<?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-15928358</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:36:26.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexandrea freshman compsotion Journal</title><subtitle type='html'>I am 5"6 with short black hair and I have three older brothers and a dog. I also have two nephews name David and Josh.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alexandrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02660963605900852575</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/25/41307794_f02ebdef5b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928358.post-113259098695010969</id><published>2005-11-21T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T08:37:06.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal#32Thanksgiving tradition</title><content type='html'>My Thanksgiving traditions change every year. Like last year we had Thanksgiving at this fancy resturant. We had it with my brothers and their friends and we got all dressed up. This year it's going to be differnt were probably going to eat regular food and then I am going over my friend house and having deep fired turkey, also pumkin pie and pound cake. But there is something that always stays the same my mom never comes down for Thanksgiving and we never go to Chicago for Thanksgiving. It's been like this for four years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928358-113259098695010969?l=aleai39521.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/feeds/113259098695010969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928358&amp;postID=113259098695010969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/113259098695010969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/113259098695010969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/2005/11/journal32thanksgiving-tradition.html' title='Journal#32Thanksgiving tradition'/><author><name>Alexandrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02660963605900852575</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/25/41307794_f02ebdef5b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928358.post-113133176866765051</id><published>2005-11-06T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T08:44:59.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal#31 Free writing</title><content type='html'>Well Friday is going to be a good day because I am hanging out with one of my hom girls. But other than that I am not going to do anything this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928358-113133176866765051?l=aleai39521.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/feeds/113133176866765051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928358&amp;postID=113133176866765051' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/113133176866765051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/113133176866765051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/2005/11/journal31-free-writing.html' title='Journal#31 Free writing'/><author><name>Alexandrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02660963605900852575</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/25/41307794_f02ebdef5b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928358.post-113095121143710128</id><published>2005-11-02T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T18:50:36.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal#30 How to write a essay</title><content type='html'>You write a paper as Topic Sentence, Main idea and Conclusion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928358-113095121143710128?l=aleai39521.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/feeds/113095121143710128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928358&amp;postID=113095121143710128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/113095121143710128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/113095121143710128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/2005/11/journal30-how-to-write-essay.html' title='Journal#30 How to write a essay'/><author><name>Alexandrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02660963605900852575</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/25/41307794_f02ebdef5b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928358.post-113086269172975233</id><published>2005-11-01T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T18:50:16.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal#29 Best commercial ever saw</title><content type='html'>The best commerical that I have ever seen would have to be the squiral and the other animal when they start doing there little dance. It is for the Block Buster commerical. Those animals are really funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928358-113086269172975233?l=aleai39521.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/feeds/113086269172975233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928358&amp;postID=113086269172975233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/113086269172975233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/113086269172975233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/2005/11/journal29-best-commercial-ever-saw.html' title='Journal#29 Best commercial ever saw'/><author><name>Alexandrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02660963605900852575</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/25/41307794_f02ebdef5b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928358.post-113034545308933885</id><published>2005-10-26T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T08:28:48.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal#27One piece of technology</title><content type='html'>The one piece of technology that I can't live without is my cell phone and the reason why I can't live without my phone is because, I wouldn't have any way of communicating. The reason why I can't live without it is because I don't have a house phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928358-113034545308933885?l=aleai39521.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/feeds/113034545308933885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928358&amp;postID=113034545308933885' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/113034545308933885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/113034545308933885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal27one-piece-of-technology.html' title='Journal#27One piece of technology'/><author><name>Alexandrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02660963605900852575</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/25/41307794_f02ebdef5b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928358.post-112973999298058386</id><published>2005-10-19T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T09:28:30.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joiurnal #26 Free</title><content type='html'>Today is my birthday I am 19 years old and I don't feel any differnt. Basically the only thing that I am going to do on my birthday is go to the mall eat lunch with my friends and then go to the mall with my mom and aunt cause they came down to bring me my car. Then go and eat dinner at a nice resturant that basically all I am going to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928358-112973999298058386?l=aleai39521.