<?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-9073463</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:36:36.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High on life</title><subtitle type='html'>I like polka dots</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Regan KnowLess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117021180730712251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073463.post-110590543269682798</id><published>2005-01-16T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T11:57:12.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Week</title><content type='html'>This week was LONG! All-city tryouts were this week and I made it! So did Brianna, Hilary, James, Nick, Jamie, Katie, Kristen and Taylor. So did a lot of other people from our school. David is an alternate. I hope someone quits. ;-) The music doesn't look too terribly hard (knock on wood). We have a rehersal sectional thing on Tuesday and I'm hoping I don't make too much of a fool of myself. That would be embarrassing. Al's birthday was on Friday! WOO! 16! She's the first one "able" to get her license and shell probably be the last one of us to actually get it. Ah, I love that girl!Anyway, I went to go see Les Miserables last night at McNary with Lauren and Ukiah. It was fun. Kind of confusing but I think that's what the storyline was in the program for. I went to breakfast club this morning but Joanna wasn't there so my dad came and picked me up and we went to the one coffee place that's going to take over the world. *sigh* Anyway, I better go practice and do some homework and actually be productive. Love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073463-110590543269682798?l=reganknowless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/feeds/110590543269682798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073463&amp;postID=110590543269682798' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110590543269682798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110590543269682798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/2005/01/long-week.html' title='Long Week'/><author><name>Regan KnowLess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117021180730712251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073463.post-110438215682346810</id><published>2004-12-29T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T20:49:16.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life sucks sometimes</title><content type='html'>My dad is going to go away for two months and he can't really tell us where he's going. He might be going to Iraq or some place like that or somewhere far away from the middle east. Who knows. I'm scared for him. He's also going to be gone for my birthday. I don't know why that makes me so sad but I guess it's because it's my sweet 16. I hate it when he's not at home. My mom and I had a really hard time when he was in Korea and that was only three weeks. I feel so bad for my mom when my dad's not here because she gets so lonely. Maybe this time I won't go out with friends very often. I really want to keep her company. NO ONE UNDERSTANDS! THIS SUCKS! All we can do though is pray but I'm wondering if that will be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073463-110438215682346810?l=reganknowless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/feeds/110438215682346810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073463&amp;postID=110438215682346810' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110438215682346810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110438215682346810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/2004/12/life-sucks-sometimes.html' title='Life sucks sometimes'/><author><name>Regan KnowLess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117021180730712251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073463.post-110411863138746053</id><published>2004-12-26T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T22:49:05.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting because I was told to</title><content type='html'>I was being pestered by a certain someone to post and so I am. I am up at my dad's house in Sherwood right now woth my little sister. I cam up on Sat (XMAS!) and just hung out. We went to Jenn's family's xmas party and it was fun. We bet my rail thin cousin that she couldn't eat this HUGE plate of food. Seriously, I bet it was bigger than her. Anyway, it took her an hour and a half but she did it so now I'm out 5 bucks along with like 7 other people. Xmas was great. I didn't get anything big because my new flute was my present but that's okay with me. I got some awesome DVD's like NAPOLEON DYNAMITE (I made my dad and Jenn watch it and I think they thought I was kind of wacko for thinking it's like THE BEST MOVIE EVER!), Spiderman 2, Ocean's 11, The 3 Amigos, and the Gilmore Girls 2 season. I am very excited. Maybe I should skip a day of school and watch them. I mean, I would never skip school. Hahahahahahahaha. I am excited for this next week because I think I am going to be hangin with some of my most favorite people ever! Like, my PIC and Emily and her posse and Becky and Brianna... Geeze. I am SUPER EXCITED as Mr. Hercher would say... Shoot, thinking about school, I have a TON of homework to do. Like, reading 15 chapters of Huck Finn which is ridiculous because it's such a boring book and then history which is never fun because of the stress factor (will he like it or think it's crap?). Anyway, I have eaten so much crap this weekend (but good crap) I think I am going to take a nap. Mmmmmm... naptime with Sid. Okay, well, I hope you all had a Merry Xmas and Happy 2005! If you guys want to get together email me! K- Kooky but fun, E- entertaining when she's not trying, L- laughing until it's physically impossible, L- lazing around watching movies, and E- for every thing she says on my site that makes me smile. Thanks for all the comments. I loven them and YOU! Merry Xmas all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073463-110411863138746053?l=reganknowless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/feeds/110411863138746053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073463&amp;postID=110411863138746053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110411863138746053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110411863138746053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/2004/12/posting-because-i-was-told-to.html' title='Posting because I was told to'/><author><name>Regan KnowLess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117021180730712251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073463.post-110375617318895263</id><published>2004-12-22T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T14:56:38.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Becky is here</title><content type='html'>My dear friend Becky is here at my house right now and so far we have watched Mona Lisa Smile and ate croissants and played with a balled up paper towel for like, half an hour. Now we're online and chatting with hot babes (all day). And now we're plotting to hook up some friends. Man, are we cool or what? I know we are. MY DAD IS COMING HOME TODAY! YAY! He was in Korea for three weeks. I can't wait to see him. But I know I'm getting Korean crap for xmas. Joy to the world. Well, I am going to go. Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I thought my computer was broken (which it is) but it likes Becky so it's in a good mood. See you all later. MERRY XMAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073463-110375617318895263?l=reganknowless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/feeds/110375617318895263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073463&amp;postID=110375617318895263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110375617318895263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110375617318895263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/2004/12/becky-is-here.html' title='Becky is here'/><author><name>Regan KnowLess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117021180730712251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073463.post-110307042936255620</id><published>2004-12-14T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T16:27:09.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good sick day</title><content type='html'>Today was a great day. I got sick as in the bad kind of sick in math. Ironically, we were taking a test. See how work effects my system? Anyway, so I went home and enjoyed the day. I watched Love Actually which is kind of a funny movie in an odd way. Then I snoozed and thought about what I should get everyone for Christmas. I am so bad. I have no idea about what anyone wants. I think I will just wrap myself in some wrapping paper for David (joking of course). That would be a funny site to see though. Aahaha. Mental image. Anyway, so I spent most of the day lounging around. I went to wind ensemble only because I had to. We have a retarded symphony concert tonight and I am really not prepared. It's a good thing I'm not playing the picc at this concert or else it would be very obvious that I have no idea what I'm doing. Buaha. Eh, oh well. Who's going to know? I get to wear my wind ensemble dress. I love it because it makes me look tall. Yay. I need all the help I can get. I am so glad that winter break is coming up. I need a break. School just sucks at the moment. Maybe it's because I never study... or the fact that I don't do most of my homework... or that all my teachers seem to be ganging up on me. Well, the first two would seem like it would make life easier but it doesn't because then I am stressed about how my mom is going to kill me when she gets my grades. Ah, life. Hate it sometimes but you can't live without it. Oh, man, am I funny! Especially when I take drugs for an illness that will most likely kill me. *sigh* Why don't these people just leave me be? All I want to do is sleep! I think I'm going to go do that right now actually. Ta ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073463-110307042936255620?l=reganknowless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/feeds/110307042936255620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073463&amp;postID=110307042936255620' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110307042936255620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110307042936255620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/2004/12/good-sick-day.html' title='Good sick day'/><author><name>Regan KnowLess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117021180730712251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073463.post-110283044874163963</id><published>2004-12-11T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T22:33:19.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stole this from my dear friend Lauren</title><content type='html'>Last beverage drank: 7 up. And I chugged it in like, a minute.&lt;br /&gt;Last food consumed: Some whipped cream.&lt;br /&gt;Last phone call: Trying to call my mother to find out where that party animal is.&lt;br /&gt;Last CD played: I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Last annoyance: OH MY GOSH! I HJAVE TOO MANY! AND THEY ALL HAVE TO DO WITH ONE GIRL!!!!! GAH!&lt;br /&gt;Last pop drank: refer to first question&lt;br /&gt;Last shirt worn: My camo flute section tee. It is so cool.&lt;br /&gt;I....&lt;br /&gt;I AM: a christian and one hot mama.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT: more food and more sleep and more time ot live my life.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE: a wonderful family.&lt;br /&gt;I WISH: I could help everyone and that there was no such thing as homework.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE: when I procrastinate. I also hate people who think they are too good for others.&lt;br /&gt;I FEAR: dying alone.&lt;br /&gt;I HEAR: everything around me.&lt;br /&gt;I SEARCH: for the love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I WONDER: why chicos drive me so crazy but make me love them even more.&lt;br /&gt;I REGRET: regretting things I have (or haven't) done&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE: My family, friends, my Dah-veed, my cats, my sister, and the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;I ALWAYS: blink&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT: what people want me to be&lt;br /&gt;I DANCE: to all kinds of music&lt;br /&gt;I SING: in the shower&lt;br /&gt;I CRY: when I think of my grandma&lt;br /&gt;YES or NO: YES&lt;br /&gt;YOU KEEP A DIARY: This is my diary but it doesn't really count because everyone in the world who has interent access can read it.&lt;br /&gt;YOU LIKE TO COOK: cookies and pizza.&lt;br /&gt;YOU HAVE A SECRET YOU HAVE NOT SHARED WITH ANYONE: Yes but most of the time I don't cause i have a big mouth.&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU...?&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A CRUSH:ed leg? No&lt;br /&gt;WANT TO GET MARRIED: Someday&lt;br /&gt;GET MOTION SICKNESS: Not as far as I know.&lt;br /&gt;THINK YOURE A HEALTH FREAK: hahahahah, ah, no. Not at all my friend.&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT HAIR COLOR: Light brown. I dislike it.&lt;br /&gt;EYE COLOR: brown&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITES&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER: lucky number 7&lt;br /&gt;COLOR: all of them.&lt;br /&gt;DAY: Friday. No, Saturday cause you can sleep in. NO! Sunday because it's the day we worship the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;MONTH: December because everyone is full of Christmas cheeriness.&lt;br /&gt;SONG(S): I hope you had the time of your life. GREATEST SONG EVER! "It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right. I hope you had the time of your life."&lt;br /&gt;SEASON: SPRING AND FALL! When things are blooming and dying. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;DRINK: Strawberry frapps from Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;BANDS/MUSIC: hm, um, CELINE DION! hahaha, no.