<?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-15928413</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:12:41.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anira's Freshman Composition Journals</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>aNiRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11241189740923405675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41307806_8fed49c6a4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928413.post-113072216993583963</id><published>2005-10-30T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T17:29:29.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JN #27: TECHNOLOGY</title><content type='html'>The piece of technology I enjoy the most is cell phone. I love my phone! I can call my friends from where ever i wanted and I don't have to worry about my little brother being on the other line. It's also convenient because if you have an emergency you could easily call somebody.  Sometimes it can get a little annoying because they'll call me in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928413-113072216993583963?l=anirachacon5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/feeds/113072216993583963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928413&amp;postID=113072216993583963' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/113072216993583963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/113072216993583963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn-27-technology.html' title='JN #27: TECHNOLOGY'/><author><name>aNiRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11241189740923405675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41307806_8fed49c6a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928413.post-113020211934591355</id><published>2005-10-24T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T18:01:59.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN #26: WEEKEND</title><content type='html'>This weekend was so much fun. Well Friday Janette and me were suppost to go to a club with Adrianna but she never showed up. Janette and me were just hanging out my house, we were bored for a while so then we dicided to call my Manny over. Manny came to my house like around twelve and invided us to Oasis (hook-a-bar.) Oasis was so much fun! Adrianna called me Saturday and invited me to a party at Marcos'  house so I went with her ang her friends. The party was fun but it was so hot at the dance floor so most of the time I was outside kicking it with school friends. By Sunday I was so tired I didn't feel like going anywhere or getting up from the couch. We had Frankie J tickets so I ended up going to the fair with Violeta, Monique and Raul. The fair was so much fun too. All that fun has one bad thing feeling tired on Monday.  : (&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928413-113020211934591355?l=anirachacon5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/feeds/113020211934591355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928413&amp;postID=113020211934591355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/113020211934591355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/113020211934591355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn-26-weekend.html' title='JN #26: WEEKEND'/><author><name>aNiRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11241189740923405675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41307806_8fed49c6a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928413.post-113012889264344239</id><published>2005-10-23T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T21:41:32.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN #25:  FRANKIE J</title><content type='html'>I went to the Frankie J concert today. I didn't really wanna go because I not that big of a fan. I sat in the front role chairs, It was pretty exciting seeing him up close. I went with my cousin, and friend and her boyfriend. The concert was fun especially when Baby Bash came out. All the girls went wild, I think everyone got more excited to Baby Bash than Fankie J. I wouldn't mind watching him in concert again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928413-113012889264344239?l=anirachacon5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/feeds/113012889264344239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928413&amp;postID=113012889264344239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/113012889264344239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/113012889264344239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn-25-frankie-j.html' title='JN #25:  FRANKIE J'/><author><name>aNiRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11241189740923405675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41307806_8fed49c6a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928413.post-113012850697022636</id><published>2005-10-23T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T21:35:06.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN #24: CUTTER</title><content type='html'>If someone got in front of me in the line at the movie I would just ask them to go to the back of the line. It  doesn't really bother me when people do that because I cut to, sometimes. I would probably get mad if I was standing in line to go to the restroom or at a restaurant. Everytime my friend is in line somewhere someone always cuts in front of her because she is so little. She always gets mad and tells the people something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928413-113012850697022636?l=anirachacon5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/feeds/113012850697022636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928413&amp;postID=113012850697022636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/113012850697022636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/113012850697022636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn-24-cutter.html' title='JN #24: CUTTER'/><author><name>aNiRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11241189740923405675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41307806_8fed49c6a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928413.post-113012812762762484</id><published>2005-10-23T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T21:28:47.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN #23:  NO CASH</title><content type='html'>If I ordered ice cream and forgot to bring money I would feel really embarrased! Something like this happened to me once. I went to the store and instead of giving the cashier dollar bills all I had was mexican bills. I was so embarrased because the cashier was just looking at me with a wierd face. I never wanted to go back to that store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928413-113012812762762484?l=anirachacon5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/feeds/113012812762762484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928413&amp;postID=113012812762762484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/113012812762762484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/113012812762762484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn-23-no-cash.html' title='JN #23:  NO CASH'/><author><name>aNiRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11241189740923405675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41307806_8fed49c6a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928413.post-113012774932796205</id><published>2005-10-23T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T21:22:29.