<?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-20948625</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:17:39.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lovinghoney</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinghoney.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948625/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinghoney.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04112525127405664564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20948625.post-114711708836156672</id><published>2006-05-08T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T12:38:08.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Their have being many times in my life that I have done my on thing. Although at that time it didn’t seem like the right thing to do, but hey things happen.&lt;br /&gt;Like when I was 17 years old and I wanted a tattoo really badly and my mom wouldn’t let me get it. I would try every thing to change her mind. It just seemed like nothing was working with her. She would just not pay any attention to what I had to say. So one time I tired to use the excuse that, "My brother got one when he was a senior in high school, so why can’t I get one!" She just told me that he was a boy and I was a girl. Which I think isn’t fair at all. So I kept on trying because I do not take no for an answer. So I tried and tried for three months straight.&lt;br /&gt;So by then my older cousin had just told me that she had just got a tattoo. So I talked to her to see if she cold talk to my mom so my mom will let go and get my tattoo done. So she talked to my mom about it and my mom started letting up a little bit. So I kept on trying, and finally she said, "Yes." I was so happy when she said yes.&lt;br /&gt;So when the time came for me to get it, all bad things started happening to me. I couldn’t get anyone to sign for me, and we went to like for banks and the library. And it still didn’t work. Finally our last try it worked. But when we got to the place, I became scared and didn’t want to do it. But I went through it and got it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20948625-114711708836156672?l=lovinghoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinghoney.blogspot.com/feeds/114711708836156672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20948625&amp;postID=114711708836156672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948625/posts/default/114711708836156672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948625/posts/default/114711708836156672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinghoney.blogspot.com/2006/05/their-have-being-many-times-in-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04112525127405664564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20948625.post-114711633008091956</id><published>2006-05-08T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T12:25:30.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An educated person to me is someone who has being to school all there life. An educated person loves to learn new things and do new things. And sometimes they come up with things to help the world, and make things better.&lt;br /&gt;An educated person has being in school all their life, from elementary school, to college. And is still willing to learn all they can to make themselves seem smarter. They are just very educated, and very overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;But then again there are to types of educated people. You have the school smart and you have the street smarts kind of person. Well, everyone wants to be the school smart kind of person and not the streets smarts person. With the street’s smart person they know their surroundings very well. And they won’t get lost anywhere they go. It seems as if they know where they are at even if they are in a new place. They know the entire local hot spots and were it is good to go and not good to go. So they are educated as well. They may not have too much education when it comes to school but they know everything when it comes to everything else.&lt;br /&gt;Then you have the street smarts person and the book smart person. This is the best person to be. They have the best of both worlds. They will be the best in school, and they will never get lost Now I can say that I am both of these things, I do good in school and I hopefully will never get lost in the world. So if you are both of these things you will have benefits for life to come. You will meet a lot of people by being in school and you will meet a lot of people by just going places also. So it would be best if you are educated in both of these area’s so you will always know what is going on in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20948625-114711633008091956?l=lovinghoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinghoney.blogspot.com/feeds/114711633008091956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20948625&amp;postID=114711633008091956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948625/posts/default/114711633008091956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948625/posts/default/114711633008091956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinghoney.blogspot.com/2006/05/educated-person-to-me-is-someone-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04112525127405664564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20948625.post-114659760750295033</id><published>2006-05-02T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T12:07:33.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I consider myself to be more of a leader. I want to be my own person and following someone you can’t do that. Because the person you are following could be trying to hurt you or just do something to them in general. I do things that I want to do and have fun the way I want to do. Being a leader you are your own person, believing what you want to believe and just being who you are. People who follow other people sometimes end up really hurt or just in a bad situation. You can be your own person and still fit in. You don’t have to be like everyone else. Being unique is what make everyone different and makes the world go round.&lt;br /&gt;I like being who I am, and now one can change that. It is so boring doing things that other people want to do and not do things that you want to do. Life can’t be lived like that. God did not put us here to all be the same and to do the same things as everybody else. We are his own little creations and he wants us to be very unique, and special. Being who you are and doing things you want to do you will succeed in life more than anyone that you every known. So by doing what you say and doing what you know, no one can stop you from being what you want to be. So it is way more fun to be a leader then it is to be a follower because everyone will know who you are and say things nice to you. But by being a follower people will just know you as being the follower’s friend. So be more of a leader then a follower, you will make it farther.