&lt;br /&gt;PREFERENCES CUDDLE OR MAKE OUT: Well, I wouldn't know what it's like to make out so I will stick with cuddling.&lt;br /&gt;CHOCOLATE MILK, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: CHOCOLATE MILK! Hot chocolate makes you burn your tongue if it's too hot. Little stinker.&lt;br /&gt;MILK, DARK OR WHITE CHOCOLATE: Milk chocolate. Mmmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;VANILLA OR CHOCOLATE: Vanilla most of the time. I'm kind of a strawberry girl.&lt;br /&gt;IN THE LAST 24 HRS,&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU... CRIED? yes.&lt;br /&gt;HELPED SOMEONE? I hope I did&lt;br /&gt;BOUGHT SOMETHING? No but my mother borrowed my money dang it.&lt;br /&gt;GOTTEN SICK? No&lt;br /&gt;GONE TO THE MOVIES? Negative&lt;br /&gt;SAID 'i love you'?: Yes, quite a bit actually.&lt;br /&gt;WRITTEN A REAL LETTER: No, email though. What a lovely world of technology we live in&lt;br /&gt;TALKED TO AN EX?: No, but I smiled at him.&lt;br /&gt;MISSED AN EX?: negative, but I did after I broke up with him.&lt;br /&gt;WRITTEN IN A JOURNAL?: This blog.&lt;br /&gt;HAD A SERIOUS TALK?: Yes and I didn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;MISSED SOMEONE? All the people that are not with me right now.&lt;br /&gt;HUGGED SOMEONE? Why yes and I LOVED IT! I charish his hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073463-110283044874163963?l=reganknowless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/feeds/110283044874163963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073463&amp;postID=110283044874163963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110283044874163963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110283044874163963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/2004/12/stole-this-from-my-dear-friend-lauren.html' title='Stole this from my dear friend Lauren'/><author><name>Regan KnowLess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117021180730712251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073463.post-110238000045590031</id><published>2004-12-06T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T15:23:52.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Weekend</title><content type='html'>This was a great weekend. The best I've had in a long time. Going with the flutes to Brianna's for a sleepover was awesome. Then on Friday night I went to Lauren's house to "clean" and "decorate" but somehow we spent only 20 minutes doing that and the rest of the time talking to "Sir" online, dancing to Rasputin (or at least trying), laughing til it hurt, watching Strongbad emails and laughing even more, looking up song lyrics, talking about how confusing boys are... I love my PIC. We have so much fun. The next day was Snoball and we had a lot of fun. In the morning we met at Lauren's and then headed off to get the boys. We couldn't find Jackson and we went to the wrong house for James but all in all it went good. We were running late and making breakfast was hectic. Me and Hil were in charge of the Micky Mouse waffles and they were delicioso if I do say so myself. Then we ate and David showed up after he took the SAT's. Poor kid. Anyway, when we were all finished with breakfast we went to the park and goofed around. Me and Brianna had to leave early which stunk but that's what you pay for the price of beauty. We got ready and then it was off to Lauren's to drop some stuff off. Hil and Lauren looked to cute. After Lauren was ready we went to Annie's for pictures. Everyone looked so good. We took about a million pictures. My face was sore. It was like paparazzi. I think movie stars must have muscles in their cheeks to keep smiling for so long. Then it was off to the bowling alley. We had lots of fun. It was hilarious. Somehow the boys managed to break the lane they were in. Go figure. Never leave them alone for one second. Then we went to dinner at Red Robin. Mmmmmm... shakes... and burgers... and fries. After we were stuffed and were sick of seeing all the other snoball groups in their over rated dresses and hair do's (or hair don't's! hahahahaha!) we went back to Lauren's for a little movie watching and couch smooshing and poker playing and some other stuff. Then, all at once, everyone left and me and Brianna went to my house to sepnd the night. We were up kind of late. On Sunday I went to church and it was fun. We did crafts and sang and ate meatballs... MMMMMMMM! That was so good! I got to drive just about everywhere we went that day too so I was very content. I also saw Napolian Dynamite for the second time in the afternoon with my mom, Jojo and Shelli. It was hilarious. If you haven't seen that movie, stop what you're doing and go right now. Aw, man. It was just a crazy weekend that never seemed to end. Wow. Anyway, this is a big blog and it's taken me since the weekend to write it. Got to go on a top secret mission now for some food now! Mmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073463-110238000045590031?l=reganknowless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/feeds/110238000045590031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073463&amp;postID=110238000045590031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110238000045590031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110238000045590031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/2004/12/great-weekend.html' title='Great Weekend'/><author><name>Regan KnowLess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117021180730712251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073463.post-110211864336263961</id><published>2004-12-03T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T16:04:03.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun fun fun</title><content type='html'>Last night was the most fun I've had in a long time. A good way to start off the weekend. The wind ensemble flutes had a sleepover at Brianna's house. Oh man did we have fun. Whew. We watched Shrek 2 which was incredibly funyn and then after that we ran around eating pizza and nachos. Replaying the Midievel Idol or whatever it was called and trying to find the best one. After that Taylor went home and left us chickies to ourselves. We told fortunes and found out Jamie and hairy bum would make a good couple. Marshall and I would be a matchmade in heaven I guess which makes me sick. Then we got ready for bed and talked and listened to Molly snore. SO CUTE! In the morning Brianna made us breakfast in bed (or tried) and it was SO GOOD! Then we watched a little Harry Potter. Brianna had to go to swim so we stopped and went home. I miss them now. Lauren and I might get together tonight and have a Pixar party when we are really supposed to be cleaning for snoball tomorrow. Hahaha. Sneaky. Tomorrow is snoball and I am excited. It's going to be a crazy day. Next year I am definetly going in a smaller group. I know who I want to go with already. Anyway, it should work out and be fine. I know we're going to have fun and that's why I'm so excited. Anyway, this greasball is off to take a shower. Later gater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073463-110211864336263961?l=reganknowless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/feeds/110211864336263961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073463&amp;postID=110211864336263961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110211864336263961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110211864336263961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/2004/12/fun-fun-fun.html' title='Fun fun fun'/><author><name>Regan KnowLess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117021180730712251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073463.post-110170865702535643</id><published>2004-11-28T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T22:10:57.