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN #22: DISCRIMINATED</title><content type='html'>I don't think I've ever been discriminated. It makes me really angry when people do get discriminated. It even bothers me when people are just joking around. I been in many situations where I've seen people get discriminated, it's very pleasant. I saw this movie called Crash and it changed my point of view completely. Crash is a really good movie, it thought me new things about life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928413-113012774932796205?l=anirachacon5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/feeds/113012774932796205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928413&amp;postID=113012774932796205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/113012774932796205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/113012774932796205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn-22-discriminated.html' title='JN #22: DISCRIMINATED'/><author><name>aNiRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11241189740923405675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41307806_8fed49c6a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928413.post-112861942909663021</id><published>2005-10-06T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T10:23:49.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN #20: NEW HOUSE</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited!!!  My sister and my cousin just bought a house together on 27th Ave. and Southern.  I'm going to move in with my sister, neice  and cousin. The main reason why I'm excited about moving is that I won't  have to drive all the the way from Mesa to get to school. I didn't grow up livin in a house so this is something new. I never had my own room either growing up I had to share with my older sister and then when she moved out there was a new member in the family so I had to share with her.  We are going to paint this weekend so thats going to be fun too. I'll get to live closer to other family and friends and that is always good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928413-112861942909663021?l=anirachacon5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/feeds/112861942909663021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928413&amp;postID=112861942909663021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/112861942909663021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/112861942909663021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn-20-new-house.html' title='JN #20: NEW HOUSE'/><author><name>aNiRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11241189740923405675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41307806_8fed49c6a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928413.post-112861874658544825</id><published>2005-10-06T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T10:12:26.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN #21: OTHER COUNTRY</title><content type='html'>Waking up in another country where I didn't know the language would be pretty cool. I would get to learn a lot of new things and meet different people . I would love to learn a different language too. Setting up a taco stand would probably be a good idea. Everybody who likes tacos would enjoy the place. Then I would be pretty freaked out because I wouldn't know what to do and how to act.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928413-112861874658544825?l=anirachacon5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/feeds/112861874658544825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928413&amp;postID=112861874658544825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/112861874658544825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/112861874658544825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn-21-other-country.html' title='JN #21: OTHER COUNTRY'/><author><name>aNiRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11241189740923405675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41307806_8fed49c6a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928413.post-112835866627531948</id><published>2005-10-03T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T09:57:46.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN #19: BUGS IN SALAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;If I saw tiny bugs in my salad I would probably eat them. If they look nasty I would just throw my salad out.  I've eaten ants before and they are not bad. Ants don't gross me out but other bugs do. Bugs have a lot of proteins, I heard.&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/15928413-112835866627531948?l=anirachacon5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/feeds/112835866627531948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928413&amp;postID=112835866627531948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/112835866627531948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/112835866627531948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn-19-bugs-in-salad.html' title='JN #19: BUGS IN SALAD'/><author><name>aNiRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11241189740923405675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41307806_8fed49c6a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928413.post-112835777305936404</id><published>2005-10-03T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T09:42:53.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN #18: GIFT</title><content type='html'>If I could give a gift to the world it would probably be the cure for cancer. I beleive the government some how controls it. I see alot of stuff now that helps control it so i'm pretty sure someone already found the cure. They just come up with something to control it so they can make a lot of money from it.  I just don't understand why they like to see people suffer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928413-112835777305936404?l=anirachacon5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/feeds/112835777305936404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928413&amp;postID=112835777305936404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/112835777305936404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/112835777305936404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn-18-gift.html' title='JN #18: GIFT'/><author><name>aNiRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11241189740923405675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41307806_8fed49c6a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928413.post-112835742880045315</id><published>2005-10-03T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T09:37:08.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN #17: ANIMALS TALK</title><content type='html'>If animals could talk I would be pretty freaked out! I'm sure they wouldn't be treated they way they are. It would be kind of interesting having to listen to them. I also think it would be kind of annoying dogs are always barking so that means they would be talking. People who talk alot bug me. I would ask my roommates cats why they are so annoying when I'm trying to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928413-112835742880045315?l=anirachacon5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/feeds/112835742880045315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928413&amp;postID=112835742880045315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/112835742880045315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/112835742880045315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn-17-animals-talk.html' title='JN #17: ANIMALS TALK'/><author><name>aNiRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11241189740923405675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41307806_8fed49c6a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928413.post-112792617760928903</id><published>2005-09-28T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T09:49:37.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN #16: NO TV</title><content type='html'>I would be very sad if we had no television. My neice learns pretty much everything she knows from watching television.  Kids learn so much from television as well as adults. Television is something nobody can live without, I think.  