Tacky Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423265806174107952-2493777435372474490?l=brookekubby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/feeds/2493777435372474490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/11/spirit-week-this-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/2493777435372474490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/2493777435372474490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/11/spirit-week-this-week.html' title='SPIRIT WEEK THIS WEEK'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423265806174107952.post-5228868968521707066</id><published>2009-11-15T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T10:34:15.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEK ELEVEN</title><content type='html'>whooooops im super late on writing on this thingg.  wow i forgot a bunch of stuff......... well we had Wed. off which was wonderful, last weekend we went to our grandparent's house in TAB.   uhh in science we disected a frog on Tuesday which was fun.  PE we played football (not fun...) uh reading good books.... got my GATE permission slip to the office so I can take that test..... doctors appointment on Friday it was awful it was a physical.......  yesterday I went to UCLA for an astromomy thing it was total awesomness......  uh uh uh uh friday we had a math test that was super long we had a sub and only half the class finished........  anyway yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423265806174107952-5228868968521707066?l=brookekubby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/feeds/5228868968521707066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/11/week-ten_15.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/5228868968521707066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/5228868968521707066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/11/week-ten_15.html' title='WEEK ELEVEN'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423265806174107952.post-7595129126279143257</id><published>2009-11-06T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T19:52:45.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEK TEN</title><content type='html'>¡Hola!  I seem to recall that something interesting happened on Monday bugt I can't remember.  Oh yeah just remembered, on Monday morning I went in the garage, like normal, and was just about to get on my bike and pedal away to school when I noticed that the front tire was totally flat.  So then I told mom and we quickly pumped the tire and I went to school on my bike anyway.  Then, at the end of the day, i walked into the little bike enclosure and my bike tire was totally flat AGAIN.  Luckily Emerson hadn't left on his bike yet so I just waited for him and then used his cell phone to call mom.  Then I walked ALL the way up the Pollywog hill to the crossguard where I waited until mom drove up and got me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; uh.......... yesterday I went to the dentist after school and they said my jaw is like totally messed up and I need braces IMMEDIATELY but idk I'm sure I'm find so mom's gonna take me to the orthodontist later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we did a fish dissection (perch).  It was annoying cause I was in a group with two guys, I don't even know the name of one of them, ant the other, Niko, was all sqeamish and stuff.  Anyway before we actually began dissecting the fish they were fighting over who got to do the most cutting and stuff.  In the end I cut the most and I preety much pulled of all the stuff.  It was really funny cuz Niko was like "EW!!!!" when the fish scaled went flying all over the place while he was cutting (btw Mrs. Mayeberry was listening to us) So I said, "if it's so gross why not just let me cut it?" and he said, "cuz it's awesome."  So anyway.  We accidently popped the swim bladder to that was not good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In English we were discussing the end of "The Giver" and we had a sub.  We were separated into two groups on either side of the room based on whether we believe Jonus and Gabe die in the end or whether they lived.  Then we all had to give our reasons for believing one or the other.  At one point, no one on my side had their hand raised for like a whole minute so finally I just raised mine and gave my reasoning so the sub wouldnt kill us.  Anyway after that everyone just latched on to my idea and added on to it, it was annoting cuz the other side had a bunch of arguments and I wasn't allowed to raise my hand twice so we only had like one argument (mine).  Anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423265806174107952-7595129126279143257?l=brookekubby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/feeds/7595129126279143257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/11/week-ten.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/7595129126279143257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/7595129126279143257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/11/week-ten.html' title='WEEK TEN'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423265806174107952.post-8101002599791127421</id><published>2009-10-31T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T21:36:34.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEK NINE</title><content type='html'>srry I missed friday.  Overview:  pretty good.  cant really rmember any day in particular, except yestersay and today.  On Friday everyone wore their Halloween costume to school.  PE was fun we got to do watever we wanted so I played soccer guys vrs. girls.  It was really fun to see the guys freak out when I could run as fast/faster than them and prove im not a girly girl.  Also on Friday went to the Boo Blast and saw a couple people I knew.  Tonight I went trick-or-treating with Emily, Anya, and ktsg.  During the day I hung out w/ Wendy Nelson, went to the Beach Comber  Cafe.  for Halloween I was a farmer, ktsg was a flapper, anya was a zombie, and emily was an eighties girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423265806174107952-8101002599791127421?l=brookekubby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/feeds/8101002599791127421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/10/week-nine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/8101002599791127421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/8101002599791127421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/10/week-nine.html' title='WEEK NINE'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423265806174107952.post-5270263087130356907</id><published>2009-10-23T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T21:13:09.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEK EIGHT</title><content type='html'>um Monday was boring, Tuesday uhhhhhhhhh nothing cums to mind so ummmm unimportant.  Wednesday turned in storyboard for Social Studies which was hard to make.  Thursday turned in Flower Model for science but I rode my bike that day so now the flower model is all broken and I'm gonna get a really bad grade.  