<?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-7910845341038581980</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:10:15.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Being Hallie</title><subtitle type='html'>A day in the life of Hallie. Day-to-day, detailed experience right from my life. ♥♥</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910845341038581980.post-264836222953290805</id><published>2008-09-25T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T20:01:45.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bareback &amp; Vaulting</title><content type='html'>Whoa. This new layout is preeeeeeetty sick.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't talk much;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I can tell you that I am now starting bareback jumping and vaulting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So &lt;/span&gt;much fun, except for the falling off parts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;♥ Hallie&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/7910845341038581980-264836222953290805?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/264836222953290805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=264836222953290805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/264836222953290805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/264836222953290805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/09/bareback-vaulting.html' title='Bareback &amp; Vaulting'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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-7910845341038581980.post-2849544417065158152</id><published>2008-08-15T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:20:23.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fifty Posts and Leasable Horses</title><content type='html'>50 posts!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks, readers, for keeping this blog going. Your constant support and comments really make my day. Okay, month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry I haven't been posting; summer assignments have been weighing me down. So had GF work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bratty campers are still flowing in at a constant rate, yes, but I've grown to love them. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[I'll admit.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;completely &lt;/span&gt;gotten over the whole b&amp;amp;w thing, don't ask how I got over it so fast, and I've moved on to better things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three things I'm planning on doing this school year:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) Get a puppy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) Lease Cody, after many times of vaulting and riding bareback up in the trails with him, I'm pretty sure I want to lease him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) Keep my GF job by staying out of the B- and C range. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stressful? You bet. But I'm goal oriented, and don't stop until that goal is complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;☺&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks again readers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;- Hallie ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7910845341038581980-2849544417065158152?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/2849544417065158152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=2849544417065158152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/2849544417065158152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/2849544417065158152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/08/fifty-posts-and-leasable-horses.html' title='Fifty Posts and Leasable Horses'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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-7910845341038581980.post-936212817917297996</id><published>2008-07-16T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:44:13.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whoa there.</title><content type='html'>I haven't written in a while, huh?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swim season is almost over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am in my second month of GF training.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finally &lt;/span&gt;got my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; GF shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hm.... my bed is now moved out of my room because it gets &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;waaaayyy &lt;/span&gt;too hot in there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at night. And I cant open my window. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since my brother had the other 1/2 of my bunk, I now sleep in his room. Ha, he now says he's 'lonely' if im not in the room with him at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. What's been happening with you guys?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And OMJ, what happened to Wonder Boy? I almost forgot about him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talk to ya all later,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;♥ Hallie&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/7910845341038581980-936212817917297996?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/936212817917297996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=936212817917297996' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/936212817917297996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/936212817917297996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/07/whoa-there.html' title='whoa there.'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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-7910845341038581980.post-6433983074565488440</id><published>2008-06-22T18:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T19:05:19.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clouds Are Parting</title><content type='html'>Yes, they are.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B got his phone reset for Reno, so we texted today. He misses me and I miss him, but other than that, nothing much has happened at his new place! He says he's really bored, though, cause he hasn't met anybody. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Garrod work started, and the first day was SO fun. Mucking stalls, cleaning the jail, catching ponies, pulling horses, bridling/unbridling, saddling/unsaddling, grooming, releasing, EVERYTHING. It's all fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got boot sores on the backs of my ankles, but I don't really feel the pain :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work again tomorrow, at 11:00-7:00. Im taking a ride afterwards, so that will last to about 8. Good thing is, nobody comes at 8, so the arena is FREE to ride in! [yay]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The worst thing about GF work: the campers. They're these 7-9 year old kids that think they are horse experts because their parents signed a few papers and fessed up 800$. Andrea, Felina and I were helping them to teach them grooming, and when Feling mentioned that this little girl was hoofpicking wrong [hello, she was hitting the frog!!], the little girl goes "Uh, no. I KNOW what Im doing."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha. You should've seen the look on her face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But.. its not worth getting mad at a little kid. Because you'll just get made fun of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait til B &amp;amp; W visit, and can't wait for tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;- Hallie ♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7910845341038581980-6433983074565488440?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/6433983074565488440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=6433983074565488440' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/6433983074565488440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/6433983074565488440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/06/clouds-are-parting.html' title='Clouds Are Parting'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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-7910845341038581980.post-25847387140948890</id><published>2008-06-13T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T12:30:29.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Chapter Of My Life</title><content type='html'>The title says it all. Im starting over. Nothing more to lose!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lost my next-door neighbors, but in a way, it made it all seem more clear. I didn't have to be self-conscious anymore. And I didn't have to impress anyone 24/7. I can finally go outside in my PJ's again! :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I am still a bit depressed. Even after some good news, like starting Garrod Farms work, the littlest bad thoughts set me off. I think &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"yay! garrod farms is going to be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so fun &lt;/span&gt;on monday!",  then I think &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crap. &lt;/span&gt;b &amp;amp; w are gone." It's like a giant roller coaster of emotions. Up and down. No wonder I hate actual roller coasters! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm... what else is new...? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ordered a new American Eagle polo online!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a turquoise one :] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still shipping, but I figured it'd be perfect for English riding lessons and clinics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If anybody sees any Wellington boots (Wellies, as most people call them) under 60 bucks, LET ME KNOW! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you all, readers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-Hallie ♥&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/7910845341038581980-25847387140948890?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/25847387140948890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=25847387140948890' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/25847387140948890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/25847387140948890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-chapter-of-my-life.html' title='A New Chapter Of My Life'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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-7910845341038581980.post-2607905922756035998</id><published>2008-06-03T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T17:51:11.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneaky, sneaky.</title><content type='html'>Hey readers- sorry about the wait.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, still grounded. (Dosn't that suck?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry if I lost you guys for a while there, but from what looks like it, my reader's blogs stopped too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So; new video on YouTube. And about the wild horses clips, isn't that sad that I can't find any?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its another dressage one, to the song "Hands On Me" by Vanessa Carlton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for staying updated, and keep checking for new posts! Sometimes, I post from my Wii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(sneaky, sneaky)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;-Hallie ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7910845341038581980-2607905922756035998?