<?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-30463419</id><updated>2012-01-21T00:37:54.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Bang</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-2809637182879814130</id><published>2010-10-27T21:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T22:03:43.321-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been a whiney, mopey Courtney lately.  In my defense, I feel that I have good reason.  I've had about three illnesses at once, plus school.  And we all know how I feel about school.  So anyway, here I am.  And I've decided that it's a good day to do another 10 things.  I've done them before.  I'm going to list 10 things I'm grateful for, 10 things I really love.  Sometimes it just helps to put things into perspective.  Because we really need to appreciate the little things, ya know? &lt;br /&gt;So here are my 10 things for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Hot, steamy, showers. &lt;br /&gt;9. Heating pads.  Wonderful things.&lt;br /&gt;8. Naps.  I don't take them as often as I did a few years ago, but the ones I've had lately have been greatly needed and have been extremely beneficial.&lt;br /&gt;7. Yummy food.  I've been learning how to cook more, and it's really been fun.  I love providing for my family.&lt;br /&gt;6. Medicine.  Heavenly Father has greatly blessed our day with wonderful, wonderful things to help us get better and feel better.  I am so grateful.&lt;br /&gt;5. Hot chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;4. Comfy clothes.&lt;br /&gt;3. Socks.  I love them.&lt;br /&gt;2. Days off.&lt;br /&gt;1. Mike Starr.  My very favorite person in the whole world, my best friend, my husband.  He is the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me, and he takes such good care of me.  I don't know what I would do without him.  He is simply... amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-2809637182879814130?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/2809637182879814130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=2809637182879814130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/2809637182879814130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/2809637182879814130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2010/10/10-things.html' title='10 Things'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-5297372812327692747</id><published>2010-10-10T18:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T18:25:57.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm dropping out and opening a bakery...</title><content type='html'>This is one of the threat's I've commonly used on my mother, and now on my husband, when school gets to be a little too much to handle.  Whether it means I'm bored, stressed out of my mind, or unhappy with policies at the university.  Anyway, I'm definitely feeling the "stressed out of mind" part right now, so here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dropping out and opening a bakery.  Sure, sure.  I know, my last post was uplifting and inspiring about how this is just a challenge, and I can totally beat it.  But I'm totally recanting all of that.  School is hard, and I don't like it, and I don't want to do it anymore.  I like baking.  Bread, cupcakes, brownies, peach bars... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yumm&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to stay home and play wife.  Clean the house, do the laundry, make dinner, and bake yummy treats.  Those are the things I really like doing.  Sadly, there aren't classes at USU about any of those.  Except for cooking, but they won't let me into those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I'm not a dietetics major.  LAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been procrastinating writing a paper for about 2 and 1/2 hours now, and still going strong.  Unfortunately, I lack the ability to stay up past 10, so I won't be able to procrastinate for much longer.  Anyone want to write it for me?  Anyone?  Anyone at all?  I'll make you chocolate cake...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;corky&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;starr&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-5297372812327692747?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/5297372812327692747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=5297372812327692747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/5297372812327692747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/5297372812327692747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-dropping-out-and-opening-bakery.html' title='I&apos;m dropping out and opening a bakery...'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-803077673265743375</id><published>2010-09-08T14:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:52:43.435-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boom, Baby!</title><content type='html'>Today my academic adviser looked at my school schedule and said "Well, that's ambitious."  Ha.  Yeah, like I don't know that.  I'm only a week and a half into the semester and I'm already more on the sinking side of swimming.  17 credits with anatomy and physiology in one semester.  Sure, James G. has done it.  But do I look like James?  I think not.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously.  Although 17 credits has taken away any chance I had of having a relaxing semester, I'm in my element.  I'm going to school.  I'm taking care of my home.  And I have the man I love at my side.  It's really a wonderful thing.  Life just keeps getting better.  And hopefully, I won't kill that feeling by being a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lamewad&lt;/span&gt; this semester and failing all of my classes.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of... in my Mental Aspects of Sports class today, Doc &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gordin&lt;/span&gt; was talking about stresses athletes might experience.  And he said one thing they need to do,  one thing we all need to do, is to turn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt; to Cs.  We need to turn problems into challenges.  For example, I can look at school in two different ways.  1. "Oh crap, 17 credits!!! I'm gonna fail everything!!"  OR 2. "17 credits.  Bring it on."  I choose number 2.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; it sounds like way more fun than failing everything.  Don't you think?  Anyway, despite taking on more than I probably should, I think this semester is going to be epic, one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;/semi-inspirational rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Soo&lt;/span&gt;... remember how I always used to pretend that I was totally awesome (which I still am, by the way) and could kick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;anyone's&lt;/span&gt; butt?  Well although the awesome part was true, the butt kicking wasn't so much.  But soon, I will actually be a force to be reckoned with.  