Today we had a basketball test in PE that I failed miserably (I got one shot in the basket n 30 seconds) and so yeah.  sub in math, we had a major test.  today we had a sub for Spanish who was even crazier than Senora Turney.  English was fun but we had a spelling test which I probably failed.  Also the guys who sit around me are al really weird but funny.  The guy who sits diagonal from me is Brett; he has a plastic mouse which he calles a "meese", and a paper box that can fold on itself.  he often does a skit before class when the teacher isnt looking where he and the guy next to me (Will) pretend to be gay and like hitting on each other.  But when Will tries to do that with the guy in front of me, Eric, he is met by an embarrassed kid who turns crimson and will have nothing of it.  Social studies we had a major test which was super hard.  rode my bike home and packed, now Mom, CK and I r at GP and GM's house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423265806174107952-5270263087130356907?l=brookekubby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/feeds/5270263087130356907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/10/week-eight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/5270263087130356907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/5270263087130356907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/10/week-eight.html' title='WEEK EIGHT'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423265806174107952.post-2127008670141285746</id><published>2009-10-18T19:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T10:35:03.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423265806174107952-2127008670141285746?l=brookekubby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/feeds/2127008670141285746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/10/poi-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/2127008670141285746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/2127008670141285746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/10/poi-list.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423265806174107952.post-4854000986467596070</id><published>2009-10-16T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T15:42:25.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEK SEVEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/Stj2wiyp9YI/AAAAAAAAAZs/iYtGcxMge5A/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/Stj2wiyp9YI/AAAAAAAAAZs/iYtGcxMge5A/s200/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393331867609593218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/Stj2Jeui5PI/AAAAAAAAAZc/FZDB5SWAMvw/s1600-h/Picture+2.png" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this week we had school off on Monday.  Tuesday it misted during school but I was still able to ride my bike to and from school without getting wet, rode with emerson and his 7th grade friends a little on Tuesday.  Wednesday wen tin the carpool cuz of the rain.  Thursday HOT.  Today, HOT and also we did  Run Day today cuz Pollywog Park was flooded Wed. even though today was crazy hair day.  Grades alert, only a B+ in PE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  You actually get graded on how good you do.  My grades r in the pic.  Click on it to see it full screen.  Also I now have a new Pet Peeve:  The question "Who do you like."  Reasons:  Whenever anyone asks it at my school I say, truthfully, No One.  And then they don't belive me.  So they bug me all the time and it's all they talk about.  And if I were to lie and say I liked somone, and I lied and gave them a name, they would bug me about it for ages.  It's the never ending, totally annoying, most obnoxious question ever created.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423265806174107952-4854000986467596070?l=brookekubby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/feeds/4854000986467596070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/10/week-seven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/4854000986467596070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/4854000986467596070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/10/week-seven.html' title='WEEK SEVEN'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/Stj2wiyp9YI/AAAAAAAAAZs/iYtGcxMge5A/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423265806174107952.post-9176766981705185496</id><published>2009-10-14T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T17:04:43.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10.14.09</title><content type='html'>it rained today!!!! the first time since Conan O'brien started hosting the Tonight Show!!!!!!!  but all is not well.  With the rain I couoldn't ride my bike (though it didn't stop a lot of other guys) and worst of all.... my hair got all frazzly!  I put it in a ponytail today and it started sticking up in places and little squigglys coming out all over the place!  Also since it rained we didn't have to do Run Day :) :) :) because Pollywog Park flooded.  It was so weird.  Apparently Pollywog park was created to be a dumping spot for all of the drains in the city.  The playground was completely covered, and the benches just had some of the top showing.  Katie's been to the park, that liitle fake ship actually looked like it's sailing.  :)  So awesome.  So we got to stay in the gym and basically do whatever wanted or go to the MPR and read.  Hmmmmm, must be hard to guess what I did.  Today it technically didnt RAIN, it didn't even drizzle, it just kind of misted heavily.  today in english I guessed where the term "scapegoat" came from and got it right.  :)  so yeah.  Also during break I didn't put on my jacket or use my umbrella, so I was among the guys who was admonished for having a sopping wet head when I got to class.  But I didn't really get in trouble, and it was worth it.  Also I had just come to the conclusion that guys were more interesting to talk to cuz they didn't ask you who you "like" when long behold, Eric Cohen the annoying jerk asked me who I liked!  And then he laughed when I got mad at him!  ALL GUYS ARE JERKS AND ALL GIRLS ARE ANNOYING.  (jk)&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/3423265806174107952-9176766981705185496?l=brookekubby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/feeds/9176766981705185496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/10/101409.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/9176766981705185496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/9176766981705185496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/10/101409.html' title='10.14.09'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423265806174107952.post-3986833257019490376</id><published>2009-10-09T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T10:36:06.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEK SIX</title><content type='html'>overwiew:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pretty good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um days of interest are Wed., Thur., and today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WED:  we studied the stomata on leaves and I had the coolest one :)  Also first mile of year :( Eye and ear tests in school cuz im new to the district&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THUR: sub in English who spent 20 min. telling us a story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FRI:  test in Science, Spanish, English, Chorus, and Social Studies.  