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/2607905922756035998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=2607905922756035998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/2607905922756035998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/2607905922756035998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/06/sneaky-sneaky.html' title='Sneaky, sneaky.'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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-7910845341038581980.post-9037703843169738250</id><published>2008-04-26T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T16:18:03.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time Gone</title><content type='html'>Hey readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you out there?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been grounded, as you know, but my grades have taken a dramatic climb, so iv'e got my computer back. Sort of; my grade in espanol is still iffy. (Dad wants a print-out. God forbid it's a C++....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iv'e made another YouTube movie, but it's really hard to find clips of &lt;strong&gt;wild &lt;/strong&gt;horses, so I did dressage. Lots of people have no idea what it is/looks like, so I made it. Check it out;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FW1UZYjBRaA"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FW1UZYjBRaA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scavenging the WWW for clips of wild horses (there aren't much left), so when the vid starts moving, ill let you guys know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-Hallie ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910845341038581980-9037703843169738250?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/9037703843169738250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=9037703843169738250' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/9037703843169738250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/9037703843169738250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/04/long-time-gone.html' title='Long Time Gone'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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-7910845341038581980.post-3155349937706333044</id><published>2008-04-11T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T10:09:32.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update again...</title><content type='html'>Yes, unfortunately, I'm still grounded.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heres what's been going on in the last few weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Swim Meet-&lt;/span&gt; swam four events and placed first in the heat in 2 of them. So happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trainee Program- &lt;/span&gt;officially signed up for the Trainee Program at Garrod Farms, where you help out with barn chores in turn for free riding time. Pretty good deal for me and them at the same time, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Summer Camp- &lt;/span&gt;Mom signed me up for a camp at Garrod Farms, and we didn't think I would get into the English camp, since I've only been on the Advanced trails and the one set of lessons. Instead, they would put me into a Western A (first camp) or Western B (second camp). Once the people mastered both camps, they got to move on to English. But, Nicole told the camp people off and told them to put me in the English camp [[love her!]]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for listening, and thanks for the comment on my YouTube video. The wild horses video is coming up soon, thanks for the request. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gracias y adios,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;-Hallie ♥&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/7910845341038581980-3155349937706333044?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/3155349937706333044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=3155349937706333044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/3155349937706333044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/3155349937706333044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/04/update-again.html' title='Update again...'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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-7910845341038581980.post-694181980054583171</id><published>2008-03-28T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T20:51:43.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Semi-grounded...</title><content type='html'>Sorry people-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im grounded and Im sposed to be "watching a movie" on here but I couldn't leave you guys&lt;br /&gt;hanging. Im grounded (ish; a friend is here) and I wont be able to post for a week or 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ttyl and sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-Hallie ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910845341038581980-694181980054583171?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/694181980054583171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=694181980054583171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/694181980054583171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/694181980054583171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/03/semi-grounded.html' title='Semi-grounded...'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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-7910845341038581980.post-1673695306192156889</id><published>2008-03-22T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T11:00:54.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah!</title><content type='html'>Good job guys! I love ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted some re-assurement (word?) on wether or not people are&lt;br /&gt;reading my blog. You are, and I am HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So; since you guys liked the vid so much, Ill make another one.&lt;br /&gt;Help me out with topics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking something along the lines of dressage, vaulting, jumping, or maybe wild horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment if you have any ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from my riding lesson. It was awesome! We cantered in pairs while everybody was walking around the circle, and the teacher said that I did it perfectly &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually bounce in the saddle because I can't keep my weight down (butt in the saddle), so I was pretty happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if you have checked out the Garrod Farms website, &lt;a href="http://www.garrodfarms.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.garrodfarms.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know that it takes a lot to get into the English Riding Summer Camp. Most people, even if they have taken a set of lessons and done a few camps &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; to start out in Western A. Maybe Western B. But no, Nicole reccomended me for the English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you stay &lt;u&gt;estatic&lt;/u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you all later,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-Hallie ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910845341038581980-1673695306192156889?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/1673695306192156889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=1673695306192156889' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/1673695306192156889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/1673695306192156889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/03/yeah.html' title='Yeah!'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910845341038581980.post-5237342531179253158</id><published>2008-03-21T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T17:01:19.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>41 posts later....</title><content type='html'>Hey! I reached my goal of 40 posts. (Now after this post, its my 42nd.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So prouda myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, im taking a strike. Im not going to post 3x a day &lt;em&gt;like usual &lt;/em&gt;until I get five comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is part of my day, so I &lt;strong&gt;really &lt;/strong&gt;want your input. Plus, its sort of like a payment to see my diary. Because this is!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you all later, folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;-Hallie ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;new youtube video on Anti Horse Slaughter:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YXfFYz-CFH8"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YXfFYz-CFH8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In case its not clear to some, &lt;strong&gt;ashley &lt;/strong&gt;(haha), I made it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910845341038581980-5237342531179253158?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/5237342531179253158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=5237342531179253158' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/5237342531179253158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/5237342531179253158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/03/41-posts-later.html' title='41 posts later....'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910845341038581980.post-4621152216955718685</id><published>2008-03-21T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T05:52:27.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slap!</title><content type='html'>Hey my lovely readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houston, we have a problem; really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a little help here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a friend that's &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;a downer, and slightly a leech? If you know what I mean, you'd like her a lot, but you wanna slap her at the same time. Get it? Yeah... not giving out her name, but she is in my morning riding lessons at Garrod Farms. We've had a few sleepovers and everything, and I feel as if the whole time she is kind of rude... &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;she likes to copy &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt;   I do, and it gets really annoying. She even has the exact same breeches as me. On purpose. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and please comment. I understand school and stuff makes everybody busy, not to mention&lt;br /&gt;the extracurricular sports, but I &lt;strong&gt;know &lt;/strong&gt;that people have been voting on the polls, so you must not be &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; busy. It only takes a few seconds, and they are greatly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks in advance,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;-Hallie ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910845341038581980-4621152216955718685?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/4621152216955718685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=4621152216955718685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/4621152216955718685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/4621152216955718685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/03/slap.html' title='Slap!'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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-7910845341038581980.post-8193960148327526442</id><published>2008-03-20T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T06:36:22.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops...