<?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-6127984479544852388</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:02:39.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Milk and Cookies: The Whole Shabang</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppycakehoneybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127984479544852388/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppycakehoneybunch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Victoria Boutin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323509397907416501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NG9XudjqrI/SLn3vRnkqJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GQGxAgjjXSo/S220/emowindow+002.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127984479544852388.post-1831679123600181015</id><published>2009-05-07T15:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T15:58:45.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I’ll be waiting here by the phone, with the pictures hanging on the wall.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Title doesn't sound familiar? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How bout now?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fyYXirCAHP0" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000a0"&gt;Click This&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you still don’t know, you’re LAME and you need to get your head in the ground and stop having a life for a few days. Lol&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, why am I telling you this? Well my friends….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7NG9XudjqrI/SgNnomPyW9I/AAAAAAAAABc/Fs9hQhS73n0/s1600-h/flyer4%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="flyer4" border="0" alt="flyer4" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7NG9XudjqrI/SgNnpH9t0OI/AAAAAAAAABg/cnTVFGrCYIE/flyer4_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="392" height="567" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Freaking Basshunter. An hour away. And guess who's going? (well, 90% sure)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Give up?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ME.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Just had to tell you all :] Love you!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now you’re gone…. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;lol.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127984479544852388-1831679123600181015?l=cuppycakehoneybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppycakehoneybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1831679123600181015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127984479544852388&amp;postID=1831679123600181015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127984479544852388/posts/default/1831679123600181015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127984479544852388/posts/default/1831679123600181015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppycakehoneybunch.blogspot.com/2009/05/ill-be-waiting-here-by-phone-with.html' title='I’ll be waiting here by the phone, with the pictures hanging on the wall.'/><author><name>Victoria Boutin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323509397907416501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NG9XudjqrI/SLn3vRnkqJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GQGxAgjjXSo/S220/emowindow+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7NG9XudjqrI/SgNnpH9t0OI/AAAAAAAAABg/cnTVFGrCYIE/s72-c/flyer4_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127984479544852388.post-9156309442338151982</id><published>2009-03-17T15:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T15:26:53.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Windows Windows Windowssss</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’ve got a bunch of new Windows Live stuff! Including something called “Windows Live Writer”. Its like, a golb editor, i’m using it now ^^. Its pretty cool so far, you can like, easily put in pictures, links, maps, tables, videos, etc. etc. etc. Its pretty cool, so you guys should start to look forward to some new stuff in my blogs. yuuup. and its fun because i dont have to be directly on the internet, i can do it in this program, and it does everything for me! Its awesome. Go download it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well anyways, Turnabout was Saturday, and ive got picturessss! this ones my favorite: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7NG9XudjqrI/ScAjquJI1gI/AAAAAAAAABU/hH_MLIED1HA/s1600-h/DSCF4008%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCF4008" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="DSCF4008" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7NG9XudjqrI/ScAjrdk9tjI/AAAAAAAAABY/ptY7aJJDY54/DSCF4008_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yeah :D we’re awesome. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ummm i dunno what else. lol. yeah, so start looking for more blog entries ^^ I suppose thats enough for now, i’ll be updating later. Maybe with a few videos for the choir concert tonight. :3&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Love you!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127984479544852388-9156309442338151982?l=cuppycakehoneybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppycakehoneybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/9156309442338151982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127984479544852388&amp;postID=9156309442338151982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127984479544852388/posts/default/9156309442338151982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127984479544852388/posts/default/9156309442338151982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppycakehoneybunch.blogspot.com/2009/03/windows-windows-windowssss.html' title='Windows Windows Windowssss'/><author><name>Victoria Boutin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323509397907416501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NG9XudjqrI/SLn3vRnkqJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GQGxAgjjXSo/S220/emowindow+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7NG9XudjqrI/ScAjrdk9tjI/AAAAAAAAABY/ptY7aJJDY54/s72-c/DSCF4008_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127984479544852388.post-8739830425021564698</id><published>2008-10-24T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T18:52:01.