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Weekend</title><content type='html'>How come it seems like the weekend flew by when we had 4 days off? I don't know but it could have been longer. I swear, I am becoming paranoid. On Saturday I went up to Portland to spend the night with my sister. She's so cute. Aw. I loven her. She slept with me a little but she was kind of fussy the whole weekend. I went to my youth group's Girl's Craft Day at my youth pastor Jo(anna)'s house. She's pretty funny. We worked on knitting for the most part. I'm not so hot. I had to destroy this one scarf I was working on completely because it was so messed up. Haha. Oh well. I started over and am much better the second time around. I really need to start working out. Some people can sit around and do nothing and still be healthy. Not I. I need my exercise. No one seems to want to exercise with me though. *sniff* Ah well. Tomorrow is a B day and I am so happy. I am happiest on B days and what better way to start off a short week? I think tomorrow I will just grab David and give him a big hug for no big reason. I like hugs. They make me feel loved. I probably should be doing my homework right now but guess what? I'm too lazy. So I'm not going to. Haha. Ah, english tomorrow, then peer mentoring. After that is chem and then band. The perfect day. *sigh* Life is a gift that I am not planning on wasting. And on that note, I need to brush my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073463-110170865702535643?l=reganknowless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/feeds/110170865702535643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073463&amp;postID=110170865702535643' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110170865702535643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110170865702535643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/2004/11/short-weekend.html' title='Short Weekend'/><author><name>Regan KnowLess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117021180730712251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073463.post-110152506256120296</id><published>2004-11-26T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T19:11:02.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Day</title><content type='html'>Today was a boring day. I slept in till 10 which was awesome but then I moseyed around the house for the rest of the day. I didn't do anything except work a little bit on my room and watch TV. When my mom came home we got into an argument which just made me more mad about the argument I had with my dad last night. I hat arguing. Around 4, I went to National Treasure with the Goeke family. They make me laugh so much. I was kind of wondering if something was wrong though because David didn't really seem to want to talk to me or anything. Maybe I'm just making things up in my head but that's what it seemed like. We didn't hold hands or anything. I don't know. I just blow things out of proportion. But the only things he said to me were one word sentences. Doesn't that seem a bit odd coming from a guy who can't seem to keep his mouth shut all the time? I hope nothing is wrong because even though no one else seems to like David, I like him a lot. When they dropped me off and his mom asked me if I wanted to go to their house for dinner I sounded like an ungrateful idiot by saying no really fast. I didn't even consider saying yes. My gosh, Megan. *sigh* I wish I was someone else sometimes. My life can seem like it really sucks. But that makes me sound ungrateful which I'm not because I am so lucky and fortunate. GAH. Well, it just stinks sometimes. Anyway, now I am stuck home alone with nothing to eat. Seriously nothing. All we have are crackers and some Chai Eggnog. Mmmmm, dinner. Anyway, I had better be doing my homework because I'm going to be gone to Portland this weekend to see my sister. YAY. She's just about the only thing I look forward to when we have school off because she actually acts like she's glad to see me. Anyway, I hope your weekend has been a lot better than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073463-110152506256120296?l=reganknowless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/feeds/110152506256120296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073463&amp;postID=110152506256120296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110152506256120296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110152506256120296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/2004/11/boring-day.html' title='Boring Day'/><author><name>Regan KnowLess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117021180730712251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073463.post-110141105651648949</id><published>2004-11-25T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T18:17:29.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Eating</title><content type='html'>Today is a very good holiday. We get school off to eat and gain weight with our lovely families. In a few hours I'm going to go over to my grandma's and then the fam is going out to see the Polar Express with David. I hope they behave. Haha. Yesterday was a good day. In the morning was english which kind of stunk because I was all alone because Jordan left me and so did Emily. *sniff* But when I went to go use the bathroom I saw Hilary and Annie in the hall. So after Annie went back to class me and Hil roamed the halls. So rebellious. Then I was off to peer mentoring. We're going to write into Oprah and if she accepts our letters we're all going to fly back for the show. My mom is going mental. She thinks it's the coolest thing ever. Haha. Anyway, after we were done talking about the Oprah dealio, me and Elise stayed and finished our chem homework which was due like 3 weeks ago. Then we loafed around on the couches until our leaders told us to go to class. So we went to our peer mentoring classes. I have symphonic band. I gave the flute section a sectional. I was so incredibly nervous. No one wanted to listen to me except for Marilyn. I love her. Anyway, all the other girls were like, "Psh, we're not going to do what you say" and yada yada. It wasn't too bad. I was just nervous because they're going to be voting for me for section leader and so I wanted to make a good impression on them as a leader. We'll see. I already know the freshman want me to be section leader which is nice. They're so cute. I love them all. So, I am very stressed about that. I am so excited for my grandma's food. It's always so good. She makes the best stuffing on the face of the earth. OH MAN! Anyway, I better be off. I'm going to go to David's house for dessert later too so I need to work on not eating. Haha. HAPPY THANKSGIVING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073463-110141105651648949?l=reganknowless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/feeds/110141105651648949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073463&amp;postID=110141105651648949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110141105651648949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110141105651648949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/2004/11/happy-eating.html' title='Happy Eating'/><author><name>Regan KnowLess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117021180730712251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073463.post-110127117128051274</id><published>2004-11-23T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T20:39:31.