</title><content type='html'>Hey readers. I have no idea wether you were here for the 1-hour down time my site decided to take. The music player at the bottom froze up the blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was supposed to be a swim meet at Evergreen Valley! It was better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We boarded the busses, and set off onto the street. About two minutes later, we get a call:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The meet is canceled. Somethings wrong with their pool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank god.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get decent sleep the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, instead, we held a "time trial" sort of thing, and we got to choose our own events. Me, being a breaststroker, chose the 100 breaststroke, and the 50 free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so happy- I placed first in the heat for both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between heats, we spread out a towel and shared the food we prepared for the 4+ hours that we were to stay at EV. But it was good here, too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... doing more updates on my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-Hallie ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910845341038581980-8193960148327526442?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/8193960148327526442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=8193960148327526442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/8193960148327526442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/8193960148327526442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/03/oops.html' title='Oops...'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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-7910845341038581980.post-2835818426094264607</id><published>2008-03-19T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T07:00:51.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stretchy Pants </title><content type='html'>Time for an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okeydokey... lets see here. Ill leave Maddi to tell you all about the party; I don't feel like doing it right just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, nothing interesting has been happening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a swim meet today; that should be fun. I hope we don't get as crushed as we did in the Leland meet. &lt;em&gt;Ouch. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im shopping online right now. Choosing out new riding clothes I want for various occasions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breeches (stretchy pants)-&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.doversaddlery.com/devon-aire-schooling-riding-tights-/p/X1-3573/cn/4/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;http://www.doversaddlery.com/devon-aire-schooling-riding-tights-/p/X1-3573/cn/4/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already have a few pairs, but hey. Purple is cute :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty then; probably should be getting ready. Talk to you all later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;-Hallie ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910845341038581980-2835818426094264607?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/2835818426094264607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=2835818426094264607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/2835818426094264607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/2835818426094264607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/03/stretchy-pants.html' title='Stretchy Pants '/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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-7910845341038581980.post-1293057239654232820</id><published>2008-03-17T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T16:27:31.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All The Sticky Reasons</title><content type='html'>Ugh. I hate being in this situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My crush dosn't like me (Im pretty sure)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't have the guts to tell him because of the above&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everybody is saying that I should ask him to Sadies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All this plus school. (UGH!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well... I guess its just another obstacle in the road. Ill wait and see what happens and let you guys know as soon as ANYTHING happens. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ew; im reading The Thief Lord book again (haha; Maddi: PROP!!), and when Tux was here, about a year ago, he decided to take a chunk out of the bottom left corner. Luckily, none of the words were cut off.  ☻&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah... I miss that guy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry for such a boring post- but hey; nobody's forcing you to read it, eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;-Hallie ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910845341038581980-1293057239654232820?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/1293057239654232820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=1293057239654232820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/1293057239654232820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/1293057239654232820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/03/all-sticky-reasons.html' title='All The Sticky Reasons'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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-7910845341038581980.post-7344776571222757349</id><published>2008-03-16T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T17:56:01.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THINK Is For Girls</title><content type='html'>Ponder &lt;strong&gt;that. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a tagline of Sweet Briar College's website; its an all girls college with the most beautiful campus ever. Take a look: &lt;a href="http://sbc.edu/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;http://sbc.edu/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of all, they have a riding academy! &gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://sbc.edu/riding/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;http://sbc.edu/riding/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girls, &lt;/em&gt;isn't the website ahdorable!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the only college with &lt;em&gt;pink &lt;/em&gt;as an official color. Their team colors, the Vixens, are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;I told Brenna that it reminds me of argyle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their food is cheap and really really awesome, their dorms are roomy and cute, and the trails; ohmygosh. Can't even imagine. But according to their virtual tour, it's pretty damn beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So; im going there. Forget those stiffy ivy-league schools like Princeton- Sweet Briar is the &lt;em&gt;way to go &lt;/em&gt;for equestrians!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah; did I mention it's in Virginia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910845341038581980-7344776571222757349?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/7344776571222757349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=7344776571222757349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/7344776571222757349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/7344776571222757349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/03/think-is-for-girls.html' title='THINK Is For Girls'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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-7910845341038581980.post-6777032245358783267</id><published>2008-03-16T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T10:22:20.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Riesen IS The Riesen</title><content type='html'>No; its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo... last night, Brenna slept over! :D&lt;br /&gt;We watched (guess) Flicka, ate candy (RIESENS and Junior Mints), and dreamed happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this morning, we went on a ride! It was pretty fun, other than the fact that &lt;strong&gt;Flyer &lt;/strong&gt;wouldn't trot for Brenna. She says he was having a "&lt;em&gt;bad day"&lt;/em&gt; but I think he just didn't feel like listening. She needs a crop! ;) &lt;strong&gt;Beat the pony!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha; but really. You sometimes have to wake them up, and most of their horses &lt;em&gt;arent&lt;/em&gt; morning people. (morning horses....?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day folks !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh yeah; new video with music at the bottom of my page; i was getting fed up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with waiting for the stupid "The Music Hutch" thing to load. Took forever. And the song skipped. So... yeah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Hallie ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910845341038581980-6777032245358783267?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/6777032245358783267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=6777032245358783267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/6777032245358783267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/6777032245358783267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/03/riesen-is-riesen.html' title='The Riesen IS The Riesen'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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-7910845341038581980.post-8313908593214776442</id><published>2008-03-15T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T10:41:20.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS</title><content type='html'>Sheesh. Now I know why people buy STALLIONS and not mares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much more even-tempered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today during my weekly riding lesson, Wiz was acting hormonal. Yes, thats right. PMS. (Purrsnickety Mare Syndrome)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were trotting in the arena, and she had her ears slightly back the whole time. Whenever a horse came hear her, she scooted her rear end toward them and kicked. Nicole allowed me to use the other half of the arena to get her under control. Oh, did I mention she had her teeth floated yesterday? Not fun. (like braces work for horses- ow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not her fault though. She apologized at the end when I dismounted and shook my head at her. She rammed her head into me and nuzzled, smearing horse slobber all over my jacket. Thanks, Wiz. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jussie and Calvin did the same thing. They're all acting frisky today. Its weird- maybe they can feel the storm coming, like dogs do? I know that Tux used to whine and pace around the house before big storms and that 5.-something earthquake. I think they can tell, cause Wiz is a really well behaved horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, gotta go clean my room before Ashley comes over. Can't wait to see her-&lt;br /&gt;she's coming from a while away just to visit for a week and to ride in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;-Hallie ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910845341038581980-8313908593214776442?