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Divorce, Death, Devastation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Divorce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents got divorced October 23rd, 2008. Its REALLY taking a tole on me. I know why they did, I'd rather not get into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like its my fault, I know it isn't but...It just feels like it is. They really started fighting when we were low on money. Money they needed for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; braces &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; glasses &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;medical bills. I just feel terrible and I feel like their divorce is my fault. I dont know why, but It really really feels that way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quite sure whats going to happen as of right now. I think we're just all gonna live together but they're technically divorced. It really upsets me. But it happens I guess..I just never thought it was going to happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandpa died last night. He fell and had blood in his brain and became brain dead. They took him of life support last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was alone when he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain dead or not, that would be horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only met him once, so it isn't so bad, but my mother is devistated, therefor I am too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats all I really have to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Devastation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does that leave me? Well, i'm stuck in a family thats falling apart more and more each day. It hurts so much to just wake up in the morning and force myself to be happy at school so no one worries about me. I want so much to just cry and let it all out, but it wont come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel like just dying in a hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess thats all for now. Thank you for your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Victoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127984479544852388-8739830425021564698?l=cuppycakehoneybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppycakehoneybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8739830425021564698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127984479544852388&amp;postID=8739830425021564698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127984479544852388/posts/default/8739830425021564698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127984479544852388/posts/default/8739830425021564698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppycakehoneybunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/divorce-death-devastation.html' title='Divorce, Death, Devastation'/><author><name>Victoria Boutin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323509397907416501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NG9XudjqrI/SLn3vRnkqJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GQGxAgjjXSo/S220/emowindow+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127984479544852388.post-2864379648255887633</id><published>2008-10-02T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T14:46:19.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Original</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Yup that's right, I'm original. I TOTALLY didn't copy Stefanie (who totally didn't copy her friend).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm going to take the time to rant about some stuff I have problems with. Its nice to get it out. Sooo three, two, one BLASTOFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Immature People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont have a problem being silly sometimes you know? Its fun to be like YAY WOOHOO sometimes, but you can only go so far. Being obnoxious is annoying. Being obnoxious AFTER someones told you to stop is EXTREMELY annoying. Alot of Freshman are annoying, because they think they're so cool. Freshman think swearing is SUPER cool too and its not, its annoying and immature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its not cute when you act "dumb". Acting like you dont know anything or flailing around being like IM SO COOL BECAUSE I DONT KNOW WHAT IM DOING isn't cool. Its extremely immature, okay? So yeah...stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Purpously Mean People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, people who say mean things are just...mean. Like people who swear at you and call you names and are dead serious about it. Its not nice and it gives people low self esteem, its really annoying too. Like, we're in high school. GROW. UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its rude, and if you get pleasure from being mean to people, see help people. Its not funny, its not cool, I dont care who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. High Schoolers That Cant Read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright this really really REALLY annoys me. If your in HIGHSCHOOL you NEED to know how to read. Like a bunch of people in my english class CANT and its REALLY ANNOYING. You've been doing this for years, why do you froget NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh people. Thats extremely dissapointing. You guys seriously need to get a grip on life...its kind of annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Self-Absorbed People&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Alight, its really annoying when people talk about themselves constantly. Yeah its nice to hear about the other person, but when that person talks about themselves ALL the time its REALLY ANNOYING!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Like, for example, I have a friend and they LOVE to talk about themselves. Like, all the time. Ill be telling a little story about what happened to me that day and they'll be like "OMG THAT HAPPENED TO ME *insert extremely long story about themselves*" Its really annoying okay? Yeah I want to hear about you, but let me talk about my day too okay? Dont be so self centered.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Texting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kay so...Yeah...I think texting is the stupidest thing ever invented. So, there was ONE think I liked about The Boondocks, and that is, these two guys were talking about texting and one said "Why would you spend two minutes typing something out that you could just call them and tell them in like 5 seconds?" and i was like OMG! Thats EXACTALLY how I see it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I hate it when people text during school. Thats against the rules here. Why would you not just wait until class is over and ask them in the hall? Is it THAT much of an emergency that you have to ask them DURING class? Its so dumb. Phones were made for calling not typing. Thats what computer is for stupid.