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20948625-114659760750295033?l=lovinghoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinghoney.blogspot.com/feeds/114659760750295033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20948625&amp;postID=114659760750295033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948625/posts/default/114659760750295033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948625/posts/default/114659760750295033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinghoney.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-consider-myself-to-be-more-of-leader.html' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04112525127405664564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20948625.post-114659706683141928</id><published>2006-05-02T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T12:25:30.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The reason why many families are not together is because no one wants to stay together anymore. Either father’s don’t want to stay with their mother’s are the mother’s don’t want to stay with the father’s. And then the children are always caught in the middle of everything. The children always think it is there fought that their parent’s are not together anymore.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe another reason why families are not staying together is because women want to be more independent. Women now a days don’t have to be married to live life the way that they want to. They don’t need me to be all they can be.&lt;br /&gt;And let’s not forget about the men, they are just getting a little big&lt;br /&gt;headed. Like they just rule the world. Also, people don’t want to be tied down anymore. They just want to live life and have fun, with a lot of kids and no father’s.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I myself, I know what it is like to grow up in a single parent home. It feel’s really bad growing up and there is no father around. And when I try to see him he acts as if he really doesn’t want to see me. So why bother trying to see him, if he doesn’t want to see me. I just feel a little bad sometimes, like I am the cause of the problem. In a way growing up without a father made me a stronger person. I just know and hope that I will not have children unless I am married, that is the way that I want to be. So I want be a part of the stereotype that they have now a days. But, hopefully in the future this will be different&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and this little curse will be broken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20948625-114659706683141928?l=lovinghoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinghoney.blogspot.com/feeds/114659706683141928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20948625&amp;postID=114659706683141928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948625/posts/default/114659706683141928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948625/posts/default/114659706683141928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinghoney.blogspot.com/2006/05/reason-why-many-families-are-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04112525127405664564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20948625.post-114651209634662517</id><published>2006-05-01T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T09:02:35.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Opposition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Yes, I do agree with this observation. That is a way to learn how you or how someone really is. I have had both, but mainly I have had more experiencing with people who agree with me. Like they tell me that I am good around people and I am a people's kind of person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;This one time I had someone's mother read me really well without me even asking. She told me that I seem like an evil person, if someone would have just met me. Because I always have a strong look on me face like don't mess with me. But, I try to seem so what like that so people want run over me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;She also told me how I am with people of the opposite sex. That&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; I am afraid to get close to them. I don't trust anybody, because some guys do lie so why get close. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Well, the part about the closeness, is very true. But the part about my expressions, and how I seem to give off nasty looks, is so not true. They are just don't mess with me looks that is all, nothing more to it that I know of. I am me being me so people want think that I am different from what I am. But mainly all I hear is that I am b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;asically sweet and helpful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20948625-114651209634662517?l=lovinghoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinghoney.blogspot.com/feeds/114651209634662517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20948625&amp;postID=114651209634662517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948625/posts/default/114651209634662517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948625/posts/default/114651209634662517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinghoney.blogspot.com/2006/05/opposition-yes-i-do-agree-with-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04112525127405664564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20948625.post-114374957132378978</id><published>2006-03-30T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T12:12:51.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sausage and Beer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, it helped me out a little bit. I just remembered going to nursing homes to see an old Aunt or Uncle. And how it really smelled, which it really wasn’t a good smell first of all. And there were lots of old and sick people. And how people looked really mean and unfriendly. It wasn’t really a learning experience, going to the nursing home. It was just like, "Let’s go visit your aunt or uncle." I really hate the sight of them just laying there it really scares me, too. The sight of them makes me afraid to get old. But, hey it happens to the best of us. They made him interesting because you really don’t read or hear about stuff like that. So to actually, read about a kid being in this type of situation, make you want to keep reading to see how he will react. To all kind of things that come his way. And when, stuff started happening it made you think about your own life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20948625-114374957132378978?l=lovinghoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinghoney.blogspot.com/feeds/114374957132378978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20948625&amp;postID=114374957132378978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948625/posts/default/114374957132378978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948625/posts/default/114374957132378978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinghoney.blogspot.com/2006/03/sausage-and-beer-well-it-helped-me-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04112525127405664564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20948625.post-114314652694513103</id><published>2006-03-23T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T12:42:44.