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/8313908593214776442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=8313908593214776442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/8313908593214776442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/8313908593214776442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/03/pms.html' title='PMS'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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-7910845341038581980.post-333898838135245168</id><published>2008-03-14T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T07:10:19.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drawing On The Mirror With Eyeliner</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun day today! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa and I (...and the rest of the school) got out at 11:30. I ♥ minimum days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Pruneyard and ate lunch at Togos, got Starbucks, and checked out the new Clique book at Barnes and Nobles, much to Melissa's dismay. (jk; she loves books. [haha. no])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around, texting and talking and she went home with me, and is watching me over my shoulder as I write this. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; bored (JK!), we drew on my mirror in eyeliner; we drew a crown [that was sposed to go on our heads as we looked in the mirror- didn't work out so well], and a magic fairy wand. She also added a "I ♥ melissa" label. I added the "I ♥ horses" one; of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies- gotta go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-Hallie ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910845341038581980-333898838135245168?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/333898838135245168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=333898838135245168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/333898838135245168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/333898838135245168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/03/drawing-on-mirror-with-eyeliner.html' title='Drawing On The Mirror With Eyeliner'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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-7910845341038581980.post-7970367257048820605</id><published>2008-03-13T06:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T07:10:54.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pull, Buddy, pull!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/mediadetail/?media=http%3A%2F%2Fi143.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fr121%2Feyelinerxtearsx3%2Fjumpinghorse.gif&amp;amp;searchTerm=jumping%20horse&amp;amp;pageOffset=11"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another relaxing morning. (haha; no.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... looking forward to this weekend. My riding instructor(s), Nicole and Crystal, are teaching us jumping and vaulting. Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weekend is jam-packed with stuff to do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise... the rest of this day stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. Boo-hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all you horse lovers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An out-of-towner drove his car into a ditch in a desolated area. Luckily, a local farmer came to help with his big strong horse, named Buddy. He hitched Buddy up to the car and yelled, "Pull, Nellie, pull!" Buddy didn't move.&lt;br /&gt;Then the farmer hollered, "Pull, Buster, pull!" Buddy didn't respond.&lt;br /&gt;Once more the farmer commanded, "Pull, Coco, pull!" Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Then the farmer nonchalantly said, "Pull, Buddy, pull!" And the horse easily dragged the car out of the ditch.&lt;br /&gt;The motorist was most appreciative and very curious. He asked the farmer why he called his horse by the wrong name three times.&lt;br /&gt;The farmer said, "Oh, Buddy is blind. If he thought he was the only one pulling, he wouldn't even try."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;-Hallie ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910845341038581980-7970367257048820605?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/7970367257048820605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=7970367257048820605' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/7970367257048820605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/7970367257048820605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/03/jumping-and-vaulting.html' title='Pull, Buddy, pull!'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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-7910845341038581980.post-1616720351568016968</id><published>2008-03-12T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:28:05.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"312" and the Robbery</title><content type='html'>Today was 3/12. Seems like nothing, right? Well, at our school, there was a graffiti that said "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;312&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" and &lt;em&gt;supposedly &lt;/em&gt;said "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;shoot 'em up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" three times. Well, our school, as protected as it is, became worried and called in the police. There was a robbery in the equipment stand above the track and bowl, so people thought that the graffiti was linked to that. Turns out, nothing happened. The robber was caught (please correct me on this if I get it wrong) and no shooting happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176987397213020306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MQD_kHDFg90/R9ham-GOYJI/AAAAAAAAABE/2aAV-9IESY0/s200/406686872_851c2d5d37_m%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh; cant we just have a little peace? ☺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of &lt;em&gt;those people who missed school, &lt;/em&gt;swim practice isn't gonna happen. Cause there was not enough people. Happy? :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's my report for the day. Nothing really happened besides us freaking out and shedding our layers of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;. Did my pilates DVD. My turtle, Rusty, came out of hibernation. (woot.) Arena ride still planned for Sunday morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, as you can hear, I changed the song. My family really likes this song. :) If you dont like it, I don't really care. Press pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;-Hallie ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910845341038581980-1616720351568016968?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/1616720351568016968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=1616720351568016968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/1616720351568016968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/1616720351568016968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/03/312-and-robbery.html' title='&quot;312&quot; and the Robbery'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MQD_kHDFg90/R9ham-GOYJI/AAAAAAAAABE/2aAV-9IESY0/s72-c/406686872_851c2d5d37_m%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910845341038581980.post-1812666773054867881</id><published>2008-03-11T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T17:28:25.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wiz and Tonto</title><content type='html'>Answer me this: do you discriminate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horses, silly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, come on. Everybody does it sometime, right? We get to go on a trail ride, going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I hope I don't get that small shrimpy horse over there..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor pony. They might have a real treasure inside. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured out last Saturday, they do. They really do. They also have a lot of character. Unlike the push-button ponies that are bought and bred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme tell you the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was standing by the posting hitch, waiting to be assigned a horse for my weekly riding lessons. In my head, looking at the smallest horse (not that small, but still), I thought subconciously 'I hope I get Wiz and not Tonto'. You guessed right; I got &lt;strong&gt;Tonto. &lt;/strong&gt;But guess what? As I enter the arena, I give him the crop to move into the canter, and the transition is perfect. The trot is  perfect. The canter is perfect. He still dosn't beat my girl, Wiz, but he sure gets pretty dang close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a lot that morning. The treasures can be on the inside, like the old saying your mom used to tell you; "Dont judge a book by it's cover". Too true, friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just love 'em all. Don't have to like them, just love 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;-Hallie ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910845341038581980-1812666773054867881?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/1812666773054867881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=1812666773054867881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/1812666773054867881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/1812666773054867881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/03/wiz-and-tonto.html' title='Wiz and Tonto'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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-7910845341038581980.post-1330808185074977130</id><published>2008-03-10T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T15:38:47.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding and Texting</title><content type='html'>This week is going by so slow. Well... the day is, at least. I have &lt;strong&gt;so &lt;/strong&gt;much hw, its not even funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the interesting stuffs &gt;&gt; Im going on an arena ride on Sunday morning at GF again. Should be fun. Ashley is going, and we're gonna canter around on the horses. Hopefully the arena won't be too crowded... maybe if we get there early... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I should probably be getting a head start on my homework, or else Im gonna hafta do it on the horse! Haha, that reminds me. One of my non-horsey friends told me to text her while I was riding. (laughs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love that girl x] She cracks me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-Hallie ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910845341038581980-1330808185074977130?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/1330808185074977130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=1330808185074977130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/1330808185074977130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/1330808185074977130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/03/riding-and-texting.html' title='Riding and Texting'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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-7910845341038581980.post-9129911185112251803</id><published>2008-03-09T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T14:53:47.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patty's Day</title><content type='html'>Yes. It's coming. The season of four-leaf clovers, the color &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, and potatoes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; right; potatoes. Not only do we use them because "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;leprechauns&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;em&gt;absolutely love them&lt;/em&gt; but we eat them. Not the normal ones that grow underground, but the Sees candy ones. If you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; had them before, I feel deeply sorry for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Looky&lt;/span&gt; here: &lt;a href="http://www.sees.com/Prod.cfm?CatGroup=00511501"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;http://&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;www.sees.