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. People Who Cant Accept Others Differences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people are like "Eww you like that?" Like, I'm extremely girly. I love things that are pink and girly and glittery and yay. I love Barbies, stickers, glitter, frills, all that. I hate people that are like "Eww you like Barbies? Thats so childish, stupid" its like, okay just because something says 5+ dosen't mean older people can't play with it. Thats so dumb, anyone can like whatever they want, its not your choice what people like, so get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. People Who Purpously Try and Make You Feel Bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Alright, so this is annoying, and it makes me feel dumb. This really only applies to a few people. Like, you do something they dont want you to do, or vice versa, and they like, try and make you feel bad to get their way. Its really annoying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, the other day I was talking to someone and we were saying something about dance and I said "Oh yeah? Well what if I quit? Then you'd be sad! So don't complain" ANd they were like "Oh, so you do it just to make me happy?" Yeah, because YOU are the only one I care about. I waste that much money JUST to make YOU happy. It has NOTHING to do with me. I have an opinon too okay? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. People That Don't Have Manners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I understand some things, people burp and all that stuff, its natural, but people go WAY too far. Burping on purpose just to disgust people is GROSS. I do NOT need to hear that okay? Its GROSS. I dont like hwen people play with their food, its gross. Food is for eating okay? Stop touching it and mixing it with stuff to make it look gross. Also, dont put your feet on people okay? Its rude and GROSS. People dont want your SWEATY FEET on them okay?! Its GROSS. DONT. DO IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that it for now...I may write another to add to this, but this is all I feel like writing right now. Thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Victoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127984479544852388-2864379648255887633?l=cuppycakehoneybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppycakehoneybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2864379648255887633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127984479544852388&amp;postID=2864379648255887633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127984479544852388/posts/default/2864379648255887633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127984479544852388/posts/default/2864379648255887633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppycakehoneybunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-so-original.html' title='I&apos;m So Original'/><author><name>Victoria Boutin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323509397907416501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NG9XudjqrI/SLn3vRnkqJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GQGxAgjjXSo/S220/emowindow+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127984479544852388.post-6328662532627164272</id><published>2008-09-28T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T10:31:38.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Log, The Log, Its Heavy Its Heavy its WOOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;....Its better than bad, its good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sorry bout that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, I'm not sure what to write, I just decided I needed to write some stuff down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Its mid-quarter, I guess I'm not doing too bad. Though I could be better [but we all can, so no big deal]. Continuing on the topic of school, Homecomings next week! Though I still have no idea what I'm going to be for Halloween [I suppose that would help] but oh well, Ill figure something out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Continuing on Homecoming...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I want a date, but there's no way in the world anyone would ask me. I'm not not the kind of person who gets attention from the opposite sex in that way. Lets face it, the only guys I'm "friends" with are hundreds of miles away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There is something else I want to tell people but I'd rather not have to explain a million times, so I'll say it here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To begin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Parents are nice in pairs, if ones happy so is the other. But if one falls the other screams, and then the past is just a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[Yeah, I totally just pulled that out of my head.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To explain, parents are good in pairs. My parents, yes they're a pair but not the closest. My moms actually looked into divorce stuff. She knows it takes 2 years to divorce someone if you dont have a reason. I'm pretty sure she's in love with this guy named Don who lives in Texas. Why do I know that? She knows like everything about him, and carries around a picture of him with her. Yeah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My dad..I'd just rather stay away from him and not talk to him. Or be near him. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So yeah, I don't know if they're actually going through with this. My mom seems really serious about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And just so you all know. If they do, my moms moving. And I'm going with. Just a heads up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, I guess that is it for now. Love you all &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127984479544852388-6328662532627164272?l=cuppycakehoneybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppycakehoneybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6328662532627164272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127984479544852388&amp;postID=6328662532627164272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127984479544852388/posts/default/6328662532627164272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127984479544852388/posts/default/6328662532627164272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppycakehoneybunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/log-log-its-heavy-its-heavy-its-wood.html' title='The Log, The Log, Its Heavy Its Heavy its WOOD'/><author><name>Victoria Boutin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323509397907416501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NG9XudjqrI/SLn3vRnkqJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GQGxAgjjXSo/S220/emowindow+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127984479544852388.post-5898357029866125383</id><published>2008-09-13T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:05:49.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/military%20rip/kissmycrown/RIP%20CODY%20BABY/military.jpg?o=4" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x37/kissmycrown/RIP%20CODY%20BABY/military.