girl named Shannon came over to the house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foot in mouth moment:  this kid named Eric Cohen was annoying one day in PE about the reading log so I was complaining about him in science, and of course everyone said I liked him.  (BTW the guy I sat next to is named Max, he's short) And so I told all the guys "I don't like him, he's too short, he's like this tall", and I held my palm a certain height, and Max is like, "I'm that tall!"  So that wasn't good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423265806174107952-3986833257019490376?l=brookekubby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/feeds/3986833257019490376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/10/week-six.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/3986833257019490376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/3986833257019490376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/10/week-six.html' title='WEEK SIX'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423265806174107952.post-8029914699448432736</id><published>2009-10-03T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T11:17:47.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEK FIVE</title><content type='html'>woops forgot to write on Friday.  This week a bunch of guys decided to capture bees really close to where Trisha and I sit, which makes the bees angry, which frightens me almost to death.   Also I brought a banana to school for my lunch and it brke and mixed with all the othr food I had for lunch and it was absolutely disgusting an gross and ew ew ew ew!  the itouch came this week, and Pocket God has gotten a lot cooler.  we had a seat move in science class, and right after the move and before the bell rang, our science teacher told us we had to find two people to do a project with by monday.  I dont know anyone!  so im totally skrewed!  oh well.  I've been reading the Da Vinci Code, which is turning out to be the best book ever.  On the reading log thing I didn't win!  I lost by 110 pages.  Also I wrote a letter to the Thurston chorus that Lauren read for me, idk why, but a bunch of people sed it was really sad!  idk y!  I guess i didnt make it clear that I was putting myself down sarcastically as a joke.  oh well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423265806174107952-8029914699448432736?l=brookekubby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/feeds/8029914699448432736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/10/week-five.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/8029914699448432736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/8029914699448432736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/10/week-five.html' title='WEEK FIVE'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423265806174107952.post-7479847833536931364</id><published>2009-09-25T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T21:04:58.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEK FOUR</title><content type='html'>this week was pretty good in Social Studies I totally forgot to fill in a map of Manhattan Beach which was our homework so I remembered the day it was due and tried to do it at break and lunch but dismally failed.  :( so that wasnt good but anyway I found out Allan is having a major work party on Sunday so I'm spending the night at Grandma and Grandpa's on Sunday (I dont have school Monday cuz of a Jewish Holiday) so anyway that means I can be a visitor at Thurston and say hi to all my friends at their school!!!!! :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) Anyway in the reading log contest Eric Cohen dropped out, he says he can't catch up to me, but that same day I found out there's a girl whose read like exactly the same as me so I have to beat her!!!  I refuse to not be the best at reading!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Anyway today we had Spirit Day which was really dumb, you had to wear green and gold because that's the high school's colors, anyway the highschool band came and so did their cheerleaders.  the band was SO LOUD!!!!  anyway anyway anyway cant wait for monday g2g bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423265806174107952-7479847833536931364?l=brookekubby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/feeds/7479847833536931364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/09/week-four.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/7479847833536931364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/7479847833536931364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/09/week-four.html' title='WEEK FOUR'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423265806174107952.post-5238794206718830185</id><published>2009-09-19T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T10:54:13.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, fried indeed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Oh hi, I saw your sister earlier and asked if you were here but you weren’t, anyway I thought my sister was gone and I had thought you could help me look for her, but whatever I found her, after looking all through Pennekamp and riding around, it turns out she was watching fricken Anime with the headphones on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gotta go bye.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you were Emerson at about 4:00 PM Friday, that is what you would have heard me say right before I ran off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you have a younger sibling, you know how annoying they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sometimes you want to wrangle their necks because they’ve pushed you to the edge, and you get so angry as they giggle after pushing your buttons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But if something ever happened to them; if they ever were lost or hurt or kidnapped, wouldn’t you do anything in your power to help them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yesterday I got home from school, relieved that I could rest tomorrow and happy to get off my bike and cool down while reading Eldest under the tree outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I went inside a little later to put my things inside and take a shower to wash off the sweat from riding my bike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The phone was ringing, so I went over and picked it up, after seeing that it was mom calling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve been calling forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Charlotte’s gone so I had to fill in at the office, and Crystal was supposed to have ice ream day at school but I couldn’t come home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Is she there?