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's almost turkey time!</title><content type='html'>Yes everyone, it is almost the day you have been waiting for. Exciting I know. I cannot wait to go to someone else's house and pig out. It is the best holiday ever. Where you just EAT. It's based around EATING. That is my kind of holiday, esecially since we get school of to EAT. Anyway, school has been fine. I was "sick" this morning for math and the math test. Shucks. David came over while I was taking a shower so I didn't see him in the morning. *sniff* Haha. It was fine. After school I hung out with the lovely Lauren. The only person I know who tracks her half birthday. ALMOST 16!!! AH! I am going to have a life when I can drive. It's going to be the best thing when I get my license. *sigh* Snoball is a big mess. I don't know what's going on. All I know is that it's causing chaos. I kind of wish we were going to Jordan's house now because we could do anything out in Jefferson. We could be as loud as we wanted and we could run around on the streets. Especially if we played something like tag but cooler. Anyway, it'll be fine. I hope. I love her house. Anyway, I wish I was doing swimming. I am so out of shape. I need to go running. Gah. I hate running. I AM SO MAD! Gilmore Girls was supposed to be on tonight but instead it's some lame show about this american girl Samantha. GEEZE! Frustration. Mrs. Boderman is going to put me in her music acadamy! I am so excited! I guess she just puts in a few students. It'll look really good for college hopefully and I hope it'll improve my skills.  She also said I was a very good teacher. I hope that was a good sign for section leader or drum major. I want one of them so bad! I am really nervous. Anyway, I better be off to bed. I need as much sleep as I can get. Until tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073463-110127117128051274?l=reganknowless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/feeds/110127117128051274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073463&amp;postID=110127117128051274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110127117128051274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110127117128051274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/2004/11/its-almost-turkey-time.html' title='It&apos;s almost turkey time!'/><author><name>Regan KnowLess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117021180730712251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073463.post-110109225904994701</id><published>2004-11-21T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T18:57:39.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidney all day</title><content type='html'>I woke up early this morning so I could have my mom drive me up to Portland. I went up there to take pictures with Sidney this morning. She is so cute. I looked like crapola in all the pictures but eh. Who cares? Then we went out to lunch at this really good restaurant. MMMMMMMMMMM! Oh, man, I am hungry just thinking about it's loveliness. After that we went to La-Z-Boy to look for a couch and while Jenn was shoppin' around, me and Toby hit the comfiest couch and people watched. Ah, that is the life. After that we went home and it was time for some napping with Sid. She slept on my chest again... and then she pooped. So cute. After that it was off to the Woodburn outlets and now I am home. *sigh* Such a big day. Not really but then why does it feel like it? Well, I believe I have homework but I don't really want to do it but I think I must. *sigh* At least Thursday is Thanksgiving. Knowing that living through the week with the reward of food will make it all worth it in the end. Thinking of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073463-110109225904994701?l=reganknowless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/feeds/110109225904994701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073463&amp;postID=110109225904994701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110109225904994701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110109225904994701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/2004/11/sidney-all-day.html' title='Sidney all day'/><author><name>Regan KnowLess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117021180730712251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073463.post-110101641009441056</id><published>2004-11-20T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T21:53:30.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Incredibles</title><content type='html'>I just saw one of the funniest movies I have seen in a long time. Oh man. If you have not seen the Incredibles stop whatever you are doing right now and GO! It was a riot. Becky and I went to go see it together. Oh, we laughed so hard. It probably wasn't AS funny as we thought it was at the time but it made us laugh. Just to let you know, the baby is the coolest super hero ever. Becky and I want him to be our little brother. Haha. The evil man reminded us of the evil witch in the Wzard of Oz because he said he'd be back for the baby and we just thought it was kind of like Toto. Ah, nevermind. Anyway, I had a lot of fun. After the movie Becky and I went back to her house which is the coolest place in the world and jumped on her trampoline and talked about the good old days. Then we realized that it was like 2 degrees outside so we ran in and had some soup and looked at all of her things from N.Y.C. It's so cool. She has playbooks from all of these Broadway shows and lots of other things. It was fun. Anyway, all in all I had a great time. Tomorrow I am off to Portland to take pictures with Sid. I'm not going to do SVC. It's a long and complicated story. Anyway, I am off to bed. I am still really tired from Impact II. My abs hurt from doing the wheelborrow. How sad. *sigh* Have a great night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073463-110101641009441056?l=reganknowless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/feeds/110101641009441056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073463&amp;postID=110101641009441056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110101641009441056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110101641009441056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/2004/11/incredibles.html' title='The Incredibles'/><author><name>Regan KnowLess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117021180730712251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073463.post-110098949398518973</id><published>2004-11-20T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T14:24:53.