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/feeds/112973999298058386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928358&amp;postID=112973999298058386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112973999298058386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112973999298058386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/2005/10/joiurnal-26-free.html' title='Joiurnal #26 Free'/><author><name>Alexandrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02660963605900852575</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/25/41307794_f02ebdef5b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928358.post-112956679132772961</id><published>2005-10-17T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T09:28:11.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal#25 FREE Writing</title><content type='html'>Well this weekend was okay. I didn't really do that much Friday all I basically did was stay home. Then Saturday I went to the haunted house with a bunch of my friends and it was really fun. There was this one haunted house that wasn't really scary. Then the others were, there was also this maze that you had to go in that was fun me and a bunch of my other friends were scaring the ones that was really scared. The funny part is that the maze didn't have any scary things jumping out and scaring you.&lt;br /&gt;Then sunday I just relaxed and hung out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928358-112956679132772961?l=aleai39521.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/feeds/112956679132772961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928358&amp;postID=112956679132772961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112956679132772961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112956679132772961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal25-free-writing.html' title='Journal#25 FREE Writing'/><author><name>Alexandrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02660963605900852575</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/25/41307794_f02ebdef5b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928358.post-112922195885494365</id><published>2005-10-13T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T09:47:25.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal#22Have I ever been discriminated against</title><content type='html'>Yes, I have been discriminated against. It was my Senior year of highschool and soccer try-outs were going on. We had to try out for about four weeks and they would decide who goes on which team, well the seniors had to be put onto the Varsity side or then they would get kicked off the team. Well that's not exacly how it went for me I stoped trying out. The reason for that was, my coach picked the teams and every one was put on either J.V. or varsity. Know tell me why he didn't put the two black girls on a team. He told us that we had to try out for two more weeks and then he will decide which team we go on. Now I know that I am good eneough to have been on Varsity for the three years that I was at my highchool but the coach was racist because every year the varsity team was all white. No one of racist was on that team.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928358-112922195885494365?l=aleai39521.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/feeds/112922195885494365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928358&amp;postID=112922195885494365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112922195885494365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112922195885494365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal22have-i-ever-been.html' title='Journal#22Have I ever been discriminated against'/><author><name>Alexandrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02660963605900852575</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/25/41307794_f02ebdef5b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928358.post-112891613692310002</id><published>2005-10-09T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T09:48:41.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal#24what would i do if someone in front of me in the movie line</title><content type='html'>The thing that I would do if someone got in front of me in the movie line. I would say excuse me and then I ask them to get in the back of the line. Then if they were very rude then  would probably just get in front of them. Then if they started cursing me out then I would ask why are you being that rude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928358-112891613692310002?l=aleai39521.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/feeds/112891613692310002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928358&amp;postID=112891613692310002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112891613692310002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112891613692310002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal24what-would-i-do-if-someone-in.html' title='Journal#24what would i do if someone in front of me in the movie line'/><author><name>Alexandrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02660963605900852575</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/25/41307794_f02ebdef5b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928358.post-112863100492333384</id><published>2005-10-06T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T09:48:32.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal#23what would I do if I ordered ice cream cone and forgot to bring money</title><content type='html'>If I ordered ice cream and I forgot to bring money. Then I would have a stupid look on my face and then figure out how not to look stupid. But I would basically give it back and appoligize for the stupid thing that I didl. Then I would probrably not go back to the ice cream shop any more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928358-112863100492333384?l=aleai39521.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/feeds/112863100492333384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928358&amp;postID=112863100492333384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112863100492333384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112863100492333384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal23what-would-i-do-if-i-ordered.html' title='Journal#23what would I do if I ordered ice cream cone and forgot to bring money'/><author><name>Alexandrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02660963605900852575</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/25/41307794_f02ebdef5b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928358.post-112854911938261157</id><published>2005-10-05T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T13:27:17.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal#21 what would you do</title><content type='html'>What would I do if I woke upin another country and no one could understand me?&lt;br /&gt;The thing that I would do is first pank and figure out what I am doing here again. Then I would go on like it is a normal day, then i would wonder whats going on with everything. Then I would find a friend that was bilingual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928358-112854911938261157?l=aleai39521.