<?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-5566601676681471231</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:26:02.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life in Paragraphs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitywells1990.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566601676681471231/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitywells1990.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125717652779012257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a394.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/125/l_5ef06a0a375c9d6e1a21f8f0de9363e9.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5566601676681471231.post-7369866021792711080</id><published>2008-03-11T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T09:43:14.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to Sex a Hamster</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry I haven't update much lately. I guess I'm just super lazy these days and can't fit a post in between naps. I've been wearing a lot of sweatpants though so I guess that has something to do with it. Who knows? I just got some hamsters. They've been mating a lot though so I guess I should be expecting baby hamsters any day now. Kayla told me all about that. She is very wise when it comes to domestic rodents... and a plethora of other things. I can't tell you how happy I am that she agrees to be my friend. Some days I just don't know what I would do without her. Also her sense of fashion is amazing. Thats probably the real reason I haven't been blogging much, I'm just so intimidated by her ability to write. Oh well, I have to go feed my hamsters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5566601676681471231-7369866021792711080?l=charitywells1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitywells1990.blogspot.com/feeds/7369866021792711080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5566601676681471231&amp;postID=7369866021792711080&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566601676681471231/posts/default/7369866021792711080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566601676681471231/posts/default/7369866021792711080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitywells1990.blogspot.com/2008/03/learning-to-sex-hamster.html' title='Learning to Sex a Hamster'/><author><name>charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125717652779012257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a394.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/125/l_5ef06a0a375c9d6e1a21f8f0de9363e9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5566601676681471231.post-1732629036329898123</id><published>2008-01-17T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T17:35:17.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I notice she's your lover but she's nowhere near your heart</title><content type='html'>Last night was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;Started off boring, until I remembered about a 5 dollar barnes and nobles gift card I found in Andrew's room.  All the sudden a lightbulb came on in my head. Me and Andrew threw our jackets on and headed to redding. First, we went to best buy, to see if they would fix his car stereo. There was a guy around his early 20's sitting outside of it on a bench asking people for change. actually, he wasn't really asking, he was more like stating the sentence " got change."&lt;br /&gt;over and over again, extremely monotone. After Andrew and I got in the car, I really felt bad about not giving this guy any money, but I was kind of afraid, and Andrew said he was on drugs and would just spend the money on drugs. But If I were to give him money, then it would be his money to spend on what he wanted, hopefully not drugs, but I couldn't exactly tell him what to do with it. After pondering it for a few minutes, I decided I should definetly give him a few dollars. But Andrew wouldn't turn around. Then, we passed up the infamous kohls and went to  the petshop. I found a guineu pig that Im in love and that I'm pretty sure feels the same way about me, but I was not allowed to buy it. After that we went to the mall and I bought a sweet blue sweatshirt from AE (thanks Kayla!) and then Barnes and Nobles. I'm pretty sure I could stay all day in that bookstore and never get bored. I bought the book " Memoirs of a Boy Soldier" It's really good so far. It's about this boy who lived in Sierra Leone until his village and other surronding villages were attacked by rebels. Eventually, he gets put into the army at the age of 13 and it's just really intense. After that we went to my new favorite spot called Strings, the new italian cafe kind of next to but not in discovery village.  It was a good night. I just got kicked off of my own phone by a 7 year old girl who lives down the street who apparently needed to make a very important phone call. She's very persuasive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5566601676681471231-1732629036329898123?l=charitywells1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitywells1990.blogspot.com/feeds/1732629036329898123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5566601676681471231&amp;postID=1732629036329898123&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566601676681471231/posts/default/1732629036329898123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566601676681471231/posts/default/1732629036329898123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitywells1990.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-i-notice-shes-your-lover-but-shes.html' title='And I notice she&apos;s your lover but she&apos;s nowhere near your heart'/><author><name>charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125717652779012257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a394.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/125/l_5ef06a0a375c9d6e1a21f8f0de9363e9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5566601676681471231.post-7978078126557252132</id><published>2008-01-14T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T21:09:08.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is one more late night basement song</title><content type='html'>You know those girls you love to not like?