Boys and girls,  with the help of the good people at USU, I will soon be a kickboxing machine.  One of the requirements for my major is to take 3 different PE courses.  My first one is kickboxing, and let me tell you, it so totally rocks.  Sure, I'm sore every day, and sure, I lack coordination, but I am having so much fun.  It's a totally amazing workout, and it really is a blast.  I encourage all of you to try it out at least once.  I knew it would kick my butt back into shape, but I didn't know how much fun it would be.  For real.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway kiddies, it's been fun.  I really have enjoyed this.  I'm starting to remember why I used to like blogging so much.  Sometimes it's just fun to say what you want to say, even if no one is listening.&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;corky&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-803077673265743375?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/803077673265743375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=803077673265743375' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/803077673265743375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/803077673265743375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2010/09/boom-baby.html' title='Boom, Baby!'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-6098255906935182721</id><published>2010-08-04T22:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T17:08:53.204-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not that anybody actually reads this anymore...but...&lt;br /&gt;I have a new blog going.  You should check it out.&lt;br /&gt;Just on the off chance that somebody looks at this...&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-6098255906935182721?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/6098255906935182721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=6098255906935182721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/6098255906935182721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/6098255906935182721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2010/08/not-that-anybody-actually-read-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-7847393850079859741</id><published>2009-01-18T18:59:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T19:36:32.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Things I've Learned This Semester (so far...)</title><content type='html'>1.  Being sore is not always a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;Can you be out of shape if you've never actually been in shape?  That's going to be the question of the semester.  Dynamic fitness is seriously kicking my butt, but it's totally, 100% awesome.  A one hour work out every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday doesn't sound like much to some... But the last time I ran to run, I was in 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade.  And I think I walked most of the mile.  In fact, I know I walked most of the mile.  So this class is definitely a challenge, and I know that I physically can't do some of the things that most of my class can do.  But the point of this class is to better yourself.  And that's what I'm trying to do.  I want to improve and be in shape and be healthy and fit.  And I might be sore for the next semester, at the very least.  But it will be totally worth it.  I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Being social is so much more fun than staying home.&lt;br /&gt;Being homesick sucks.  And this semester, I've had a hard time with it.  The whole being-home-for-three-weeks thing totally kicked my trash when it was time to come back to school.  I had kind of secluded myself.  And even last semester, I wasn't exactly social.  I wasn't being me.  In high school, I went to dances and games and enjoyed my friends.  In college... I've missed my friends, my family, my home... my life.  But recently, I realized something.  It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to miss my family, my friends, my home... But I can make a new life here, doing a lot of the same things that I did in good old T-ville.  I can go to games and dances and I can make new friends and enjoy myself... I just have to be willing to put forth the effort.  This past week, I went to two basketball games, and an institute dance.  And I've loved it!!  It's been an awesome week.  I've felt so much better about life, and even about myself.  I love doing the fun, social things that I haven't really been doing.  So it's definitely going to be a much better semester.  I'm going to do fun things.  It's gonna rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Fun can be found in the weirdest places.&lt;br /&gt;I've said this a million times before: attitude is everything.  If you expect something to suck, it will.  But I have to admit... I wasn't so excited for some of my classes.  I went in... well, not expecting to be entertained.  But just because a class isn't one that you'd choose, that doesn't mean that it's not going to be awesome.  I mean... Civilization Humanities: Ancient Language and Literature.  Tell me that you think that sounds fun, and I'd laugh at you.  But a large class, an insane professor, and things that I didn't know, all add up to something that's actually been enjoyable thus far.  Life is good, and if I go in with an open mind and an open heart, things can work out for the best.  Attitude is everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, these are the biggest things that I've learned.  I know there will be more, and I'll probably learn new things very soon.  I'm very excited for this semester.  I'm excited to learn and grow and become a better person.  Hopefully I can help others learn a thing or two, as well. &lt;br /&gt;love ya!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;corky&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-7847393850079859741?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/7847393850079859741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=7847393850079859741' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/7847393850079859741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/7847393850079859741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2009/01/3-things-ive-learned-this-semester-so.html' title='3 Things I&apos;ve Learned This Semester (so far...)'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-5211795549317577986</id><published>2008-12-19T19:50:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T20:04:07.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you're in college if...</title><content type='html'>1. High school started before 8am, but now anything before noon is considered “early."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Weekends start on Thursday. No... Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 6am is when you go to sleep, not when you wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You know many different ways to cook ramen noodles or macaroni and cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Instead of falling asleep in class, you stay in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You know how late McDonald’s, Taco Bell, Qdoba, etc. are open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You think it’s the weekend on a Wednesday and you don’t know what month it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You can't remember the last time you washed your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Your underwear/sock supply dictates your laundry schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You check Facebook/Myspace more than once a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You wash dishes in the bathroom sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. You’ve fallen off a loft bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Your primary news sources are the Daily Show and the Colbert Report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The standard of meals per day falls to two, sometimes just one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Your trash is overflowing and your bank account isn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. You go to Target or WalMart more than 3 times a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. You wear the same jeans for 13 days without washing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Your breakfast consists of a coke or cereal bar on the way to class... anything with caffeine will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Quarters are like gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Your idea of feeding the poor is buying yourself some ramen noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. You live in a house with three couches, none of which match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. You try to study but seem to procrastinate by eating, going to study breaks, talking to people, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. You talk to your roommate on instant messenger when you’re both home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Certain things are now deemed "facebook worthy." When friends take pictures of you, you wonder how long it will take them to post them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. You’ve seen a hit and run involving a bicyclist/pedestrian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Your idea of a square meal is a box of Pop-Tarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. You've traveled with bags of dirty clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. You go home to do your laundry because you're too poor to pay the $2... or too lazy to go to a change machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. You pay $100 for a book you don't read once, return it four months later, and get $7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. More than 20% of your household furnishings are made from milk crates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. You recognize the meat in the dorm soup as yesterday's meatloaf, and thus decide to eat a nice bowl of cereal - a safe bet for any meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. You use words like "thus" (see #40).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. You throw out bowls and plates because you don't feel like washing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. It takes preparation... and 3 people... to take out your garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Going to the library is a social event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. You start joining clubs because of the free food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Visits home depend on how much money you have for gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. You skip one class to write a paper for another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. You have no idea where your tuition money is going... technology fees? I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Bicycles don't seem as lame as they did in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. You stay up late to finish homework then sleep through the class in which it was due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Girls: You've balanced your foot on a shampoo bottle to shave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Your backpack is giving you scoliosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. You've written a check for 45 cents or stopped to get $2.00 of gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Your bill in the bookstore will be comparable to tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Going to the mailbox becomes an ego booster/breaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Most of your T.A.s are foreign...what's the deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. You never realized so many people are smarter than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. You never realized so many people are more dumb (aka "dumber") than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Western Europe could be wiped out by a terrible plague and you'd never know, but you can recite the last episode of your favorite show verbatim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Care packages rank right up there with birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. You meet the type of people you thought only existed in movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Printers break down only when you desperately need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Anything can be cooked in a microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Old school Nintendo... and guitar hero... are pretty much the best things ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Going to the grocery at midnight is completely normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. You call restaurants that deliver more than you call your own family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. You've paid bills over $5... in coins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. You can't imagine life without your computer/cell phone/ ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Hoodies and sweatpants become the norm - jeans are considered "dressy" at certain occasions... like school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. A canceled class is almost as exciting as Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Taking a nap in the library is perfectly acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Your professors speak English... as a second language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Your teachers swear in class and no one cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. You take condiment packets and napkins from fast food restaurants - hey, they're free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Betta fish are like your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. You bring back socks from the laundry room that may or may not be yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. The elevators take forever but you'll wait 10 minutes