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/feeds/112854911938261157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928358&amp;postID=112854911938261157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112854911938261157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112854911938261157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal21-what-would-you-do.html' title='Journal#21 what would you do'/><author><name>Alexandrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02660963605900852575</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/25/41307794_f02ebdef5b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928358.post-112853045207657890</id><published>2005-10-05T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T13:27:01.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jouranl#20Free writing</title><content type='html'>This weekend wasn't really exciting I didn't really do that much. Friday night I just stayed home cause me and all my friends were broke, then Saturday we went to Arizona beach club and that was pretty boring and we went to MCC football game that was okay there weren't alot of people there. Then Sunday I didn't really do anything except for relaxed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928358-112853045207657890?l=aleai39521.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/feeds/112853045207657890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928358&amp;postID=112853045207657890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112853045207657890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112853045207657890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/2005/10/jouranl20free-writing.html' title='Jouranl#20Free writing'/><author><name>Alexandrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02660963605900852575</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/25/41307794_f02ebdef5b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928358.post-112835728954089700</id><published>2005-10-03T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T13:26:41.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal#19what would you do if you saw little bugs in your salad</title><content type='html'>The thing that I would do if I found bugs. I would start complaning to the manager that there are bugs in my food and then start demanding that I should get my food for free. Then if the manager didn't give it to me free then I would start getting a little bit antsy then I would get really upset. Then I would never go back to that resturant again. I would also tell all the people that I know that they should not go there because they don't care if there are any insects in the food that they are getting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928358-112835728954089700?l=aleai39521.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/feeds/112835728954089700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928358&amp;postID=112835728954089700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112835728954089700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112835728954089700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal19what-would-you-do-if-you-saw.html' title='Journal#19what would you do if you saw little bugs in your salad'/><author><name>Alexandrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02660963605900852575</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/25/41307794_f02ebdef5b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928358.post-112792810614420219</id><published>2005-09-28T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T10:22:52.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal#4what I noticed about myself</title><content type='html'>The thing that I have noticed about myself is that I am a very shy and quite person. Some people take that as me being a mean person because they say that I have that look in my face. I don't really notice when I have a mean look on my face it is just that I get really scasred and I might have a look on my face without even knowing. So that is one thing that I have to work on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928358-112792810614420219?l=aleai39521.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/feeds/112792810614420219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928358&amp;postID=112792810614420219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112792810614420219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112792810614420219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal4what-i-noticed-about-myself.html' title='Journal#4what I noticed about myself'/><author><name>Alexandrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02660963605900852575</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/25/41307794_f02ebdef5b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928358.post-112785493597962328</id><published>2005-09-27T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T10:13:18.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #18 If I could give any gift in the world what would I give and to whom</title><content type='html'>The gift that I would give is that I would buy a house for my mom in the counrty with tress surrounding the house and a pond in the back of the house. So that she move and get away from my dad. Then I would buy her a nice luxury car. Then after I bought her that I would buy my brother a nice sports car. The reason why I would give her a basically what she wanted since I was little is because she took care of me my whole life and the reason why I would get my brother a car is because he told me that I could be his roommate until he gets married. Then he would give me a job if I didn't have one. Pluse when I was seventeen I totaled his car so I actually need to get him a nice car cause he has crapy looking cars when I was a teenager. Pluse it would be a nice thing to do for my brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928358-112785493597962328?l=aleai39521.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/feeds/112785493597962328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928358&amp;postID=112785493597962328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112785493597962328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112785493597962328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-18-if-i-could-give-any-gift-in.html' title='Journal #18 If I could give any gift in the world what would I give and to whom'/><author><name>Alexandrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02660963605900852575</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/25/41307794_f02ebdef5b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928358.post-112734101657205456</id><published>2005-09-21T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T10:08:28.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal # 17 What would happen if animals could talk?</title><content type='html'>If my animal could talk more he would have some of alot of smart like things and he would probably curse me out alot. The reason why is because he thought that he was the head person/ dog, cause he always thought that he was a human. They would probably ask alot of more cause we would understand them. The things that I would ask my dog is how does it feel to walk on four legs. Then ask him how is to go to the bathroom with alot of people watching.Then I would ask how does it feel for human beiings taking care of you and  all you have to do is just lay around and run outside so basically do nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928358-112734101657205456?l=aleai39521.