Vladimir Zworykin and Philo Farnsworth wouldn't be millionaires. (inventers of TV.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928413-112792617760928903?l=anirachacon5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/feeds/112792617760928903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928413&amp;postID=112792617760928903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/112792617760928903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/112792617760928903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn-16-no-tv.html' title='JN #16: NO TV'/><author><name>aNiRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11241189740923405675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41307806_8fed49c6a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928413.post-112740981658830676</id><published>2005-09-22T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T10:23:36.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN #15: ALDO</title><content type='html'>I met Aldo Robles here at school and is also in my math class. He is good in math so i'm glad he sits in my group. Aldo is a funny guy and is mean sometimes it's still funny. He used to go to Cesar Chavez and it's his first year here at SMCC.  He likes to play pool on line all the time, in fact he was playing right now. Hope he doesn't get embarressed cause i'm writting about him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928413-112740981658830676?l=anirachacon5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/feeds/112740981658830676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928413&amp;postID=112740981658830676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/112740981658830676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/112740981658830676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn-15-aldo.html' title='JN #15: ALDO'/><author><name>aNiRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11241189740923405675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41307806_8fed49c6a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928413.post-112740898434474171</id><published>2005-09-22T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T10:09:44.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN #14: INVISIBLE</title><content type='html'>If I could become invisible when I wanted I would probably use it to sneek up on my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I would love scaring them of course i would never tell them it's me because it wouldn't work the nest time I tried it. In other cases I would use it to my advantage and help the police or something like it. I would like to be recognized as a hero _haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928413-112740898434474171?l=anirachacon5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/feeds/112740898434474171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928413&amp;postID=112740898434474171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/112740898434474171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/112740898434474171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn-14-invisible.html' title='JN #14: INVISIBLE'/><author><name>aNiRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11241189740923405675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41307806_8fed49c6a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928413.post-112715254299502202</id><published>2005-09-19T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T10:55:43.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN #13: REALLY  BUGS ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Something that really bugs me is when my food mixes in together.  For example when my Grandmother makes meat and vegtables and then and beans and rice on the side of the dish I like it to saty in place. I like to eat everything seperatly. Everybody tells me I'm wierd that it all goes to the same place. I just can't help it, since I can remember I have always been that this. I don't get discusted by it I just don't like it.&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/15928413-112715254299502202?l=anirachacon5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/feeds/112715254299502202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928413&amp;postID=112715254299502202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/112715254299502202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/112715254299502202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn-13-really-bugs-me.html' title='JN #13: REALLY  BUGS ME'/><author><name>aNiRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11241189740923405675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41307806_8fed49c6a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928413.post-112655503019391843</id><published>2005-09-12T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T12:57:10.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN #12: FLY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I could fly I would probably use this ability to be a superhero. I would fly high into the sky and watch everything. I'm thinking I would just be able to relax because I would be away from everything and everybody. Sometimes I wish I could actually fly.  When I was little I always dreamed of having somekind of special power. I guess we all did.&lt;/span&gt;  : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928413-112655503019391843?l=anirachacon5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/feeds/112655503019391843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928413&amp;postID=112655503019391843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/112655503019391843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/112655503019391843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn-12-fly.html' title='JN #12: FLY'/><author><name>aNiRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11241189740923405675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41307806_8fed49c6a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928413.post-112655470964838291</id><published>2005-09-12T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T12:51:49.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN #11: FAVORITE BOOK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My favorite book is&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Of Mice and Men.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  I read that book when I was a freshman in high school. I love the characters my favorite is Lenny. I also like the whole moral to the story and how George helps him out. Ms. Newell was my english teacher and I loved how she would change her voice for every character. Everytime I fly somewhere I always take that book with me I've read that book atleast like 10 times.&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/15928413-112655470964838291?l=anirachacon5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/feeds/112655470964838291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928413&amp;postID=112655470964838291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/112655470964838291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/112655470964838291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn-11-favorite-book.html' title='JN #11: FAVORITE BOOK'/><author><name>aNiRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11241189740923405675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41307806_8fed49c6a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928413.post-112655404286768965</id><published>2005-09-12T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T12:40:42.