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All nighter</title><content type='html'>I just got back from Peer Mentoring (Impact II). We stayed up really late and ate crap food and now I feel sick. I am going to go take a VERY long nap after I post. It's crazy how tired I've been lately. It's like my whole entire world revolves around sleep and school. That's sad. Well, Friday was an okay day. Nothing spectacular went on. The Red Cross came to our school and lots of people donated blood. I can't because I'm not old enough but next year I will try at least. You save 3 lives! How cool is that? On Wednesday I think Mrs. Boderman is going to have me give McKenzie and possibly Nicole lessons on the piccolo. I dislike McKenzie but hopefully I will begin to like her after these lessons. You never know. I am going to be in symphony on the piccolo. Hopefully colleges will be impressed. I need all the help I can get. Today, me and Becky are going to go see the Incredibles. It should be awesome. I heard it's really funny and cute. Then, I believe I am off to Portland to get some professional pictures taken with Sid. Well, I am off to take my very long and well earned nap. Zzzzzzzzzz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073463-110098949398518973?l=reganknowless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/feeds/110098949398518973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073463&amp;postID=110098949398518973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110098949398518973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110098949398518973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/2004/11/all-nighter.html' title='All nighter'/><author><name>Regan KnowLess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117021180730712251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073463.post-110066139652647362</id><published>2004-11-16T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T21:52:58.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I love</title><content type='html'>I love the rain&lt;br /&gt;I love watching the stars with loved ones&lt;br /&gt;I love doing nothing&lt;br /&gt;I love talking about nothing but in the end learn you talked about everything&lt;br /&gt;I love crazy substitutes who wear funny boots&lt;br /&gt;I love not wanting to get up when you first wake up&lt;br /&gt;I love praising the Lord&lt;br /&gt;I love crazy boys that hug me every other second&lt;br /&gt;I love living in the moment&lt;br /&gt;I love talking about plans to take over the school with my lovely friends&lt;br /&gt;I love sitting on the couch with a blanket looking at the view&lt;br /&gt;I love driving down the street and seeing christmas lights everywhere&lt;br /&gt;I love running around in the rain&lt;br /&gt;I love missing people after a few minutes&lt;br /&gt;I love laughing about nothing&lt;br /&gt;I love wearing that old pair of jeans that you should throw away but you don't because you can't bear to part with how they fit&lt;br /&gt;I love laughing so much it hurts&lt;br /&gt;I love laughing for no reason at all&lt;br /&gt;I love eating hot pocketsfor a nutricious meal&lt;br /&gt;I love the people that put up with my complaints&lt;br /&gt;I love my crazed family&lt;br /&gt;I love the people that will tell you what they really think instead of lying to make you "happy"&lt;br /&gt;I love planning my day around a TV show&lt;br /&gt;I love everyone who has ever supported me&lt;br /&gt;I love making fun of my mother and her making fun of me back&lt;br /&gt;I love cuddling up in a big blanket and drinking hot chocolate&lt;br /&gt;I love knowing people love me for me and not who they want me to be&lt;br /&gt;I love taking naps&lt;br /&gt;I love running around in the mud&lt;br /&gt;I love spazzing out for no reason at all&lt;br /&gt;I love making people happy&lt;br /&gt;I love little kids&lt;br /&gt;I love my family&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends&lt;br /&gt;I love life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073463-110066139652647362?l=reganknowless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/feeds/110066139652647362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073463&amp;postID=110066139652647362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110066139652647362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110066139652647362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/2004/11/things-i-love.html' title='Things I love'/><author><name>Regan KnowLess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117021180730712251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073463.post-110064910396283003</id><published>2004-11-16T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T18:42:18.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A days</title><content type='html'>I hate A days. They make me very depressed. I have all of my worst classes on A days. Today I woke up at 7 and I still needed to take a shower and finish my history quiz. I was so stressed and then my mom started to say she wouldn't write me a note to get me into class. I was so mad at her. So, I ran to math and I forgot that I didn't do any of my take home test so I was luckily able to do it really fast during class. If I do really bad, she'll let me retake it so that's good. Then, I remembered my ASL midterm was today so I ran around trying to memorize all of that. When I failed that test, me and McKenzie ran home during passing time to get my history book and some corissants. Mmmmm, delicious. But then we realized we only had like 45 seconds left and so we sprinted to class. We had the best sub in history. His name was Mr. Stortz or something like that. He was hilarious. Trying to mute me and Maddie with the remote contorl. Oh, funny man. Then, I came home for lunch and hung with Jordan. I didn't hear the bell to signal the end of passing time so I just went over when the bell sounded for the start of the period (which I thought was the first bell. Does that make sense?). Then, halfway down the hall, I realized the teachers were teaching and I realized I was late to class so I ran to wind ensemble but I wasn't too worried because it's band and Mrs. Boderman doesn't usually care anyway. Well, with my luck I was late on the day we started on time and she questioned why I was late and where was my note and yadayada right in front of the whole band. I was so embarrassed. I felt like such a goofball. So, all around it has just been stressful today. *sigh* But now I am home and not doing anything and it