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/feeds/112734101657205456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928358&amp;postID=112734101657205456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112734101657205456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112734101657205456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-17-what-would-happen-if.html' title='Journal # 17 What would happen if animals could talk?'/><author><name>Alexandrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02660963605900852575</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/25/41307794_f02ebdef5b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928358.post-112734066236338173</id><published>2005-09-21T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T09:46:26.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal#16 what would happen if there was no television</title><content type='html'>The thing that would happen would be is that every kid would study alot more. They would also go out side alot more than they do  know. The reason why it would be good is because we wouldn't have alot of kids that would be over weight. Also kids wouldn't have heart diease because they are over weight. They would probably be on the computer more too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928358-112734066236338173?l=aleai39521.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/feeds/112734066236338173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928358&amp;postID=112734066236338173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112734066236338173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112734066236338173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal16-what-would-happen-if-there.html' title='Journal#16 what would happen if there was no television'/><author><name>Alexandrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02660963605900852575</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/25/41307794_f02ebdef5b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928358.post-112732231257633139</id><published>2005-09-21T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T10:05:58.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal # 15 Free writing</title><content type='html'>Yesturday wasn't a really good day for me. I went through alot of things. Any way all that I did was talk on the phone with a bunch of friends and then I basically came home from school and did all of my homework. I didn't fet home from school until 4:00 that is because I went with my brother to school to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928358-112732231257633139?l=aleai39521.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/feeds/112732231257633139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928358&amp;postID=112732231257633139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112732231257633139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112732231257633139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-15-free-writing.html' title='Journal # 15 Free writing'/><author><name>Alexandrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02660963605900852575</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/25/41307794_f02ebdef5b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928358.post-112714945274433455</id><published>2005-09-19T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T10:05:45.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal # 14 If I could become invisible</title><content type='html'>If I could become invisible I would go to differnt places that I could never go into. I would go into bars and just see what it is all about and that way no one can see me. The other thing that I would go to people house and see if they were talking about me and what not. The other thing that I would do is see if I could go threw walls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928358-112714945274433455?l=aleai39521.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/feeds/112714945274433455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928358&amp;postID=112714945274433455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112714945274433455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112714945274433455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-14-if-i-could-become-invisible.html' title='Journal # 14 If I could become invisible'/><author><name>Alexandrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02660963605900852575</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/25/41307794_f02ebdef5b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928358.post-112714811815590134</id><published>2005-09-19T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T10:05:24.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal # 13 The thing that really bugs me</title><content type='html'>The one thing that really gets on my nerves is when people eat with there mouths wide open and then starts to smack like there is no tommorow. The other thing that really bugs me is when people nose itches in the inside and they try to scratch it so they make these really wierd noses. That are so loud and they would do for a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928358-112714811815590134?l=aleai39521.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/feeds/112714811815590134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928358&amp;postID=112714811815590134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112714811815590134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112714811815590134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-13-thing-that-really-bugs-me.html' title='Journal # 13 The thing that really bugs me'/><author><name>Alexandrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02660963605900852575</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/25/41307794_f02ebdef5b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928358.post-112714769094839386</id><published>2005-09-19T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T09:35:17.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal 12 If I could fly</title><content type='html'>If I could fly I would use my abilty to go all over the world to see differnt things. I would also go out at night and just  see what it is like to fly at night with out really seeing anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928358-112714769094839386?l=aleai39521.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/feeds/112714769094839386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928358&amp;postID=112714769094839386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112714769094839386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112714769094839386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-12-if-i-could-fly.html' title='Journal 12 If I could fly'/><author><name>Alexandrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02660963605900852575</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/25/41307794_f02ebdef5b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928358.post-112672282224056711</id><published>2005-09-14T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T09:34:59.