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN #10: ARIANNA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Arianna is my two years and nine months old neice. She is learning new words, she can count to thirteen and recognizes different animals. My favorite words she says are KAKU (thank you) and bubbles. Arianna dances the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gasolina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; song and sings &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best of You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Yesterday I had to put her in time out because I caught her eating cat food. Arianna is going to be a social bug, every time we walk in a room she starts talking to people she don't even know. Even though you can't really underatand what she says you know what she is trying to tell you by her face experessions and her hand movements. My other favorite thing is when she get mad, she starts making this wierd faces that would make anyone laugh.I love her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928413-112655404286768965?l=anirachacon5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/feeds/112655404286768965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928413&amp;postID=112655404286768965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/112655404286768965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/112655404286768965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn-10-arianna.html' title='JN #10: ARIANNA'/><author><name>aNiRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11241189740923405675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41307806_8fed49c6a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928413.post-112655338691455658</id><published>2005-09-12T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T12:42:33.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN #9: ADVICE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The best advice I received was from Wendy, she convinced me to move out here. I wasn't to sure if I wanted to move out to the city. I was scared and nervous, I like the peace and quiet from Dateland even though theres not much to do. Another reason why I didn't want to move out here was my grandmother I didn't want to leave her I can't find my self sometimes without her. It was either SMCC or (Taco Tech) AWC. We would talk for hours all the time, she told me it would be much better out here, that I would have better opportunities in everything. It broke my heart having to leave Dateland but I got some courage and packed my bags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928413-112655338691455658?l=anirachacon5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/feeds/112655338691455658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928413&amp;postID=112655338691455658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/112655338691455658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/112655338691455658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn-9-advice.html' title='JN #9: ADVICE'/><author><name>aNiRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11241189740923405675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41307806_8fed49c6a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928413.post-112655299298957593</id><published>2005-09-12T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T12:43:11.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN #8: FAVORITE SONGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I have two favorite songs.&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fade In To You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;by &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mazzy Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Muelle de San Blaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Fade In To You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; because it relaxes my mind. I calm down when I listen to that song. Mazzy Star is not my favorite artist but since that first time I heard this song I loved it. I can somehow relate to it but not really. Mana in fact it is one of my favorite bands. Muelle de San Blaz is sad but yet exciting, I love the beat of the bass in this song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928413-112655299298957593?l=anirachacon5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/feeds/112655299298957593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928413&amp;postID=112655299298957593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/112655299298957593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/112655299298957593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn-8-favorite-songs.html' title='JN #8: FAVORITE SONGS'/><author><name>aNiRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11241189740923405675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41307806_8fed49c6a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928413.post-112655191966841308</id><published>2005-09-12T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T12:05:19.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN #7: INDESPENSIBLE POSSESSION</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;My indespensible possession would have to be my letter box.  I've had it since I was in grade school. In that box I keep all the letters from my friends and old pictures. I look through it every other year, I always get a kick out of it. Some of the letters are from when I was like five.  The pictures are also funny, it's wierd how people change in just a couple of months. I have never let anyone look through. My mom doesn't even know and I tell her everything. It's fun just having something of your own that people always try to get in.&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/15928413-112655191966841308?l=anirachacon5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/feeds/112655191966841308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928413&amp;postID=112655191966841308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/112655191966841308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/112655191966841308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn-7-indespensible-possession.html' title='JN #7: INDESPENSIBLE POSSESSION'/><author><name>aNiRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11241189740923405675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41307806_8fed49c6a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928413.post-112568088183282929</id><published>2005-09-02T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T12:46:36.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN #6: SMCC</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I was exicted about the fact that I was going to be a college student but more excited about attending SMCC. Right now I live in Mesa which is pretty far. Since I don't own a car yet I then started wondering how I would get to school. Luckily my sister's job is only like 7 minutes away I drop her off in the morning. It's funny because she doesn't trust me with her car but she has to or else she has to drop me off. After I'm done with my classes I go back to her work and hang out or just finish my homework. I hate not having a car.&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/15928413-112568088183282929?l=anirachacon5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/feeds/112568088183282929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928413&amp;postID=112568088183282929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/112568088183282929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/112568088183282929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn-6-smcc.html' title='JN #6: SMCC'/><author><name>aNiRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11241189740923405675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41307806_8fed49c6a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928413.post-112567997902820811</id><published>2005-09-02T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T12:44:39.