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have those. They're so frustrating, I've never seen them be nice to anyone, not even their friends. Sometimes I just  want to yell at them and hope they get the picture, and maybe they'll start being a little bit nicer. Then I found out some news today, and I realized that their lives are not perfect. It may not give them an excuse to be jerks to people, but that doesn't mean I should be a jerk back. I really need to step back and examine a situation before I just jump to conclusions. Sometimes, what I need is to be just a little more humble and open minded. I want to dedicate my life to people who have been hurt or mistreated or misunderstood, and come to find out I don't really know what that means. Sometimes you have to look past people's flaws to see the good, and I'm pretty sure they all have a good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another topic, I have no idea what I want to do when I graduate. Part of me wants to go to Shasta College and then transfer to a four year university, part of me wants to take a year off and join the peace corps, ( I'm not kidding) and then go to college, or go to Shasta for 2 years then join the peace corps then go to a university. I'm very undecisive.&lt;br /&gt;And, what the heck am I doing with my life?&lt;br /&gt;I know I want to be a preschool teacher, but I also want to work for the UN and can you do both those things at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's the most I've ever written I think.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5566601676681471231-7978078126557252132?l=charitywells1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitywells1990.blogspot.com/feeds/7978078126557252132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5566601676681471231&amp;postID=7978078126557252132&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566601676681471231/posts/default/7978078126557252132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566601676681471231/posts/default/7978078126557252132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitywells1990.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-one-more-late-night-basement.html' title='This is one more late night basement song'/><author><name>charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125717652779012257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a394.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/125/l_5ef06a0a375c9d6e1a21f8f0de9363e9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5566601676681471231.post-764664155964136574</id><published>2008-01-05T16:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T16:39:31.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Send your words past your lips or keeps them safe behind your teeth, but the wrong words will strand you</title><content type='html'>True love can't be described as " true love" it's not a word, it's just a feeling.&lt;br /&gt;It's when your heart beats so hard you think it's gonna jump out of your chest and your so head over heels , your floating on clouds and it's just such an amazing feeling and your eyes sparkle and even your bad days are good because, after all, your in love.&lt;br /&gt;How does anyone really know what love is? Isn't it just when you have fun with that person, no matter what your doing, isn't it all about being with who makes you laugh, and so what if they've made you  cry a few times.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a child, I don't know what love is.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to doodle hearts all over my paper and smile.&lt;br /&gt;a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5566601676681471231-764664155964136574?l=charitywells1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitywells1990.blogspot.com/feeds/764664155964136574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5566601676681471231&amp;postID=764664155964136574&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566601676681471231/posts/default/764664155964136574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566601676681471231/posts/default/764664155964136574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitywells1990.blogspot.com/2008/01/send-your-words-past-your-lips-or-keeps.html' title='Send your words past your lips or keeps them safe behind your teeth, but the wrong words will strand you'/><author><name>charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125717652779012257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a394.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/125/l_5ef06a0a375c9d6e1a21f8f0de9363e9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5566601676681471231.post-7553613242512523180</id><published>2007-12-21T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T15:40:37.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An upbeat song with sad lyrics, 1000 days with no nights</title><content type='html'>Christmas is four days away.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I have this blog.&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to write about.&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I don;t have things to talk about, I'm a very interesting person, I just don't think I have things to talk about that I think anyone else cares about , or that I want a complete stranger reading.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll become a vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 of being a vegetarian -&lt;br /&gt;Not going so well , I had a beef chalupa supreme from taco bell.&lt;br /&gt;Someone bring me to a concert. Buy me a car.&lt;br /&gt;These are things I want/ need.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very tired. This post was pointless, kind of like this day.