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal # 11 My favorite book and why</title><content type='html'>My favorite book would have to be The Second Summer of the Sisterhood by Ann Brashares. The reason why it is my favorite book is because it is based of the movie The Sisterhood of the Traveling pants, that movie was my favorite and so I thought that I would give the book a try also. It is also very good it is like a really girly book though because it telling you the problems and the things that they are doing. Then it tells you about how they stayed friends because of the pants. If they didn't have them then they would probably would have not stayed friends. So basically these pants that they keep mailing each other they basically fit each one of them so they got them and mailing back and forth after they worn them for the whole week without washing them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928358-112672282224056711?l=aleai39521.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/feeds/112672282224056711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928358&amp;postID=112672282224056711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112672282224056711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112672282224056711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-11-my-favorite-book-and-why.html' title='Journal # 11 My favorite book and why'/><author><name>Alexandrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02660963605900852575</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/25/41307794_f02ebdef5b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928358.post-112671666385716661</id><published>2005-09-14T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T11:21:16.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal#10 FREE</title><content type='html'>Friday I went to go and play pool with a bunch of people on Mill and University. Then after we went to play pool we went to the Buzz, when we went there was hardly any one there. Then after ward we went to the Jack in the Box after ward and just hang out with people. Then on Saturday I didn't really do anything then on Sunday I just hung out with a bunch of friends that I haven't seen in a long time. Monday I went to school then I went to a party that started 9:00 and it was my friends birthday I had a lot of fun so that was cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928358-112671666385716661?l=aleai39521.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/feeds/112671666385716661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928358&amp;postID=112671666385716661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112671666385716661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112671666385716661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal10-free.html' title='Journal#10 FREE'/><author><name>Alexandrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02660963605900852575</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/25/41307794_f02ebdef5b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928358.post-112613939995783393</id><published>2005-09-07T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T11:17:02.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal#9the best advice that I've gotten</title><content type='html'>The best advice that  have gotten is that if you work hard eneough then you can make it. Also that you can not be lazy for your dreams to come true you have to work for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928358-112613939995783393?l=aleai39521.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/feeds/112613939995783393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928358&amp;postID=112613939995783393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112613939995783393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112613939995783393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal9the-best-advice-that-ive.html' title='Journal#9the best advice that I&apos;ve gotten'/><author><name>Alexandrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02660963605900852575</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/25/41307794_f02ebdef5b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928358.post-112613904525593884</id><published>2005-09-07T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T17:24:18.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal#2 My hero</title><content type='html'>My hero isn't really famous but she has been through alot. The person that I consider my hero is my mom, the reason that I  consider her my hero is because she has been through alot. She grew up in a very poor family she has told me stories and all I wanted to do is cry. I am so proud of my mom because she is now a sussecful dentist and she has graduated from highschool, college and dental school at UIC with a learning disabilty. She was also the first African American to graduate from University of Illinois, so that is also why I am proud of her and that is why she is my hero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928358-112613904525593884?l=aleai39521.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/feeds/112613904525593884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928358&amp;postID=112613904525593884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112613904525593884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112613904525593884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal2-my-hero.html' title='Journal#2 My hero'/><author><name>Alexandrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02660963605900852575</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/25/41307794_f02ebdef5b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928358.post-112611460763593087</id><published>2005-09-07T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T11:16:04.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal#8 what is my favorite song and why</title><content type='html'>My favorite song is by Don Omar and it is called Dale. The reason that I like that song is because that I heard it when I was on vacation in Dominican Republic and I got into it when I was hanging out with my friends down there, when we were going to the clubs that is what we would listen to before we go out. It just gets you into the dance mood. Also I just like listening to Reggaton, Salsa, Hip Hop and R&amp;B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928358-112611460763593087?l=aleai39521.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/feeds/112611460763593087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928358&amp;postID=112611460763593087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112611460763593087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112611460763593087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal8-what-is-my-favorite-song-and.html' title='Journal#8 what is my favorite song and why'/><author><name>Alexandrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02660963605900852575</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/25/41307794_f02ebdef5b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928358.post-112605628004444392</id><published>2005-09-06T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T09:34:41.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal#7 My most indispensable possession is.</title><content type='html'>The one thing that I can't live with out is my Pooh bear. The reason why I can't live with out that is because I had it ever since I was a baby. So it carries alot of memories, it's been places I have been and it has been locked up in a safe and I have left it in a hotel. When I moved my bear has moved with me, it was like my best friend when I was a little girl. If I ever loose it I will be heart broken cause it's a part of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928358-112605628004444392?l=aleai39521.