feels nice. On Sunday I went to David's house and ate dinner with his family. They are a very funny group of people. I like them a lot. After dinner we went and hung out in his basement which is the coolest thing ever. I think we should do the smae thing with ours. We watched a weird movie about some wacko baseball players and Back to the Future II. Ah, it was fun. Someone smeared frosting on his car. We found it when he went ot go take me home. I think I might know who it is. Yesterday I got to miss school for peer mentoring. The middle schoolers were annoying for the most part but they had their moments. They aren't too bad. Mom's birthday was yesterday also so I took her to Starbuck's yesterday morning before peer mentoring and then in the evening we went to dinner at this really good Italian restaurant in Keizer. After we finished dinner we went to my grandma's house where EVERYONE showed up. It was a zoo. I loved it. I want to have a lot of kids when I get older so my house is always full of people. It can be my love shack. Hahahaha. Well, now I better get started on my homework. Life is so hard. Haha. Until next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073463-110064910396283003?l=reganknowless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/feeds/110064910396283003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073463&amp;postID=110064910396283003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110064910396283003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110064910396283003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/2004/11/days.html' title='A days'/><author><name>Regan KnowLess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117021180730712251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073463.post-110045567002986826</id><published>2004-11-14T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T18:41:47.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is tough when you haven't slept</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I woke up way earlier than I should have this morning. My dad is off to Virginia until Friday so he had to go catch his flight this morning. My mom woke me up at 5:30 to go with them to the airport. I slept all the way up but woke up when he left. We went to Krispy Kreme which made the trip seem worth while and on the way home my mom and I belted it out to songs on the radio. Especially if they were from the 80's. It was much fun. Then, I came home and lied about how much homework I had. I HAVE TOMORROW OFF OF SCHOOL! Yes. I am going to go do a peer mentoring training for some middle schoolers with my class and we get the whole day off. Woohoo. That means I am able to procrastinate my history quiz which I probably should have started already. Oh, well. Tomorrow is also my mom's birthday so I need to run downtown and get her a gift certificate to a spa. Maybe David will drive me. Or maybe I can steal the car and go by myself. Mmmmmm, not such a hot idea. I'll just ask Dah-veed. *sigh* I am worried about what I am going to do with my life. I am just ridiculous sometimes. Have a nice sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073463-110045567002986826?l=reganknowless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/feeds/110045567002986826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073463&amp;postID=110045567002986826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110045567002986826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110045567002986826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/2004/11/life-is-tough-when-you-havent-slept.html' title='Life is tough when you haven&apos;t slept'/><author><name>Regan KnowLess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117021180730712251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073463.post-110041609782365236</id><published>2004-11-13T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T18:41:05.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lutefisk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I feel as though I have just eaten a small country and now all the people living in that country are retaliating and poking at my stomach. Not such a good feeling. Anyway, today I went to the UO game and we lost. Shoot. The last home game of the season. Next week is the civil war. I hope we win. Then, after the game, we ran home and changed for Lutefisk. I hate lutefisk but the meatballs were excellente. Mmmmm. I met David's dad and he's a riot. Ah, I can't wait until tomorrow. What will life bring me next? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073463-110041609782365236?l=reganknowless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/feeds/110041609782365236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073463&amp;postID=110041609782365236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110041609782365236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110041609782365236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/2004/11/lutefisk.html' title='Lutefisk'/><author><name>Regan KnowLess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117021180730712251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073463.post-110032757985122956</id><published>2004-11-12T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T18:40:16.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely day off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I spent my day off with my cute little sister. She slept on my chest from 10:30 to 4:00 and that was only because Jenn came to feed her. We had some good quality bonding time. Now I know why parents refuse to let you grow up too fast. I can't wait to go up again next weekend. It was very hard to get up and go to school today. A days are my worst days. I have math which is always a disaster, especially today because all the smart people in my class decided to gang up on me and make me feel dumb. Then I have ASL which is an awesome class but I never study so it's very stressful. After that I have history and let's not even go there. At least my last class everyday is band. That just kind of eases all the tension out of my mind because when I play, I am happy because I know it's the one thing I'm good at. Mrs. Boderman always tells us that music is a foreign language and that we're the interpreters. I don't know what I'd do without band. That was probably the biggest band geek comment ever but who gives a rip? It's true. Snoball is a disatster from what I hear. The people I'm hearing it from aren't the most reliable sources though. Oh, well, I know I'm not too worried about it. I don't care what we do but it's VERY important to some others in the group. What happens happens. I know we'll have a good time. No matter what we do. Even if we sit around on the kitchen floor eating beans out of a can. Hahahah. Mental image. Geeze, well, I am tired and I think I ate a little too much tonight at dinner so I am going to go eat some more probably. Hahhahaha. Ah, goodnight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073463-110032757985122956?l=reganknowless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/feeds/110032757985122956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073463&amp;postID=110032757985122956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110032757985122956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110032757985122956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/2004/11/lovely-day-off.html' title='Lovely day off'/><author><name>Regan KnowLess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117021180730712251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073463.post-110015755085510339</id><published>2004-11-10T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T18:39:06.