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Prod.cfm?CatGroup=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;00511501&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG they are good. The outside, as you probably read, is chocolate/cinnamon/cocoa powder and the inside is nougat with pine nuts. Best of all, they &lt;strong&gt;look&lt;/strong&gt;  like a potato. I won't have to wait for long, since we are going to my abuelo y abuelas house, and they ALWAYS pass them out. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Hallie ♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910845341038581980-9129911185112251803?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/9129911185112251803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=9129911185112251803' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/9129911185112251803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/9129911185112251803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/03/st-pattys-day.html' title='St. Patty&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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-7910845341038581980.post-8837910385298629207</id><published>2008-03-09T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T11:34:28.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey... Look What I Found!</title><content type='html'>Look right after the poll...&lt;br /&gt;BUTTONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Message me" &lt;/strong&gt;is another way of saying &lt;em&gt;sign my guestbook&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Add me" &lt;/strong&gt;is another way of saying &lt;em&gt;subscribe to my posts&lt;/em&gt; (which is pretty cool, btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you get a notice whenever put a new post on here, so ill subscribe to your guys' blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna try mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey; a horse question for people here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I go on arena/trail rides, Sage always pulls on the reins. Sometimes, he even pulls them out of my hands. I am not putting that much "direct contact" to his mouth, so his bit should not be uncomfortable. Any suggestions on how to make this more confortable for him?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankoo &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;-Hallie ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910845341038581980-8837910385298629207?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/8837910385298629207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=8837910385298629207' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/8837910385298629207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/8837910385298629207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/03/hey-look-what-i-found.html' title='Hey... Look What I Found!'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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-7910845341038581980.post-8823513020025294832</id><published>2008-03-08T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T11:34:01.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karate Chocolate</title><content type='html'>Santana Row is awesome. As from the words of my friend, S, "If people only saw Santana Row when they came to Cali, they'd leave thinking 'WOW! California is beautiful.'" Its true, though. It really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were in the middle of Santana Row, near the fountain, we threw in pennies, quarters, nickels and dimes and wished for a few (okay, a lot) of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Me:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;World peace&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;End to animal slaughter and abuse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;End to global warming&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To be best friends with Labby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A horse. (wishing for almost ten years)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;S&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;To be best friends with _______ (a Bellarmine guy)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More clothes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To be rich (really creative.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;M&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I WISH FOR CLOTHES!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okies, M.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were traveling to Santana Row and S pulls out of her purse a chocolate she calls "Karate Chocolate". When I asked, she explained that M thought instead of "chai tea chocolate" it was "tai chi chocolate". Another "wow award" for M.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you guys :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;-Hallie ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910845341038581980-8823513020025294832?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/8823513020025294832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=8823513020025294832' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/8823513020025294832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/8823513020025294832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/03/karate-chocolate.html' title='Karate Chocolate'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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-7910845341038581980.post-1233480097144633580</id><published>2008-03-08T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T11:34:10.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hacking</title><content type='html'>Please guys; stop commenting! Its too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, im obviously kidding. Cause I havn't got a few comments in, oh, idk, 5-6 posts? I work HARD to make this awesome page with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;music&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;polls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cool banners&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;let alone give you guys personal info that only a Diary Snooper should get.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, really. Comments would be &lt;strong&gt;awesome.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey you guys; I want your opinion on 2 posts below (called "This Is How A Heart Breaks"). Im in serious need, and you guys have pretty good advice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got back from riding lessons a half an hour ago, and we actually did an English Hack* trail ride. Pretty fun, seeing that we were cantering* half the time. If any of you know the Garrod Farms horses, I got Sage. Bit impatient, but hey. So am I. Cavalettis* next time; I hope I get Wiz. She treats them like cross-bars*!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For all of you that don't understand the horse lingo above... look at the very bottom of the post!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will go comment on &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; blogs to show you that yes, &lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;do&lt;/u&gt; comment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;-Hallie ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*Hacking: &lt;u&gt;Like a normal trail ride, except on an English dicipline, and more "proper" looking.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**Cantering: &lt;u&gt;Running, basically. Faster than the trot, slower (but not much) than the gallop.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***Cavaletti: &lt;u&gt;Teeny jumps, usually 1-1 1/2 feet tall.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;****Cross-bars: &lt;u&gt;A jump that looks like an "X" made with two wooden pieces, usually about 2-4 feet tall.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910845341038581980-1233480097144633580?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/1233480097144633580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=1233480097144633580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/1233480097144633580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/1233480097144633580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/03/hacking.html' title='Hacking'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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-7910845341038581980.post-3794607383282312614</id><published>2008-03-08T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T11:34:18.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding Lesson</title><content type='html'>Hey. Stalling my breakfast because I don't feel like food. Ever have that happen? Ugh. I went to Chili's last night and Im &lt;strong&gt;still &lt;/strong&gt;full. Ah well. It was worth it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... going to riding lesson in aboooouuuuuttttt..... an hour here, and I should probably go get ready. Just wanted to fill you in on my morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats pretty much it. I had swim yesterday, played water polo, treaded water &lt;em&gt;forever... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies. Im gonna go. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-Hallie ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910845341038581980-3794607383282312614?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/3794607383282312614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=3794607383282312614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/3794607383282312614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/3794607383282312614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/03/riding-lesson.html' title='Riding Lesson'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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-7910845341038581980.post-3043528551139432577</id><published>2008-03-07T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T21:42:00.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is How A Heart Breaks</title><content type='html'>After officially "giving up" on Labby, I realized that yes, I still do like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, Im not putting my whole heart into the subject. I am not going to post about him, talk about him incessantly, like I usually do to my friends, and above all, &lt;strong&gt;im not going to get upset &lt;/strong&gt;when he talks to other girls. After all; he dosn't know I like him, because I havn't told him. So it's not really fair on his part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Ive figured out the ups and downs of having a crush; mostly the downs though. The ups were the fun part. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the song "This is how a heart breaks" by Rob Thomas, the blog title screamed at me at the end, if you were wondering how I got such a dramatic title. (My so-called "romance" isn't that heart wrenching. Y yo estoy no lo siento!) &lt;&lt; For all you spanish-speakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening, and I'd &lt;3 it if you'd comment on my opinion and decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-Hallie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910845341038581980-3043528551139432577?