&lt;br /&gt;Someone hire me please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5566601676681471231-7553613242512523180?l=charitywells1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitywells1990.blogspot.com/feeds/7553613242512523180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5566601676681471231&amp;postID=7553613242512523180&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566601676681471231/posts/default/7553613242512523180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566601676681471231/posts/default/7553613242512523180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitywells1990.blogspot.com/2007/12/upbeat-song-with-sad-lyrics-1000-days.html' title='An upbeat song with sad lyrics, 1000 days with no nights'/><author><name>charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125717652779012257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a394.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/125/l_5ef06a0a375c9d6e1a21f8f0de9363e9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5566601676681471231.post-9138708398209228347</id><published>2007-12-08T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T11:07:45.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy oil, kind of like holy water.</title><content type='html'>Kayla's the only one who reads this blog. Or maybe she's the only one who comments it. Martha Stewart and Jessica Simpson are friends.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had more interesting things to type about. Well, I'm doing my research paper on teenage girls in abusive relationships. I got inspired to do this when I went to the RESPECT conference at the red lion hotel last month. It gave all the crazy facts and this lady, Dr. Jill Murray, who has appeared on Oprah! told us all these stories about girls in abusive relationships and all the horrible things that happened to them.Pretty depressing, but also pretty inspiring, seeing how there is this huge problem in our society that really doesn't get much publicity. In many counties, if a man is arrested for domestic violence, there is usually only a fine, and no mandatory jail time! That way, they can get out and kill their wife/ girlfriend, as long as they pay the 500 dollar fine. &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I seem to jump from topic to topic. On another note, my grandma and two aunts are over.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;that topic seemed boring , so I've jumped to another one.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have anything else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5566601676681471231-9138708398209228347?l=charitywells1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitywells1990.blogspot.com/feeds/9138708398209228347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5566601676681471231&amp;postID=9138708398209228347&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566601676681471231/posts/default/9138708398209228347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566601676681471231/posts/default/9138708398209228347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitywells1990.blogspot.com/2007/12/holy-oil-kind-of-like-holy-water.html' title='Holy oil, kind of like holy water.'/><author><name>charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125717652779012257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a394.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/125/l_5ef06a0a375c9d6e1a21f8f0de9363e9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5566601676681471231.post-3731936513298413507</id><published>2007-12-06T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T11:18:58.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is like a pair of socks.</title><content type='html'>bad day-&lt;br /&gt;Still haven't found my retainers.&lt;br /&gt;My knuckles hurt from kickboxing.&lt;br /&gt;My room is messy&lt;br /&gt;good day-&lt;br /&gt;My aunts and nana are coming to stay for a few days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things should really start evening themselves out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5566601676681471231-3731936513298413507?l=charitywells1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitywells1990.blogspot.com/feeds/3731936513298413507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5566601676681471231&amp;postID=3731936513298413507&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566601676681471231/posts/default/3731936513298413507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566601676681471231/posts/default/3731936513298413507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitywells1990.blogspot.com/2007/12/love-is-like-pair-of-socks.html' title='Love is like a pair of socks.'/><author><name>charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125717652779012257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a394.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/125/l_5ef06a0a375c9d6e1a21f8f0de9363e9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5566601676681471231.post-7915235339159232986</id><published>2007-12-01T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T18:20:51.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost retainers</title><content type='html'>I've lost my retainers. I have to wait until monday to go to my orthodontist and get new ones. I really hope my teeth don't move by then, I'll be bummed.&lt;br /&gt;Fact or Myth; senior year is your funnest year?&lt;br /&gt;Myth.&lt;br /&gt;Junior year was my funnest year.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even had that much fun this year.&lt;br /&gt;which is a bummer, because I'm a senior.&lt;br /&gt; So I figure if I just pretend to have a blast, like looking extremely happy in pictures, taking pictures of very exciting places and photoshopping my friends and I in there, I will think back on my senior year and think it was just such a blast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5566601676681471231-7915235339159232986?l=charitywells1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitywells1990.blogspot.com/feeds/7915235339159232986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5566601676681471231&amp;postID=7915235339159232986&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566601676681471231/posts/default/7915235339159232986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566601676681471231/posts/default/7915235339159232986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitywells1990.blogspot.com/2007/12/lost-retainers.html' title='Lost retainers'/><author><name>charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125717652779012257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a394.