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Uh, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Crying, mom said, “she was supposed to be at the house by three!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do you think she went home with a friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Or maybe she’s still at the school playing o something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why hasn’t she called?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don’t know where she is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve been calling the house every five minutes, and I’m so worried!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So I told her that I would go to Pennekamp and look around for Crystal and have Emerson help me circle the neighborhood to see if Crystal had gotten lost while walking home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then I went over to Emerson’s house and I talked to his sister, who said he wasn’t there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I told her never mind, I didn’t know where my little sister was, but don’t worry it’s O.K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then I went to Pennekamp and searched the school twice to see if I could find Crystal, but to no avail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The people in the office were concerned and told me to come back in a few minutes if I couldn’t find her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then I left and tried to call mom with her old cell phone that’s now mine, only to find that it doesn’t hold battery power well at all and that it had no reception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As I rode back I thought of how Crystal might have been hurt, or raped, or kidnapped, or lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When I got home I ran in the house, where I yelled “Crystal?!” really loud to see if she was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There was no reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I then ran through her room to reach the computer room where the phone was, and long behold, there was Crystal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She was watching something on the computer with her headphones on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“CRYSTAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN HERE???”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I yelled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Uh, a while, I-”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“I JUST RAN AROUND PENNEKAMP AND GOT THE NEIGHTBORS WORRIED AND THE OFFICE AND I THOUGHT I WOULD HAVE TO CALL THE POLICE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;COME HERE,” I said, angry with her beyond belief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I picked up the phone and dialed mom’s number, and heard mom crying and close to screaming in fright, and let Crystal explain she had been at the house the whole time listening to Anime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As Crystal talked with mom, I went over to Emerson’s house to tell his sister never mind, I found Crystal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Emerson was just getting back from a bike ride when I saw him and told him what I said at the beginning of this entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I feel kid of sorry for him, he and his sister probably have no idea what’s wrong with me and think they need to call the asylum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After I came back I told my mom I was sorry I hadn’t spotted Crystal right away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then I cried because of the raw emotions of anger, relief, and confusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I climbed the tree and read Eldest for a while, then took my temperature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;101.2˚F.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’m all better today (97.7˚F) and will be lying in bed, as I should have been doing all week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;TTYL,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Brooke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423265806174107952-5238794206718830185?l=brookekubby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/feeds/5238794206718830185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday-fried-indeed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/5238794206718830185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/5238794206718830185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday-fried-indeed.html' title='Friday, fried indeed'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423265806174107952.post-2807919694595914108</id><published>2009-09-19T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T10:53:06.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEK THREE</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This week has been very trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I am now competing with this one guy named Eric Cohen, who annoys me so much you guys would laugh when you saw me fuming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He reads the same books that I do, and has read more than me on the reading log.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;MORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In English there is a prize for whoever reads the most pages on their reading log in that period, and Eric is my biggest threat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So I have formed a deal with him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;since it’s obvious that we’re pretty much evenly matched and one of us is going to win, then whichever of us loses this month gets to win next month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;All throughout the week I have slept pretty much only seven hours a night or less (I personally HAVE to sleep for ten), and I have also had a cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I pushed myself way too hard physically, because I rode my bike to school, which was about 3 miles of riding per day, and I did all of P.E., including Run Day (more than a mile of running, where you do loops around Pollywog Park).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Then on Friday I cracked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423265806174107952-2807919694595914108?l=brookekubby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/feeds/2807919694595914108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/09/week-three.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/2807919694595914108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/2807919694595914108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/09/week-three.html' title='WEEK THREE'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423265806174107952.post-8286607983324592035</id><published>2009-09-11T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T19:40:29.