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/3043528551139432577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=3043528551139432577' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/3043528551139432577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/3043528551139432577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-how-heart-breaks.html' title='This Is How A Heart Breaks'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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-7910845341038581980.post-959609499986957990</id><published>2008-03-06T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T19:22:17.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manes, Greyhounds, Southerners, and Preachers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, a few jokes I found on some random horse website. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CITY FOLKS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Easterner had always dreamed of owning his own horse ranch, and finally made enough money to buy himself the spread of his dreams out west. "So what did you name the ranch?" asked his best friend when he came to visit. "We had a heck of a time," admitted the new cowboy, "Couldn't agree on anything. We finally settled on the Double R Lazy L Triple Horseshoe Bar-7 Lucky Diamond ABC XYZ Ranch. "Wow!" his friend exclaimed, impressed. "So where are all the horses?" "None of 'em survived the branding."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO HORSES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Mary said to her husband Bob, "Why don't we get ourselves two horses? We could go on trail rides and we can keep them in the paddock behind the house." Bob thought that it was a good idea, so the next day they came home with two horses. There was one problem, however. They couldn't tell the two apart! Sometimes they would get confused and ride the wrong horse. They sat down to have a talk about what they could do to tell the horses apart. Bob said, "Well, I'll shave my horse's mane off, and we can tell them apart that way!" After a few months, the mane grew back, and they had the same problem. "I'll cut my horse's tail short, so then we can tell them apart!" said Mary. But, the tail grew out, and they still had a problem! So they decided to measure the horses. Bob would have the biggest one, and Mary would have the smaller one. Guess what they found? The black one was two inches taller than the gray one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE GREYHOUND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three racehorses stood in their stalls. One said to the others, "I ran 20 races and I won 14 of them!" she bragged. The next said with a snort, "Well I ran 30 races and won 25 of them!" Then the third horse spoke up proudly, "Yeah, I won 41 races and won 39 of them!" This seemed to settle the topic, when the horses noticed a Greyhound outside their stalls. The Greyhound said, "I ran 100 races and I won 99 of them." The horses looked at each other in amazement, and one gasped, "Wow! A talking Greyhound!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT HAPPENED IN TEXAS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cowboy rode into town and stopped at a saloon for a drink. Unfortunately, the saloon's regulars had a habit of picking on strangers. When the cowboy finished his drink and left the saloon, he found that his horse had been stolen. He went back into the bar, handily flipped his gun into the air, caught it above his head without looking, and fired a shot into the ceiling. "Which one of you sidewinders stole my horse?" he yelled forcefully. No one answered. "All right, I'm gonna have another drink, and if my horse ain't back outside by the time I finish, I'm gonna do what I done in Texas! And I don't wanna have to do what I done in Texas!" Some of the locals shifted restlessly. The cowboy, true to his word, had another drink and walked outside, to find that his horse had been returned to its post. He saddled up and prepared to ride out of town. The bartender followed the cowboy out of the bar. "Say partner, before you go," the bartender asked nervously, "what happened in Texas?" The cowboy turned back and said, "I had to walk home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRAISE THE LORD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a preacher who was trying to sell his horse. A man stopped by to see how the horse rode. The preacher told the man that instead of saying "walk" say "praise the Lord" and instead of saying "whoa" say "amen." So the man got on the horse and said, "Praise the Lord," and the horse started to walk. The man then said, "Praise the Lord," again and the horse started to trot. He said it a few more times, then the horse started galloping. Suddenly a cliff appeared. The man yelled "Whoa!" but the horse wouldn't stop. He tried yelling all sorts of things, and he tried to pull the horse up, but the horse wouldn't stop. Then suddenly he remembered what to say. The man said, "Amen." The horse stopped right before they fell off. The man was so relieved that he put his hand on his forehead and then said, "Praise the Lord."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Hallie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910845341038581980-959609499986957990?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/959609499986957990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=959609499986957990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/959609499986957990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/959609499986957990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/03/manes-greyhounds-southerners-and.html' title='Manes, Greyhounds, Southerners, and Preachers.'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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-7910845341038581980.post-195651801323281351</id><published>2008-03-06T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T19:22:48.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stalling and Sara</title><content type='html'>After a day of making decisions, skipping swimming in turn for homework :( and keeping busy in Spanish to make the teacher forget about our presentation today (it worked), I thought Id change up the songs to match my feelings a bit. And after that last post, "Love Song" by Sara Bareilles seemed to fit perfectly. So, its staying. For a little while, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, ParaChat is gone; its too hard for all of us to be on "chatting" at the same time, let alone &lt;em&gt;leave comments. &lt;/em&gt;So, thats that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, don't forget the Guestbook at the bottom. Kind of hidden, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Ill move it to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you havn't voted in my poll, go ahead, and remember that in this one, you can choose more than one answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ttyl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;-Hallie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910845341038581980-195651801323281351?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/195651801323281351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=195651801323281351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/195651801323281351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/195651801323281351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/03/stalling-and-sara.html' title='Stalling and Sara'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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-7910845341038581980.post-2917784190049017271</id><published>2008-03-06T14:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T14:40:25.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dorks and Doorknobs</title><content type='html'>Hey people;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After making a tough decision, Im NOT going to sit with Labby at lunch anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Either he:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is too shy to do anything&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dosn't like me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, im going back to my real friends by the Health rooms at lunch, and letting Labby act like a dork in front of slut sophmores in Spanish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If he does like me, he'll have to decide for himself wether he is brave enough to tell me or not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah! I hear a jingling door knob- must be my mom. Or a murderer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;;) Im not suspecting the latter.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for reading, and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;please comment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-Hallie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910845341038581980-2917784190049017271?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/2917784190049017271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=2917784190049017271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/2917784190049017271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/2917784190049017271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/03/dorks-and-doorknobs.html' title='Dorks and Doorknobs'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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-7910845341038581980.post-3783546500487911386</id><published>2008-03-06T06:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T06:46:54.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing In My Sleep</title><content type='html'>Don't feel like waking up right now. So I'll post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I forgot. Check out my friends blogs! They're pretty cool ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ashley&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://naturallyashley.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;http://naturallyashley.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caveman&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://cavemans-cave.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;http://cavemans-cave.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maddi&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://mustlovemaddi3.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;http://mustlovemaddi3.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies, maybe I'll go get ready. Labby's in my first period. I don't wanna look like I was sleepwalking :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Hallie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910845341038581980-3783546500487911386?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/3783546500487911386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=3783546500487911386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/3783546500487911386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/3783546500487911386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/03/writing-in-my-sleep.html' title='Writing In My Sleep'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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-7910845341038581980.post-6081660638775851946</id><published>2008-03-05T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T14:56:55.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repeated Clumsy...-ness...</title><content type='html'>Okies- I put a new song on here. I hope you can all recognize it, because its on the radio 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I have my riding lessons at Garrod Farms, we are going up the hill as this is playing. Or somewhere along that road. Its like the radio station has a track of songs they play over, and over, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;over &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like when "Bubbly" by Colbie Callait was always on. (Is it still...?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-Hallie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910845341038581980-6081660638775851946?