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN #5: WIERD SPOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today I was watching the new episode of Real World like every Tuesday. I got and itch on my arm and noticed that I had four red spots on my arm. I told my sister but she said that they are some sort of blood vessel I didn't believe her but I guess she was right. I couldn't stand knowing that I had red spots on my arm and didn't know what they were. I started pick at one and it started bleeding, I got scared because it wouldn't stop. Then my sister got me in trouble for the reason that she told me what they were. It was obvious that if it's got someting to do with blood and I poke it it's going to bleed. I don't remember ever having them but she also says that they can just show up when ever. I hope the go away or that they won't get bigger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928413-112567997902820811?l=anirachacon5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/feeds/112567997902820811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928413&amp;postID=112567997902820811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/112567997902820811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/112567997902820811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn-5-wierd-spot.html' title='JN #5: WIERD SPOT'/><author><name>aNiRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11241189740923405675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41307806_8fed49c6a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928413.post-112567837749269005</id><published>2005-09-02T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T12:44:22.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN #4: MY HAIR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I woke up walked straight to the mirror and noticed that I need to dye my hair again. I beleive faded hair color looks ugly, I really hate it. Girls with nature black hair are so lucky I sometimes get jealous. I've been dying my hair since I was fifteen. My hair used to be really dark but one day I made the stupid mistake of putting highlights in it.After like a week I decided I didn't like them and ever since I dye my hair every three months to try and get it dark again. My grandfather would tell me everyday that I shouldn't of dyed my hair that I should be proud of my nature hair color. He just doesn't understand that it's all done for fashion reasons.&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/15928413-112567837749269005?l=anirachacon5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/feeds/112567837749269005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928413&amp;postID=112567837749269005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/112567837749269005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/112567837749269005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn-4-my-hair.html' title='JN #4: MY HAIR'/><author><name>aNiRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11241189740923405675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41307806_8fed49c6a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928413.post-112550723191642665</id><published>2005-08-31T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T12:43:54.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN #3: BORED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I never get bored. When I'm not with my sister Wendy. Wendy and I usually go to the movies I'm not old enough yet to go clubbin' with her. My favorite is when we just chill at the house and talk about everything. I also spend a lot of time with my highschool buddies especially Arisai. I hadn't seen Arisai since highschool and we've been hanging out a lot. We just usually go to her cousins apartment. A lot of kids hang out there but everybody knows eachother, we all graduated from the same highschool. It's a lot of fun I'm glad I moved out here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928413-112550723191642665?l=anirachacon5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/feeds/112550723191642665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928413&amp;postID=112550723191642665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/112550723191642665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/112550723191642665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/2005/08/jn-3-bored.html' title='JN #3: BORED'/><author><name>aNiRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11241189740923405675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41307806_8fed49c6a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928413.post-112550640491490902</id><published>2005-08-31T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T09:50:54.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN #2: HERO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My hero has always and will always be my grandmother. I lived with my grandmother ever since I was born so it's kind of hard for me now that we are apart. My grandmother has thought me alot about life. Thanks to her and her good heart I am what I am today. I want her to be proud of me so everyday I something in mind. I love my grandmother.&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/15928413-112550640491490902?l=anirachacon5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/feeds/112550640491490902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928413&amp;postID=112550640491490902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/112550640491490902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/112550640491490902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/2005/08/jn-2-hero.html' title='JN #2: HERO'/><author><name>aNiRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11241189740923405675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41307806_8fed49c6a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928413.post-112533618146997342</id><published>2005-08-29T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T09:52:34.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN #1: ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi! My name is Anira Chacon. I graduated from Antelope Union this past May. I used to live in Dateland, about 200 miles west. I recently moved out here with my sister Wendy, who is also my best firend and makes me late for class. I don't remember ever getting mad at her not counting the time she made me take a shower when I was five. My close friends and I had decided to attend MCC so we could all be closer but things exactly didn't go how I wanted them to. SMCC is a better school anyways it looks better and it was easier for me to register. Caitlan, this girl I graduated with attends classes here too we hardly ever talked in high school but it's better not to anyone, I guess. Orientation day was alright I met this really cute, nice guy who is my math class. We get along to good I think I started to like him a little but then yesterday he told me he had a girl friend which makes me a little sad. I met two of his friends which aren't that bad either. I'm reallt looking forward to my days here at SMCC.&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/15928413-112533618146997342?l=anirachacon5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/feeds/112533618146997342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928413&amp;postID=112533618146997342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/112533618146997342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928413/posts/default/112533618146997342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirachacon5.blogspot.com/2005/08/jn-1-me.html' title='JN #1: ME'/><author><name>aNiRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11241189740923405675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41307806_8fed49c6a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