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/125/l_5ef06a0a375c9d6e1a21f8f0de9363e9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5566601676681471231.post-4534243053500011326</id><published>2007-11-30T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T08:34:18.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your excused tardy is not excused</title><content type='html'>So, this morning has been extrememly hectic.&lt;br /&gt;and so was last night.&lt;br /&gt;I spent an hour cleaning the house, only to come out at 11 at night to see my dad making tacos. He took all the ground beef and put it on the frying pan. That's fine, except for the fact that he didn't take it out of the package. After I quickly turned off the oven, scraped the burnt plastic off of the frying pan, and finished cooking the taco meat, I turn around to see my dad pouring pork and beans onto two plates. They should really be in bowls, but, obviously, my dad did not feel the need to do that. So once again I grab the plates out of my dad's hands right before any pork or bean falls out. Just as I finish cleaning up that mess, I turn around and my dad is making what is supposed to be mac n' cheese. At this point, I figure he's sleep walking. It's very dangerous to wake a sleepwalker  I heard, so I kind of just followed him around and made sure he didn't catch anything on fire. Then, he walked into my brother's room, woke them up, and told them it was time to eat dinner. Everyone was very confused, but they ate anyways... strange. Then this morning I woke up late and rushed to get ready, only for rachel to call and say that we were not going to first period because she woke up late. If I had known this, I could have slept in another hour! Especially seeing how I didn't go to sleep last night until one  in the morning! Anyways, I told my dad Rachel couldn't drive us and he decided he would take us to school. For some reason though, he passes up the exit and we go all the way into anderson and take the long way to school, so I end up being late anyways. My dad calls in and I go to the office to get my late slip, and the office lady decided I just don't get it. She just refuses to give it to me. I asked her if my dad called, and she said he did. So I really am not sure why I was not allowed to get my late slip. So now I have four hours of detention. Ridiculous. Oh yes, and also, on the way to school this morning, I spilled makeup all over my entire outfit. And the whole reason I have time to write this is because I spent two hours last night writing a 5 page essay for econ, only to find out my teacher moved the due date to monday and we all get to work on it today. So here I am, writing this blog, sitting next to Michael Maynard and Kris Short. I'll tell him you said hi Kayla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5566601676681471231-4534243053500011326?l=charitywells1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitywells1990.blogspot.com/feeds/4534243053500011326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5566601676681471231&amp;postID=4534243053500011326&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566601676681471231/posts/default/4534243053500011326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566601676681471231/posts/default/4534243053500011326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitywells1990.blogspot.com/2007/11/your-excused-tardy-is-not-excused.html' title='Your excused tardy is not excused'/><author><name>charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125717652779012257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a394.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/125/l_5ef06a0a375c9d6e1a21f8f0de9363e9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5566601676681471231.post-8577421307367751463</id><published>2007-11-30T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T00:35:34.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Hair Day?</title><content type='html'>So I just recently got my haircut. I wake up the other day and I'm sent to the store for eggs or some ridiculous ingredient my dad needed that very moment. so Im at the store and Im buying my stuff and the cashier guy looks at me, and says " having a bad hair day?" .  I looked at him completly stunned. what's worse, having a bad hair day or the fact that I hadn't showered yet? so I replied, " Um.... yeah, kinda. I haven't really sho- I just woke up umm.." and it was just the strangest thing ever. what if I wasn't having a bad hair day, what if I had spent hours doing my hair like that and this guy just crushed my self confidence? ridiculous. It's extremely late, I just can't sleep. My mom's been in the hospital this week because her Lupus is like really bad, but shes doing fine. It was so funny though when I went to visit her. She was on some intense medication the first night I got there, and it's really funny to picture my mom high, but even funnier to see her actually being high. can I just give you guys some examples of what she did.&lt;br /&gt;first, my dad called , and chad's like " hey mom, dads on the phone." and my mom says " tell him Im not here, tell him Im dead. Bahahahah!" and thought that was really funny. Then she made fun of my brother, chad, by saying " Oh, my name is chad. Rachel doesn't love me, but emily does. " and making crying noises. Im pretty sure she was making fun of my brother for getting broken up with. then john convinced her that I was engaged. She also told us that prisoners were outside and they were licking the tables so we better make sure we wash our hands really good when we go back inside. then she called a nurse " as dumb as an apple." and said a doctor gave her the "heebie jeebies" then did a heeby jeebies dance. Needless to say,I was very excited to visit her the next day. turns out, they fixed her medication or whatever and she was her usual sober self. bummer, I know. but it was fun while it lasted!