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/6081660638775851946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=6081660638775851946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/6081660638775851946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/6081660638775851946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/03/repeated-clumsy-ness.html' title='Repeated Clumsy...-ness...'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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-7910845341038581980.post-8093146635647040926</id><published>2008-03-05T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T14:38:23.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey There... *wink*</title><content type='html'>So. You've all heard about Labby. Its time to start helping me out.&lt;br /&gt;Guys, this is your chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are some signs girls like you, guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls: How do YOU flirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions for moi?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Also, comments would be &lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt; since I write a lotta stuff for you guys, its only fair to give&lt;br /&gt;some back!!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, readers &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;-Hallie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910845341038581980-8093146635647040926?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/8093146635647040926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=8093146635647040926' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/8093146635647040926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/8093146635647040926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/03/hey-there-wink.html' title='Hey There... *wink*'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910845341038581980.post-8565625113918822540</id><published>2008-03-04T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T20:40:14.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voices In My Head</title><content type='html'>Leland swim meet was today, and LOTS of things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill give you some quick highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I almost let slip that I liked Labby- when he was right behind me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As I was diving into the pool, my goggles fell off. And my contacts too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Labby cheered me on :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im gonna go into more detail on # 1, okay? ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okies, #1:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;As I had gotten out of the pool from my 400yd free relay, I stood next to M (bff, btw) and wondered in my head 'where is ______?'. Except, In my head I said his actual name. [not going to post, sorry] I was just about to voice the question when something went off in my head: "Call him Labby this time". I thought that was kind of weird, since ive never really heard VOICES in my head, ever, but I decided to listen to it. I asked M, "Have you seen Labby?" After she said 'no', I heard a  "Do I have goggle marks on my eyes?" behind me. I whipped around, and sure enough, there he was. I took a really sharp breath, and he said "Did I scare you?!" with a laugh. More than you know, Labby. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Really nervewracking, seeing that there was no efficient way to 'recover' asking "Where is ____" with a i-need-him tone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need to listen to the voices in my head more often.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Hallie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910845341038581980-8565625113918822540?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/8565625113918822540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=8565625113918822540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/8565625113918822540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/8565625113918822540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/03/voices-in-my-head.html' title='Voices In My Head'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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-7910845341038581980.post-8519215564853123735</id><published>2008-03-03T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T22:11:07.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Leland Swim Party</title><content type='html'>So, after school and my physical (ew. shots x2), I went to swim practice. It went by normally, until I remembered the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The swim party was in early celebration of our meet at Leland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty awesome. Except it would have been better if Labby was there.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the WHOLE time my friends and I (not naming names) were telling random stories about random things, and we came upon the topic of our swim coaches name, which happens to be pretty funny sounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were talking about this [normal volume, btw], he walked around the corner and started putting food on his plate. We acted cool as he was chatting with the other adults, but we were &lt;em&gt;totally &lt;/em&gt;freaked out when we thought "oh crap, maybe he heard us!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there were only a couple of chairs (3 total) in the corner of the dining room that we were in, the chair that the person had was taken as soon as she stood up, so two of us were constantly sitting on the floor, on people's feet or laps. It was a pretty fun time, and we &lt;strong&gt;talked, &lt;/strong&gt;and ate, the whole time! The honeydew was gone from the platter by the time we had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty good party, I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, look at the time. 10:08. I need to do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woopee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hallie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hope you're having a better night than me; the human pincushion!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910845341038581980-8519215564853123735?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/8519215564853123735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=8519215564853123735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/8519215564853123735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/8519215564853123735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/03/early-leland-swim-party.html' title='Early Leland Swim Party'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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-7910845341038581980.post-3429927065032653300</id><published>2008-03-03T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T13:09:00.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's new?</title><content type='html'>The guestbook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are on the blog when im not (rarity, there), you can say hello or make a friendly comment on my guestbook at the almost very bottom of the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just so you know, im posting from my high school's computer lab.&lt;br /&gt;So be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;-Hallie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;(BTW, Melissa says 'hi'!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910845341038581980-3429927065032653300?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/3429927065032653300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=3429927065032653300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/3429927065032653300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/3429927065032653300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/03/whats-new.html' title='What&apos;s new?'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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-7910845341038581980.post-3108124543851393081</id><published>2008-03-03T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T06:29:23.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Times a Charm?</title><content type='html'>Sleeping. Have you ever wondered how we actually FALL asleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, one minute you're just laying there thinking. And the next, knocked out cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to add to it, when you wake up, it feels like you &lt;em&gt;just &lt;/em&gt;fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I set my alarm clock for 5:05. ( I like to go outside in the morning and read/eat breakfast/something. ) I woke up with the blaring alarm in my ears at &lt;strong&gt;5:30&lt;/strong&gt;. Thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Couldn't have been my parents, cause when I checked the set time, it said, sure enough, 5:05.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Couldn't have slept through it, because it goes of in intervals of "2 minutes". I would have had to press it like 12 times! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;-Hallie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910845341038581980-3108124543851393081?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/3108124543851393081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=3108124543851393081' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/3108124543851393081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/3108124543851393081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/03/12-times-charm.html' title='12 Times a Charm?'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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-7910845341038581980.post-8719804201078363687</id><published>2008-03-02T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T21:03:03.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interrupting Cows</title><content type='html'>Knock knock.&lt;br /&gt;Who's there?&lt;br /&gt;Interrupting cow.&lt;br /&gt;Interrupting co-&lt;br /&gt;MOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock knock.&lt;br /&gt;Who's there?&lt;br /&gt;You know.&lt;br /&gt;...You-know-who?&lt;br /&gt;Yes! AVADA KEDAVRA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, lame jokes. But I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okey-dokey; even though the Thnks fr th mmrs IS a good song, it kind of got annoying,&lt;br /&gt;so im just going to have to go with my &lt;strong&gt;instincts &lt;/strong&gt;and play Miley Cyrus. (Hannah Montana &lt;3)\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Hallie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910845341038581980-8719804201078363687?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/8719804201078363687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=8719804201078363687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/8719804201078363687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/8719804201078363687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/03/interrupting-cows.html' title='Interrupting Cows'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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-7910845341038581980.post-5487410087903137400</id><published>2008-03-02T18:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T18:13:06.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ParaChat is finally here!</title><content type='html'>So... after a coupla hours searching on the internet, found a reasonable chat-thingy for you guys to talk on. Im on sometimes, but if you want to email me, im at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:tinyequestrian@yahoo.com"&gt;tinyequestrian@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know &lt;em&gt;Wonder Boy&lt;/em&gt; does not have email, but he should :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-Hallie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910845341038581980-5487410087903137400?