just so you don't have to climb stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Your roommate asks you to check the weather on your computer when they're standing 5 feet away from the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Showers become more of an issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. You press the automatic door opener instead of simply grabbing the handle when you approach a door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Christmas lights seem to be acceptable all year round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Class size doubles on exam days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. You donate plasma even though you know it's pretty sketchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. You are no longer thankful that fire alarms are here to protect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. You've bought Christmas presents from the book store and charged it to your student account so your parents pay for the gifts because you're too broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. You begin to include ketchup on your list of acceptable vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. You stay on campus for hours in between classes when it's too cold to walk home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. People have to help you kick the vending machine just so you can get your 50 cent bag of chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. There's always a "question kid" in at least one of your classes, and you really wish someone would just tell him/her to shut the heck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. You steal dishes from the cafeteria so you don't have to wash your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Laundry is an all-day event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. You no longer find it uncool to take naps.  In fact, you quite enjoy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. You find your list of acceptable napping places expanding daily to increasingly uncomfortable locations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. You fill out credit card applications for the free food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. You've eaten cereal out of a cup... with a fork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Dressing up for Halloween becomes cool again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. You know at least one person who has dropped his/her cell phone into a toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. You hang multiple shirts on the same hanger to save space/money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. You become increasingly annoyed with the "old" people in class - props to them for going back to college but they generally ask really, really annoying questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. You set your clock 5-10 minutes ahead so you can potentially make it to class on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. You eventually realize that setting your clock ahead makes no difference to you and you're still late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. You check ratemyprofessor.com (or something of the like) before choosing your class schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. You text faster than you type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. You only find out a class is cancelled after you get there and sit for about ten minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. You actually start using coupons, especially those school coupon books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. You open canned food and eat it... out of the can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. You run out of black ink and, instead of buying a new ink cartridge, decide blue is a nice substitute... adds a little flair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. The food in your fridge may or may not be older than your little brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. The words "google" and "wikipedia" have become verbs.  And you use them... quite often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. You fill your empty two-liter bottles with pop from the school cafeteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;102. Your floor has been dirty to the point that you've had to brush your feet off before putting on socks or getting into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. You're all for the free samples at grocery stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;104. You realize that taking summer classes pretty much negates the fun connotation of "summer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;105. You know exactly how much food will fit into a mini-fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;106. You realize that said mini-fridge does NOT freeze ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;107. You've made a sandwich on or eaten food off of your $1500 laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;108.  Most of your textbooks remain unopened (possibly still shrink-wrapped) the entire semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;109. You find alternate routes to class in order to avoid annoying organization booths and/or the preacher on campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;110. Lunchables are cool again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111. You know at least five people who've burned popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;112. You wonder why dorms stop serving breakfast at 11am. What gives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;113. You attend insanely boring seminars because your professor offers extra credit. Hmm, maybe there will even be cookies or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;114. You can't sit in the front row because of all the 'non-traditional' students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;115. You finish reading this and wonder how you can procrastinate next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I didn't write this ridiculously long list, I found it online.  :)  And not all of these apply to me, but enough of them do to make it ridiculously funny.  Ahh, college life.  Gotta love it!&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-5211795549317577986?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/5211795549317577986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=5211795549317577986' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/5211795549317577986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/5211795549317577986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-know-youre-in-college-if.html' title='You know you&apos;re in college if...'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-2635197081328921239</id><published>2008-11-25T11:03:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T11:11:26.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tis&lt;/span&gt; the season, huh?  I love this time of year.  