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Storm from X-Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;She has special powers,which was controlling the weather. All she had to do was make her eyes turn white. And what every she was feeling or wanted everyone else to feel, she would make it happen. She would say something like,"It's about to get a little cold in here!" And the wind will start blowing or it would start snowing or it will just get real cold. Which is pretty cool. If I were her, I would have it sunny all the time. Storm was a black woman with white hair. And I mean white like the color of cotton. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Her outfit was white like her hair and had little wing type things on it. She could also fly, now that is the best thing about her. She had big hair, that looked kind of crazy. But it was cool though I still like it. She seemed to have no kind of worries at all. She is a very sweet person, unless you mess with one of her friends. Then it is all over for you. Storm was like a mix of being dynamic and static. Because she was a main character and she wasn't one.The way by her being a dynamic character is how she was there from the beginning and she is a legend. But, when new people start coming in they tried to blow her off just a little. But they always needed her help for something. Since she can't be normal, she likes to make sure that everyone is safe and no one is in harms way. She loves to protect people, and that's what keeping her going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20948625-114314652694513103?l=lovinghoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinghoney.blogspot.com/feeds/114314652694513103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20948625&amp;postID=114314652694513103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948625/posts/default/114314652694513103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948625/posts/default/114314652694513103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinghoney.blogspot.com/2006/03/storm-from-x-men-she-has-special.html' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04112525127405664564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20948625.post-114141782875248584</id><published>2006-03-03T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T12:30:28.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Wood&lt;br /&gt;Kellie Hearndon&lt;br /&gt;The Setting:&lt;br /&gt;It was the middle of the school year in Englewood, Ca and it was already feeling like summer vacation. People are wearing shorts, sandals, tank tops or just no top. The temperature was about 83 degree’s. Clear sky and not a worry cloud in the sight. There were palm trees so high, as if they could touch the heavens. Nice clear, water, and people were surfing and having fun. Never have I seen people just skate on the sidewalk just because. This was such a new experience. Never do you see things like this on the way to school. People seemed really friendly with no doubt in their minds. School was hopefully a great thing to expect, since this was a warm state that had the sun to shine all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20948625-114141782875248584?l=lovinghoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinghoney.blogspot.com/feeds/114141782875248584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20948625&amp;postID=114141782875248584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948625/posts/default/114141782875248584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948625/posts/default/114141782875248584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinghoney.blogspot.com/2006/03/wood-kellie-hearndon-setting-it-was_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04112525127405664564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20948625.post-114132982657171219</id><published>2006-03-02T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T12:04:19.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The way that a writer creates suspense in a story by adding senses to the story. Like you hear the door crackor you feel the cold air on your back. Just things like that. Like to actually have you feeling like the person in the story. And in a movie they add music to also get you all into the story. But, in books you just have to have an open mind so you can get the suspense or just the feel of what is going on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20948625-114132982657171219?l=lovinghoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinghoney.blogspot.com/feeds/114132982657171219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20948625&amp;postID=114132982657171219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948625/posts/default/114132982657171219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948625/posts/default/114132982657171219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinghoney.blogspot.com/2006/03/way-that-writer-creates-suspense-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04112525127405664564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20948625.post-114003519241583012</id><published>2006-02-15T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T12:26:33.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1."Never be ashamed of your subject, and of your passion for your subject"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2."Emotions are the fuel that drives your writing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3."Don't cast sidelong glances, and compare yourself to other among your peers"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4."Writing is not a race. No one really wins"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5."Read what you want to read, not what someone tells you should read"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6."Write for your own time"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;7."But if you feel unable to, write your heart out"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8."Life is lived head-on"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;9."Don't be ashamed of being an idealist"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;10."Don't too quickly prejudge classics"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20948625-114003519241583012?l=lovinghoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinghoney.blogspot.com/feeds/114003519241583012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20948625&amp;postID=114003519241583012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948625/posts/default/114003519241583012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948625/posts/default/114003519241583012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinghoney.blogspot.com/2006/02/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04112525127405664564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20948625.post-113778773209990691</id><published>2006-01-20T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T12:17:28.