&lt;br /&gt;anyways, Im going to pretend to sleep for 6 hours. Oh yeah, I also wrote a 5 page essay today in 2 hours. good, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5566601676681471231-8577421307367751463?l=charitywells1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitywells1990.blogspot.com/feeds/8577421307367751463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5566601676681471231&amp;postID=8577421307367751463&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566601676681471231/posts/default/8577421307367751463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566601676681471231/posts/default/8577421307367751463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitywells1990.blogspot.com/2007/11/bad-hair-day.html' title='Bad Hair Day?'/><author><name>charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125717652779012257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a394.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/125/l_5ef06a0a375c9d6e1a21f8f0de9363e9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5566601676681471231.post-8077517975809140205</id><published>2007-11-25T20:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T21:02:58.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about time...</title><content type='html'>So I finally got my password...I know Kayla's stoked! lol&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I could figure out how to get my music to work, I think I still have to delete my old music, but I don't know how... kayla?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I can't believe thanksgiving break is almost over, this stinks! school's a real drag! :P&lt;br /&gt;I feel discontent lately, my life has become extremely mediocore and mundane, I need something new and exciting, anyone have any ideas? I just want something different to happen, good different though, definetly not bad different. As soon as I find something, I'll be sure to write about it. Well, I don't have anything interesting to write about... today anyways. Tomorrow's a whole new day, hopefully the blog post will be a lot more interesting!&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5566601676681471231-8077517975809140205?l=charitywells1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitywells1990.blogspot.com/feeds/8077517975809140205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5566601676681471231&amp;postID=8077517975809140205&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566601676681471231/posts/default/8077517975809140205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566601676681471231/posts/default/8077517975809140205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitywells1990.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s about time...'/><author><name>charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125717652779012257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a394.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/125/l_5ef06a0a375c9d6e1a21f8f0de9363e9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5566601676681471231.post-4676523071938518576</id><published>2007-06-28T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T22:53:28.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar hero, air guitar, and of course, the acoustic</title><content type='html'>So i just finished playing guitar hero, and I have to admit, Im freakishly good at that game. so we've got the etch a sketch and guitar hero, I cant wait to find out what other useful talents God has given me. :) So Im going to my grandmas to stay from the 1st through the 10th, so that should be fun. I got a 25 cent raise at the chocolate factory, sweet right? (no pun intended)&lt;br /&gt;So I really want to really learn how to play my acoustic guitar, Ive clearly been inspired by guitar hero. Theres only a certain amount of songs you can play with 6 chords... most of them are by the beatles... anyways, work wasnt really that bad today, it was actually kind of fun. my boss brought her son in and hes the cutest! I work tomorrow and the next day, but I think seeing a movie after I get off work (830) would be fun... ( hint hint, someone want to see a movie?)&lt;br /&gt;Me and Rach watched the notebook today, I always think I dont like that movie, then I watch it and sob my eyes out. yes, I am a pansy ?  its okay, Im a girl, its allowed. Chad cried too though, so Im not sure what he is now.&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone been reading the tabloids lately? They all say " Look at nicole Richies bump, is she pregnant?" I think thats the rudest! they write about her all the time about how shes way too skinny, then when she gets not so skinny, the accuse her of being pregnant....&lt;br /&gt;okay, so she might be pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;I went to claires, and after nudging my way past an 11 year old gothic girl and a 4  year old girl dancing to the Hilary Duff music on, I found some cute earrings.&lt;br /&gt;Can you ever grow out of Claires?&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I ordered a bathing suit online. I ordered it yesterday and they havent even shipped it yet! I guess thats why it said it will take 6-10 days to get here... whatever, Im impatient.&lt;br /&gt;well, I think thats all the news Ive got going on.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow , Im gonna sign up for drivers school and community service.&lt;br /&gt;fun?&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;char&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5566601676681471231-4676523071938518576?l=charitywells1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitywells1990.blogspot.com/feeds/4676523071938518576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5566601676681471231&amp;postID=4676523071938518576&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566601676681471231/posts/default/4676523071938518576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566601676681471231/posts/default/4676523071938518576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitywells1990.blogspot.com/2007/06/guitar-hero-air-guitar-and-of-course.html' title='Guitar hero, air guitar, and of course, the acoustic'/><author><name>charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125717652779012257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a394.