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My daily dose of Sidney</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love my sister. She is the cutest. I love holding her. I just love her all around. She is sleeping on me right now. She was fussy earlier but I got her to settle down and go to sleep and she's been here ever since. I don't mind one bit. We had our concert today. I did fine. Nothing special. All the middle school kids were in awe of us. I don't think I will ever be able to teach middle school. Just high school where people are STARTING to mature. I have been thinking more and more of becoming a music teacher. I think it would be something that I would be good at and enjoy. Maybe I can job shadow Mr. Pham. Hahaha. The thought of it makes me giggle. Well, I think I am going to put this kiddo to bed and then go to bed myself. Night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073463-110015755085510339?l=reganknowless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/feeds/110015755085510339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073463&amp;postID=110015755085510339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110015755085510339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110015755085510339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-daily-dose-of-sidney.html' title='My daily dose of Sidney'/><author><name>Regan KnowLess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117021180730712251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073463.post-110006459259125053</id><published>2004-11-09T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T18:38:12.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for Thursday</title><content type='html'>I cannot wait for Thursday. We have Thursday off of school and I just can't wait to get away from people. I hate it when someone criticizes a person without getting to know them first. It happens all the time and it's driving me crazy. People drive me crazy in general. I wish I could just stay on an island with the people I love and just stay away from the rest of the world sometimes. That would be perfect. I am not going to do swim team. Even though it would get me in very good shape. I am doing SVC instead for sure. Jordan can't do it because it costs too much money and it's too bad because she's good. Oh, well. I am very worried about my grades right now. I have 5 or 6 A's and then two C's but I haven't even taken the finals for my classes yet. Halo 2 came out today. What is the obsession with it? I don't understand. It's just chasing a bunch of ugly aliens around trying to blow their heads off but David loves it. We went to Dustin's house today so he and Dan could play. It was fun because we talked and stuff but it is just a weird game all around. Whatever. Boys are crazy and I love them. Tomorrow we have a concert for wind ensemble and it's the first concert I will be playing the piccolo at. I am very nervous because if I mess up and totally bomb it, everyone will know because I am the loudest and probably most annoying instrument in the band. I am nervous!!!! But, on the bright side, I get to wear my wind ensemble dress. It makes me look taller which is a plus. Hey hey! I've grown! I am no ALMOST 5'5". Almost. Like, 5'4 3/4". Let's just hope it doesn't stop there! Well, I think I have procrastinated my homework long enough. I have a 60 point project due tomorrow in chem and I know I am going to get an F so why try? Well, adios for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073463-110006459259125053?l=reganknowless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/feeds/110006459259125053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073463&amp;postID=110006459259125053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110006459259125053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/110006459259125053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/2004/11/waiting-for-thursday.html' title='Waiting for Thursday'/><author><name>Regan KnowLess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117021180730712251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9073463.post-109995810565400860</id><published>2004-11-08T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T20:43:01.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>High on life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I am high on life. I just love it. I think it might be because of a mister Dah-veed Goeke. I love him and after what seemed like a million years we are finally 'dating'. Woo. Today was the swim team's first meeting. I didn't go but I wanted to. I am going to do SVC instead. Probably because volleyball is the only sport I am semi-good at. I want to do swimming though because it would be so much fun!!! All my friends are doing it and I know it'd get me in shape for softball. Geeze. Oh well. Life goes on. I am so happy for Brianna. She and a guy from west (name is being withheld) are getting pretty friendly. I know he likes her. I know it. I have a sixth sense about these things. And plus, I was right before. I am so nervous for Wednesday. Wind ensemble has a concert and I am playing the piccolo so it is going to be so obvious if I make a mistake. I am SOOO nervous. Gah. After the concert, I am going to my dad's house in Portland and I am going to be able to see Sidney! I am so excited. She is the cutest baby ever. I can't wait until she's older but then again, I wish she'd stay small forever. I am already starting to worry about being drum major or section leader. I don't think I'll make either position and I will be stuck as section manager which wouldn't be terrible but still. Who knows? A lot can happen in a year. I am off to go take a nap or something useless like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9073463-109995810565400860?l=reganknowless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/feeds/109995810565400860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9073463&amp;postID=109995810565400860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/109995810565400860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9073463/posts/default/109995810565400860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reganknowless.blogspot.com/2004/11/high-on-life.html' title='High on life'/><author><name>Regan KnowLess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117021180730712251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