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/feeds/112605628004444392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928358&amp;postID=112605628004444392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112605628004444392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112605628004444392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal7-my-most-indispensable.html' title='Journal#7 My most indispensable possession is.'/><author><name>Alexandrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02660963605900852575</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/25/41307794_f02ebdef5b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928358.post-112605564995130163</id><published>2005-09-06T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T09:55:14.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal# 3 what I do when i'm bored</title><content type='html'>The thing that I do when I am bored is go on the computer and just mess around on it. The other thing that I do is play videoo games on the computer or on the play station. Then the other things that I do is go and hang out with some of my friends and play softball, soccer and basketball or just go to the gym. Then go to my old highschool track and run laps there. Then other times I just sit around the house and watch tv and mess with my two brothers that I live with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928358-112605564995130163?l=aleai39521.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/feeds/112605564995130163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928358&amp;postID=112605564995130163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112605564995130163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112605564995130163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-3-what-i-do-when-im-bored.html' title='Journal# 3 what I do when i&apos;m bored'/><author><name>Alexandrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02660963605900852575</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/25/41307794_f02ebdef5b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928358.post-112550754321716662</id><published>2005-08-31T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T17:36:30.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal#6 The one difficulty I faced coming to SMCC</title><content type='html'>The difficulty that I face coming to this school is that I run in to some of the kids that I went to highschool with and also the classes and how you work in the computer all the time for the class that I have. The other thing is that you can actually blend in and people will never know that you exist and that goes for the classes, if  you don't talk the teacher will never know that you are there. But it is better than a actual University cause you can get help from the teachers all you have to do is go up to them. Then is also a place were you can go to get help. Then there aren't really any dances in college like there is in high school. It is basically a very different atmosphere than any were. Pluse SMCC is getting ready for a University or the reall world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928358-112550754321716662?l=aleai39521.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/feeds/112550754321716662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928358&amp;postID=112550754321716662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112550754321716662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112550754321716662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/2005/08/journal6-one-difficulty-i-faced-coming.html' title='Journal#6 The one difficulty I faced coming to SMCC'/><author><name>Alexandrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02660963605900852575</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/25/41307794_f02ebdef5b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928358.post-112534422302653788</id><published>2005-08-29T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T17:09:20.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #4 what i noticed</title><content type='html'>The thing that noticed about myself today is that I need to be more out going. Cause I am very quite because I am shy and I need to change that about myself cause it will heart me in the real world and if I am not quit and vey out going then I will meet more people and get differnt friends then what I have now. Basically I need to stop kepping to myself cause people think that I am very stuck up because I don't talk and the expresion that they say that I have on my face what also I need to change. I have alot of things that I eed to change about myself and it will take some time, but I can do it. The whole shy thing about me has been there ever since I was six years old and it has made my social life vey hard and cause of it I didn't have that many friends and couldn't talk to many of the guys that I wanted to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928358-112534422302653788?l=aleai39521.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/feeds/112534422302653788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928358&amp;postID=112534422302653788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112534422302653788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112534422302653788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/2005/08/journal-4-what-i-noticed.html' title='Journal #4 what i noticed'/><author><name>Alexandrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02660963605900852575</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/25/41307794_f02ebdef5b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928358.post-112533639312027196</id><published>2005-08-29T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T18:09:03.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal # 1 About me</title><content type='html'>My name is Alexandrea Ray I was born in Chicago IL. then I moved to Arizona when I was fourteen. I went to Marcos De Niza highschool I am 18 yrs. old, My favorite sport to play is soccer since I was six yeaars old I  was on a league called AYSO. It was really popular in Chicago my position on the soccer team is goalie. I would have played soccer  my Senioor year and in college but because I spranned my ankle and also broke it once and then toar a legament in my knee and dis located both of my shoulders at differnt times I can't play any more. Well I can't play for any team I still play in the park. I also played basketball when I was in the fifth grade through freshmen year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928358-112533639312027196?l=aleai39521.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/feeds/112533639312027196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928358&amp;postID=112533639312027196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112533639312027196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928358/posts/default/112533639312027196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleai39521.blogspot.com/2005/08/journal-1-about-me.html' title='Journal # 1 About me'/><author><name>Alexandrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02660963605900852575</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/25/41307794_f02ebdef5b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