Seriously, from October on is basically awesome.  Can you believe it's Thanksgiving time?  I really can't.  The semester is almost over, and I'm still alive.  This is definitely a good thing.  I'm actually excited for next semester.  I have two 3000 level classes, and calculus.  So it might be a struggle, but I think I'm ready for it.&lt;br /&gt;I get to go home today!  I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; excited!!  My parents will get here at about 1:30, and then we're on our way.  I haven't been home in about a month, but it feels like it's been so much longer!  I'm so excited to be with my family, and to be with my friends.  I can't wait!!!  It's really going to be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I feel really happy and optimistic right now, and I love that feeling.  I am really striving to be the best that I can be, and to enjoy life as much as possible.  I think those two things go hand in hand, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving is an awesome time of year.  I really am so blessed, and I am so grateful for all that I have.  I love my family.  I love my friends.  I love my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- sappiness--&gt;&lt; /sappiness&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;corky&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-2635197081328921239?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/2635197081328921239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=2635197081328921239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/2635197081328921239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/2635197081328921239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2008/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-5181276110076860715</id><published>2008-11-14T11:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T12:09:46.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Survival!</title><content type='html'>I made it!!  The week of you-know-what is over, and I can finally breathe.  Let me tell you, I missed breathing.  So here's the week in review.&lt;br /&gt;Monday-Exam #1, US Institutions.  93%.  Booyah!&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday-Exam #2, Biology.  90%.  Score it!&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday-Exam #3.  Psychology.  76%.  But the class average was 38%.  Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;Thursday-Exam #4.  Biology Lab.  Score is TBA.  I also registered for spring semester.  Awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;Friday-Class discussion on 130 pages.  I read 115, which is good enough for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now... I'm done!!  Next week is gonna be easy.  I have a one page paper due on Thursday, and that's all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's time to sit numbly without thinking and watch Kim Possible!  Hooray!!&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-5181276110076860715?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/5181276110076860715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=5181276110076860715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/5181276110076860715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/5181276110076860715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2008/11/survival.html' title='Survival!'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-1969608935956922202</id><published>2008-11-02T21:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:42:24.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacking</title><content type='html'>For the record, I should be doing homework right now.  But I can't get myself to function.  I figure if I can get writing, then transitioning into essay mode should be easier.&lt;br /&gt;This week has been insane.  Pretty much, I can't wait for Thanksgiving break.  It's gonna be pro.&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day that I went to my new ward.  It was pretty good.  They have an interesting set up in the institute building.  It was pretty cool to sit at a desk during Sunday School and Relief Society.&lt;br /&gt;I made some goals for this week.  Hopefully it helps me.  Next week I have a crazy week, and I'm not so excited for it.  I have exams on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday.  I'm hoping the goals I've made for this week will help me with studying and preparing for next week.&lt;br /&gt;Time Change:  some love it, some hate it.  How do you feel about it?  Personally, I don't really care.  It's something that happens every year, and worrying about it isn't gonna change anything.  I ended up getting 10 1/2 hours of sleep last night, which was wonderful.  And if the time hadn't changed, I would have missed Sacrament meeting.  :D  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;Halloween was fun. I dressed up as a witch, and it was way cool.  Probably my favorite costume I've ever had.  And I can use it again!  Sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I should stop procrastinating and get some work done.  Homework time. &lt;br /&gt;Ready.  Set.  Go!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;corky&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-1969608935956922202?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/1969608935956922202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=1969608935956922202' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/1969608935956922202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/1969608935956922202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2008/11/slacking.html' title='Slacking'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-7646948086174659798</id><published>2008-10-27T12:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:56:44.551-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash Course</title><content type='html'>Today's Top Five (so far..)&lt;br /&gt;1. My US Institutions class was cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;2. Katie and Molly chilled with me for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;3. My Halloween costume is gonna rock.&lt;br /&gt;4. I had waffles for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;5. I watched House last night. :) The happiness carried over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna do ten, but the day is only half over, so I have plenty of time to find the next five. :) &lt;br /&gt;This weekend was really interesting.  I always love going home, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;familia&lt;/span&gt; pretty much rocks my socks.  But home is just weird.  It's different.  It's not really home anymore.  My dorm room definitely isn't home either. I'm kind of a floater, I guess.  And that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  It just gets awkward sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dallin&lt;/span&gt; and Dave came home with Katie, Molly, and me.  They had never carved pumpkins before!!  So I gave them a crash course in one of my favorite Halloween activities.  