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This golb is dedicated to my great-grandfather, Louis Hatcher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;"I learned that good judgment comes from experience and that experience grows out of mistakes."&lt;br /&gt;- General Omar N. Bradley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My grandfather was in WWII, he was proud.&lt;/span&gt; He lost his hearing due to a grenade in a battle. He didnt let that stop him. He worked until the law wouldn't let him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'd always joke that once grandpa retired, that was the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stopped working around 12 years ago, I think, and it just went downhill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had problems walking, he was deaf, he couldn't eat on his own. But he'd always smile. He was always silly and always made us happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past year he was transferred to a retirement home, his wife shortly followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, September 12, 2008, he passed away. All I can do now is hope that hes looking down from heaven on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/rip%20icons/noodles_jazzy13/ICONS/RIPforgunther.gif?o=12" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh258/noodles_jazzy13/ICONS/RIPforgunther.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127984479544852388-5898357029866125383?l=cuppycakehoneybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppycakehoneybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5898357029866125383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127984479544852388&amp;postID=5898357029866125383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127984479544852388/posts/default/5898357029866125383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127984479544852388/posts/default/5898357029866125383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppycakehoneybunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/rip.html' title='R.I.P.'/><author><name>Victoria Boutin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323509397907416501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NG9XudjqrI/SLn3vRnkqJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GQGxAgjjXSo/S220/emowindow+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x37/kissmycrown/RIP%20CODY%20BABY/th_military.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127984479544852388.post-300585478096314951</id><published>2008-09-02T16:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:41:02.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They Kiss [Song]</title><content type='html'>[Alright, heres that song I wrote. Hope you like it!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was walking down the street&lt;br /&gt;Tears were rolling down her cheeks&lt;br /&gt;She looked up at the sky&lt;br /&gt;and said "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;"Why...I?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought that they were perfect&lt;br /&gt;She thought that they would last&lt;br /&gt;She closed her eyes, began to cry&lt;br /&gt;as she, remembered the past...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they kissed.&lt;br /&gt;They laughed.&lt;br /&gt;His happy face his cheery smile just&lt;br /&gt;Didn't seem to last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he said no he broke her heart&lt;br /&gt;And he just laughed&lt;br /&gt;Oh why&lt;br /&gt;Oh way back when&lt;br /&gt;When they kissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day&lt;br /&gt;In that little old school&lt;br /&gt;He bumped her shoulder&lt;br /&gt;She dropped her books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knelt down to get them&lt;br /&gt;When she heard a voice&lt;br /&gt;She looked up into the eyes&lt;br /&gt;Of a, blue eyed boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was something out of writing&lt;br /&gt;Written in a play&lt;br /&gt;He held out his hand and she realized&lt;br /&gt;That at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'd kiss.&lt;br /&gt;They'd laugh.&lt;br /&gt;His happy face his cheery smile&lt;br /&gt;Would always seem to last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'd say yes, He'd take her heart&lt;br /&gt;They'd both laugh&lt;br /&gt;And then&lt;br /&gt;Oh right then&lt;br /&gt;They'd kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day&lt;br /&gt;Many years later&lt;br /&gt;Shes standing at the altar&lt;br /&gt;Looking into the eyes of that blue eyed boy&lt;br /&gt;who was, still happy to see her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They shared their vows&lt;br /&gt;They said I do and he&lt;br /&gt;Smiled down and kissed her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kiss.&lt;br /&gt;They laugh.&lt;br /&gt;His happy face his cheery smile&lt;br /&gt;Would always last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said I do, He'd always have her heart&lt;br /&gt;They'd always laugh&lt;br /&gt;And now&lt;br /&gt;Right now&lt;br /&gt;They kiss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127984479544852388-300585478096314951?l=cuppycakehoneybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppycakehoneybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/300585478096314951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127984479544852388&amp;postID=300585478096314951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127984479544852388/posts/default/300585478096314951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127984479544852388/posts/default/300585478096314951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppycakehoneybunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/they-kiss-song.html' title='They Kiss [Song]'/><author><name>Victoria Boutin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323509397907416501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NG9XudjqrI/SLn3vRnkqJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GQGxAgjjXSo/S220/emowindow+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127984479544852388.post-234715454590975853</id><published>2008-09-02T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T14:29:46.