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1.How Do I Love Thee? ,Elizabeth Barrett Browning, &lt;a href="http://ww.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMid/15384"&gt;http://ww.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15384&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Now, I know you remember so and so, Doris Davenport, &lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16985"&gt;http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16985&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Still I Rise, Maya Angelou, &lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15623"&gt;http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15623&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Miss Rosie, Lucille Clifton, &lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15600"&gt;http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15600&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Dreams, Langston Hughes, &lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16075"&gt;http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16075&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Love Poem With Toast, Miller Williams, &lt;a href="http://www.loc.gov/poetry/180/052.html"&gt;http://www.loc.gov/poetry/180/052.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Radio, Laurel Blossom, &lt;a href="http://www.loc.gov/poetry/180/016.html"&gt;http://www.loc.gov/poetry/180/016.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Song, Eamon Grennan, &lt;a href="http://www.loc.gov/poetry/180/054.html"&gt;http://www.loc.gov/poetry/180/054.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.For My Daughter, David Ignatow, &lt;a href="http://www.poetry/180/064.html"&gt;http://www.poetry/180/064.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10Loud Music, Stephen Dobyns, &lt;a href="http://www.loc.gov/poetry/180/100.html"&gt;http://www.loc.gov/poetry/180/100.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loud Music By: Stephen Dobyns &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I like this poem is how the mother and daughter are so different from each other. The mother to me seemed to act like the little kid and the daughter act like the grown up. Basically, it was talking about their taste in music. Also, how she like’s to play her music really loud and act wild. While on the other hand the daughter like’s her music soft and a little quiet. I know all of this because mention it. Ex: loud music, speakers throbbing, jam-packing the room with sound.... Well, for me and my mom I know that we love for our music to be loud. But, it all depends on what kind. She loves to blast gospel and I love to blast r&amp;amp;b. My mom and me are not to different from the girl and the mother. But it was really strange to hear a young person not liking their music loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Radio By: Laurel Blossom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I just like the way that it flowed and how depress the author sounded when her radio was stolen from her car. This poem caught my attention by the way it was written. It had you feeling really sorry for her and wishing you could help her out.In the all in all you really can’t. The way that she wrote this poem make's you want to keep reading what she has to say. It is just really messed up how she got her stuff takening from her. People are really bold to take something out of a car that doesn't belong to them. But times have change and things can't go back to the way they were. Society is so fast now a days, you have to be ready for anything now. You can't just be like everything will be okay now, because really they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss Rosie By:Lucille Clifton&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem was really interesting because it talks about how a woman went from being high to low. And how she was so pretty and how people would call her the Georgia Peach. It made me think a whole lot, because you never know what could happen to you. Life for her was good for her at one point in time. She might of being a loose type of women and maybe GOD got tried of her being that way. So the only way to slow her down was to start changing the way she looked on the outside so she be a better person on the inside. So now it seems as if everyone is judging her now. So, I feel that life should never be taken for granted. This poem make me that my life one day at a time. Also, to do all I can to be the best that I can be to get ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20948625-113778773209990691?l=lovinghoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinghoney.blogspot.com/feeds/113778773209990691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20948625&amp;postID=113778773209990691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948625/posts/default/113778773209990691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948625/posts/default/113778773209990691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinghoney.blogspot.com/2006/01/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04112525127405664564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20948625.post-113718336438018742</id><published>2006-01-13T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T12:16:04.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Hi, my name is Kellie. And I just made a blog for my creative writing class. Although it was a little rocky when I started, but it turned out to be okay. Well, that is all for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20948625-113718336438018742?l=lovinghoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinghoney.blogspot.com/feeds/113718336438018742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20948625&amp;postID=113718336438018742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948625/posts/default/113718336438018742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948625/posts/default/113718336438018742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinghoney.blogspot.com/2006/01/hi-my-name-is-kellie.html' title=''/><author><name>Kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04112525127405664564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