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/5487410087903137400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=5487410087903137400' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/5487410087903137400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/5487410087903137400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/03/parachat-is-finally-here.html' title='ParaChat is finally here!'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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-7910845341038581980.post-7494290582662314344</id><published>2008-03-02T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T11:03:24.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Donut Holes and Full Moons</title><content type='html'>After a few months of pointless debating, my mom was finally proved right. Donut holes ARE actually the insides of glazed donuts, &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;just a scam to trick innocent people into eating 'processed' donut holes. God forbid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that case is solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I have to do is figure out why the moon follows you when you are driving a car. Or swimming at late swim practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day pondering the imponderable above, and let me know if you have any answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;-Hallie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910845341038581980-7494290582662314344?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/7494290582662314344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=7494290582662314344' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/7494290582662314344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/7494290582662314344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/03/donut-holes-and-full-moons.html' title='Donut Holes and Full Moons'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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-7910845341038581980.post-8289537209561314550</id><published>2008-03-02T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T09:20:10.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Out Boy</title><content type='html'>Hey readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put a new song on here (obviously).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its "Fall Out Boy", so if you don't like it, or if your computer is having problems processing it,&lt;br /&gt;scroll ALL THE WAY down to the bottom and press &lt;em&gt;pause.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of somebody, so im keeping it there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Hallie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910845341038581980-8289537209561314550?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/8289537209561314550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=8289537209561314550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/8289537209561314550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/8289537209561314550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/03/fall-out-boy.html' title='Fall Out Boy'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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-7910845341038581980.post-4831605458255297169</id><published>2008-03-01T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T22:57:27.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four hours spent...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Babysitting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know; crazy right? But hey, everyone loves money. And I love kids. So they kinda go together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 6 to 10 I spent my time giving piggyback rides and watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Naruto&lt;/span&gt;. One 4-year old kid (lets call him kid #1) said as we were sword fighting, "Back off, punk!" I burst out laughing. Which gave him a perfect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to sword (poke?) me in the stomach while my defences were down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill admit it. The kid was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yawn* Read the time at the bottom of the post. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Hallie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910845341038581980-4831605458255297169?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/4831605458255297169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=4831605458255297169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/4831605458255297169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/4831605458255297169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/03/four-hours-spent.html' title='Four hours spent...'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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-7910845341038581980.post-7848671718071107843</id><published>2008-03-01T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T17:34:57.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I said to "Anonymous" in &lt;strong&gt;comments &lt;/strong&gt;for "Love is..." post,&lt;br /&gt;anybody can drop me an email or comment asking me to talk about the topic of their choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:tinyequestrian@yahoo.com"&gt;tinyequestrian@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will do my best to reply to all of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-Hallie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910845341038581980-7848671718071107843?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/7848671718071107843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=7848671718071107843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/7848671718071107843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/7848671718071107843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/03/as-i-said-to-anonymous-in-comments-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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-7910845341038581980.post-7093993229081553029</id><published>2008-03-01T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T17:01:37.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is...</title><content type='html'>About the butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just talking to my friend about the symptoms of love, and we compiled this list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knees going weak&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Head spinning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The all-famous butterflies-in-the-stomach&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Short of breath&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smiling (when you don't even know it!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Limp body ("Can I please sit down, just for a sec?")&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Theres this boy. (Yes, I know **Rolls eyes**) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He's cute. Funny. Sweet. Put it this way; whenever I see him, he rakes up brownie points faster than you can say "gaga". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah. Seriously. We nickname/codenamed him "Labby" for various reasons. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He is a friends friend. And a best-friend's boyfriend's friend. He's on my swim team and goes to my school, so I get to see him at least 4x a week. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really like him (can you tell?), but I have no idea if he likes me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Any suggestions, anybody? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-Hallie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910845341038581980-7093993229081553029?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/7093993229081553029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=7093993229081553029' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/7093993229081553029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/7093993229081553029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/03/love-is.html' title='Love is...'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910845341038581980.post-7190791475901891327</id><published>2008-03-01T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T16:46:09.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marveling on the Clique Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have any of you readers read "The Clique" series by Lisi Harrison? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For those who havn't, let me sum them up in a few words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rich girls, rich city, rich friends, rich neighborhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Egotistic kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Unrealistic plot lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yet, the books are somehow drawing. Im waiting for a trip to Barnes and Nobles to get Lisi's new book, 'Bratfest At Tiffany's'. (See? The title is practically confessing.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What makes the book so drawing, you may ask? The girls themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Massie Block (the 'confident', 'fearless' leader [note the quote marks...] of The Pretty Committee), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alicia Rivera (sidekick of Massie and an envied Spanish beauty), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dylan Marvil (red-headed, boy-habited daughter of famous talk-show mother, Merri-Lee Marvil),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kristen Gregory (sporty, sometimes-wise, and unsure blonde made up of muscles),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Claire Lyons (the newest member in the group, somewhat 'outcast' of the group, but may also be the closest to [and knows most about] Massie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The group seems to have everything under control and their lives look 'perfect'; to the untrained eye. In their life, they have problems like everybody else in this world, except theirs is that we'd call &lt;strong&gt;trivial. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The reason I brought them up is mainly because of Massie. Though she does seem to fake her confidence sometimes, she is greatly loved in her school. Isn't this quite rare for a popular girl to be 'loved and envied' instead of 'hated and envied'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe I need to look at this page harder. And between the lines. &gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Build-Self-Confidence"&gt;http://www.wikihow.com/Build-Self-Confidence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-Hallie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7910845341038581980-7190791475901891327?l=justbeinghallie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/feeds/7190791475901891327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7910845341038581980&amp;postID=7190791475901891327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/7190791475901891327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7910845341038581980/posts/default/7190791475901891327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbeinghallie.blogspot.com/2008/03/marveling-on-clique-books.html' title='Marveling on the Clique Books'/><author><name>Hallie:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696679796292927209</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>