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEK TWO</title><content type='html'>this week I mistakingly led my English teacher to believe I am dumb pretty gal, I went to a lame New Kid Party for the food, I met a girl who was homeschooled and went to school one year before coming to MBMS named Trishia, I joined a snooty sneering carpool, wore a short skirt, and witnessed 1,400 middle school kids in complete silence.   "MOVITZ!" rule, they are a Swedish rap/hip-hop/jazz band.  I am also now in the habit of (GASP) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;checking&lt;/span&gt; my math homework, which has saved me from getting a problem wrong 3 times.  And in the chorus part of school, I am learning to read music (dont quiz me yet I will fail) and I have been placed in the SOPRANO GROUP!!! o.m.g. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tafntl8er,  (That's All For Now Till Later)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;B.K.K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423265806174107952-8286607983324592035?l=brookekubby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/feeds/8286607983324592035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/09/week-two.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/8286607983324592035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/8286607983324592035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/09/week-two.html' title='WEEK TWO'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423265806174107952.post-8365970216251210816</id><published>2009-09-09T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:11:57.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt; I occasionally ride to school with this one kid who lives down the street, I have lunch with a sixth grader named Denit, and I have met some aquaintances.  But I didn't make the friends I had in Laguna for several months each, so I'm not concerned.  I am so mad at myself for taking granted the P.E. program at Thurston.  Here, there are no showers in the locker rooms, each locker is the size of a shoe box, and they have mandatory swim P.E. where you must wear a one-piece bathing suit.  YICK.  Also, every Wednesday they have Runday, where n order to get in A you must run at least three loops around Pollywog Park in 20 minutes, with almost all of it being uphill.  And there's no Talent Show!  Every year I always regretted not going into the Talent Show in Laguna, and now I don't have a chance. The reading log is really specific about which books you can read, and you only have to read 300 pages in a month.  There is a competition between the periods for the top reader in each class, and I plan to W-I-N!   watev  :).But other than that, the school is OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423265806174107952-8365970216251210816?l=brookekubby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/feeds/8365970216251210816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/09/wednesday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/8365970216251210816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/8365970216251210816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/09/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423265806174107952.post-8773061530966515432</id><published>2009-09-04T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:22:22.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEK ONE</title><content type='html'>well im changing my day to Friday, not Sunday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;School started on Wednesday, and at this middle school, there are 500 seventh grades.   FIVE HUNDRED.  Based on that, I think there are about 1,400 students at the school.  The good thing about that is that I can be friends with whomever I want, because there are two many kids for popular groups.  The bad thing is that since there are so many kids, no one notices that you're new, so when they see you alone walking aimlessly around, they just assume you're lame and have no friends.  The classes are shorter, and I dont take "0" pd because all the slots were filled.  I ride my bike to and from school, which is about 3.4 miles total.  Since I started riding before school started, I've ridden about 20 miles total.  At Thurston, each  class was really fun and it was like you wer getting togather with friends.  but these classes are only 45 minutes, which I think is too short.  Already I look like a lame loser geek who has nothing better to do than read and hang out with 6th graders.  But I'm sure things will improve, in Mrs. Kaplan's class it took aout 4 months for me to make friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423265806174107952-8773061530966515432?l=brookekubby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/feeds/8773061530966515432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/09/week-one.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/8773061530966515432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/8773061530966515432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/09/week-one.html' title='WEEK ONE'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423265806174107952.post-8834949858124219726</id><published>2009-09-02T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T20:16:12.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY ONE</title><content type='html'>well with this blog I'm only going to write in it on Sunday Evenings, so just wait for the whole story on school&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423265806174107952-8834949858124219726?l=brookekubby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/feeds/8834949858124219726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/8834949858124219726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/8834949858124219726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-one.html' title='DAY ONE'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423265806174107952.post-66323285383632172</id><published>2009-08-04T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T14:37:14.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're a bit early!</title><content type='html'>Hello!  If your reading this, then know you're a bit early.  This blog will become a journal on September 2nd.  Until then, go to http://brooke628.blogspot.com/ to see my current summer blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3423265806174107952-66323285383632172?l=brookekubby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/feeds/66323285383632172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/08/youre-bit-early.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/66323285383632172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3423265806174107952/posts/default/66323285383632172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookekubby.blogspot.com/2009/08/youre-bit-early.html' title='You&apos;re a bit early!'/><author><name>Brooke Kubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052992077189425695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pyHCY2Bh7R0/TFDT3fhzBpI/AAAAAAAABEc/MwFl2g6QZs0/S220/IMG_0668.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