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/125/l_5ef06a0a375c9d6e1a21f8f0de9363e9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5566601676681471231.post-7449101259794753014</id><published>2007-06-27T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T03:42:25.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im obviously very forgetful</title><content type='html'>so Ive had this blog for almost a day and I already forgot my password and username. I had to have it emailed to me. well, its 330 in the morning, and for some reason, Im still awake. I should definetly go to bed, theres no reason to stay up. I have nothing to do, I just cant seem to sleep. ever. okay, thats a lie, but its really tough to get to sleep. in other words, I might apply for sonic. I have to talk it over with my mom and see what she thinks, but it seems like it would be a better job than the chocolate factory. my friend val says she getse 25 dollars a night just in tips. I used to get about 3 dollars in tips before  my boss took my tip jar away. im clearly very bitter. Im craving scrabble. thats strange. kayla, I really hope that picture doesnt fall on your head tonight.  Sonic looked fun, I went there tonight for the first time, it was sweet. and a bunch of my friends work there. well, Im too tired to write anything interesting, but one of these days, Im gonna write about current events and social justice, the slave trade, and sales going on at old navy, all very important things. but not today. Im gonna go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5566601676681471231-7449101259794753014?l=charitywells1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitywells1990.blogspot.com/feeds/7449101259794753014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5566601676681471231&amp;postID=7449101259794753014&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566601676681471231/posts/default/7449101259794753014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566601676681471231/posts/default/7449101259794753014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitywells1990.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-obviously-very-forgetful.html' title='Im obviously very forgetful'/><author><name>charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125717652779012257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a394.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/125/l_5ef06a0a375c9d6e1a21f8f0de9363e9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5566601676681471231.post-121599880464242394</id><published>2007-06-26T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T19:28:57.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>working out or passing out?</title><content type='html'>so I got a workout video from blockbuster, get ripped 1000?&lt;br /&gt;the worst!well, its probably really good if you want to get ripped, but I  dont feel the need to be ripped, or lift 10000 pound weights in the air for an hour straight, I think Ive pulled every muscle in my body. anyways, for those of who you dont know, I forgot my name and password to my old blog, so Kayla made me this one last night when I spent the night at her house. It was real fun, we watched diehard with a vengeance ( I think) and played scrabble until around 3 in the morning, but what can I say, we're just a bunch of crazy kids. I won.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, We tied. &lt;br /&gt;I learned about 5 new military terms during that game. it was intense.&lt;br /&gt;soo.. then I came home today and went to Rachels house and we looked online for new bathing suits. I think Im gonna get this cute brown like crocheted one from aeropostale.&lt;br /&gt;my phone wont stop ringing.&lt;br /&gt;on another note, I found out that Im freakishly  good at the etch a sketch. so Is Emily Shipman.&lt;br /&gt;she told me to write that. Im actually a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;can someone please tell me what to do for my 5 day community service?&lt;br /&gt;and an idea for a senior project would be nice. itd be very easy to fake a senior project.&lt;br /&gt;thats all I got.&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5566601676681471231-121599880464242394?l=charitywells1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitywells1990.blogspot.com/feeds/121599880464242394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5566601676681471231&amp;postID=121599880464242394&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566601676681471231/posts/default/121599880464242394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566601676681471231/posts/default/121599880464242394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitywells1990.blogspot.com/2007/06/working-out-or-passing-out.html' title='working out or passing out?'/><author><name>charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125717652779012257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a394.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/125/l_5ef06a0a375c9d6e1a21f8f0de9363e9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5566601676681471231.post-5856600824670875087</id><published>2007-06-25T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T23:00:30.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kaylas the best?</title><content type='html'>hey, this is a test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5566601676681471231-5856600824670875087?l=charitywells1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charitywells1990.blogspot.com/feeds/5856600824670875087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5566601676681471231&amp;postID=5856600824670875087&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566601676681471231/posts/default/5856600824670875087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566601676681471231/posts/default/5856600824670875087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charitywells1990.blogspot.com/2007/06/kaylas-best.html' title='kaylas the best?'/><author><name>charity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00125717652779012257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a394.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/125/l_5ef06a0a375c9d6e1a21f8f0de9363e9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