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss Kiss...FALL IN LOVE BABY</title><content type='html'>Hello there people. Just wanted to update! I'm writing a song. Yes, me, a songwriter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never really written a song before lol. Yeah, i'm a freak, I Do actually write songs like, in my head though. I've never really just written any down so I'm going to try and start doing that. The song I'm trying to write is called "They Kiss" I got the idea when I was bored in Geometry and I was writing "They Kiss" All over my folder for some reason so I guess it was a sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, nothing else really happened today...I got to drive with this old guy and he scares me and apparently I don't drive right so I've got to work on that next time I go driving, which will probably be later today. Stupid turning and stop signs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see...Yeah, I like driving. I just don't like that it takes the place of my study hall. It kind of sucks, I got most of my work done during study hall but now I only have like 2-3 days of study hall, so I have more homework than usual. But I guess its all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh I want chocolate! Ha. I like chocolate, espically right now... Hm, lets see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schools been good, being a sophomore is cool ^^ All my classes aren't too hard so its all good. Homecomings coming up so that should be some fun :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, moms home. Im off! Bye! Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127984479544852388-234715454590975853?l=cuppycakehoneybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppycakehoneybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/234715454590975853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127984479544852388&amp;postID=234715454590975853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127984479544852388/posts/default/234715454590975853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127984479544852388/posts/default/234715454590975853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppycakehoneybunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/kiss-kissfall-in-love-baby.html' title='Kiss Kiss...FALL IN LOVE BABY'/><author><name>Victoria Boutin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323509397907416501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NG9XudjqrI/SLn3vRnkqJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GQGxAgjjXSo/S220/emowindow+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127984479544852388.post-2834584173375786320</id><published>2008-08-31T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:43:19.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sugar Coated Chocolate Golb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is my golb. Yes, because I have something against the word "blog" this is now my Golb, and should be treated as such. :3 I got a golb cuz Stefy has a golb so I was like "Hey! Why not?! I'll get a golb!" So here I am! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmmm I guess I should start with alittle about me, yes. No? Maybe so? Haha anyways yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm Vicki. Victoria, Tori, Hey you, Cuppycakes, its all good. I'm almost 16 and i'm a sophomore at Johnsburg High School. I currently take Choir and Drivers Ed, next semester i'm taking Choir and Interior Design. :3 Should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm taking drivers ed, I got my permit! :O I got it the....28th of August! :3 Yay! I have over 2 hours already driving. Woot woot! Drivings so much fun. THE TURN ONTO MCCULLOM LAKE ROAD IS EVIL!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see....what else.... I pretty much love singing :3 I'm in the womens {Treble} Choir at school ^^ Its pretty cool because you gotta audition to get into that one ^^ YAY VICKI!!!! I really like singing, I do alot of stuff in school, including music festivals and stuff outside of school. Its all good ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH I KNOW SOMETHING ELSE ^^ I work at Six Flags Great America in Gurnee, Illinois. Its REALLY fun and REALLY amazing. You see ALOT of weird stuff like that. For example, Joe had this monkey and he took the clothes off of it for some reason and was making it give people hugs. It was SCARY!!! Apperently he was a hobo monkey and couldn't afford clothes D: poor monkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo...yeah I'm not quite shure what else to put. ^^ Gimme a second while I eat my poptarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...I dont really know what else there is ^^ Ummm...I guess I could share some of my views I guess? XD I dont want my golb to be over yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then, the one thing that really gets to me is this: Sex before marriage. I'm not saying change your views or anything I just feel REALLY strongly for that. I dont believe you should have to wait for marriage, I believe that if you love someone that its fine. I'm not saying to go stand on a street corner and have all the sex you want, you guys get what i'm saying. Same goes with children, those would be more reasonable I guess to have a child after marriage. It really dosen't matter I guess. I just see that children are little bundles of love, it shouldn't matter when they come. If God says "Hey, you're gonna have a cute little baby now! *pregnancy*" Then you're gonna have a cute little baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..I guess thats the only big thing I seem to really press on. I dunno what else there is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! I'm REALLY bad with my knees ^^;;; I'm probably like my mom. My moms like...36 maybe and doctors tell her she has the knees of a 75 year old woman. Yeah, its bad in our family. Its not so bad now that I'm in high school, but during junior high I hurt my knees at least 2 times a year. It was bad, the huge immobolizer things and crutches. THe whole shabang. Ick, thats REALLY not fun. People thought I was faking it because it happened so much. Yeah, thats not fun either..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I suppose that may be enough for right now. Ill try and update this on any big happenings in my life ^^ I love you all! Stay fresh =D Cuz no one likes a stale cookie! lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127984479544852388-2834584173375786320?l=cuppycakehoneybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuppycakehoneybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2834584173375786320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127984479544852388&amp;postID=2834584173375786320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127984479544852388/posts/default/2834584173375786320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127984479544852388/posts/default/2834584173375786320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuppycakehoneybunch.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-sugar-coated-chocolate-golb.html' title='My Sugar Coated Chocolate Golb'/><author><name>Victoria Boutin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323509397907416501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7NG9XudjqrI/SLn3vRnkqJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GQGxAgjjXSo/S220/emowindow+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