Too bad they're both way better at it than I am.  And I've had 18 years of practice. ;)  It just shows that my artistic abilities are totally lacking. &lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of excited for this week to be over.  It's just a nasty week.  And cleaning checks... Seriously, what's up with that?!  I promise, I haven't trashed my dorm in the few weeks that I've lived here.  Oh well, it's gonna happen.  There's no point in complaining, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; it won't make it go away.&lt;br /&gt;US Institutions was cancelled today, and that's totally cool.  That class gets really boring, and it's totally abstract assignment wise.  We're never quite sure what she's expecting from us, which makes studying really hard.  We learn some really cool stuff, and I've met some really cool people through that class, so it's worth it.  It's just hard to plan for.&lt;br /&gt;Taylor's farewell was yesterday.  I have an odd relationship with him.  I've known him for 11 years now, and while we've never been particularly close, I've always had a special place for Taylor.  I definitely gained a new respect for him when we went on Trek.  He's a good guy, and I'm excited for him to go on his mission and I'm excited to see how he'll change while he's gone.  But I really am going to miss him.  He's awesome, and we've had fun times together.  I wish him the best.  I know if he puts his heart into it, he'll be an amazing missionary.&lt;br /&gt;Alright.  Life is life, ya know?  And it's mostly good.  :)  Things are looking up.   This week is going to be interesting in many ways.  I'll let you know how it goes. :D&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;corky&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-7646948086174659798?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/7646948086174659798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=7646948086174659798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/7646948086174659798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/7646948086174659798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2008/10/crash-course.html' title='Crash Course'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-7414012065472324183</id><published>2008-10-21T23:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T00:07:43.335-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;.  Wow, I haven't done this in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Life is so crazy, I don't even know where to start.  Basically, I'm starting this back up because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jaron&lt;/span&gt; convinced me. :)  Because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jaron&lt;/span&gt; is just cool like that.&lt;br /&gt;Some of my old posts are really embarrassing... Wow...&lt;br /&gt;When I'm writing  like this, I realize how scatterbrained I am.  I guess I should just go from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;I am now a freshman in college at the oh-so-wonderful Utah State University.  And I'm absolutely loving it, for the most part.  I love being in Logan, and I love being at Utah State.  I've dreamed of being here my entire life, and I wouldn't want to go anywhere else. &lt;br /&gt;But, of course, there's been a lot of change.  I miss some things about high school.  (I never thought I would say that...)  I miss knowing that when I walk into the school in the morning, my friends will be sitting at our spot in front of the madrigal lockers.  These days, I don't have many friends.  Or at least not ones that I get to hang out with as often as I would like to. I miss how &lt;em&gt;easy&lt;/em&gt; things were in high school.  I had things figured out, I knew what I was doing.  At this point in my life, I feel like I'm making things up as I go along. &lt;br /&gt;But I know those things will soon correct themselves.  College will just take some getting used to.  I love a lot of things about being in college.  I love the freedom.  I love being able to leave at anytime of the day or night.  It's not like I stay out all night partying (most nights ;) ), but I have the option to.  And that rocks!  I love the new friends that I'm making.  It's just a great experience, and I know that over time, I'll love every aspect of it. :)&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that's the update for today.  Hopefully I'll remember to post more often.... Maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jaron&lt;/span&gt; should keep reminding me!  Have a wonderful night, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;corky&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-7414012065472324183?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/7414012065472324183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=7414012065472324183' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/7414012065472324183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/7414012065472324183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2008/10/new.html' title='New'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-3240579164339441740</id><published>2008-07-31T22:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T22:44:52.937-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentarily Back From The Dead</title><content type='html'>It's a strange thing to realize that you're leaving people that you've loved behind. It's even stranger to realize that you're ok with it. Life is made up of beginnings and endings, and where something ends, something else surely begins. Life is not meant to be stagnant. It is in human nature to grow, to develop, to progress. Maybe life isn't always what you expect it to be. Sometimes it hurts. Sometimes it stinks. But, believe it or not, there is a reason for everything. Life is not supposed to be lived in slow motion. Rather, it's fast-paced and impossible to escape. And sometimes that means living with regrets. I know that I've done things that I've regretted doing. For that matter, I've not done things that I've regretted not doing. But part of life is taking those regrets and learning from them, living with them, and doing better next time. I've changed a lot in the past few years. And while others may not like the changes that I've made, I do. I try my hardest to be the kind of person that I know I should be. All that I ask of myself is that I be the best me that I can be. I'm happy with the life I'm living. I'm excited for my future. I know great things are coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-3240579164339441740?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/3240579164339441740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=3240579164339441740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/3240579164339441740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/3240579164339441740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2008/07/momentarily-back-from-dead.html' title='Momentarily Back From The Dead'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-8096306053082694563</id><published>2008-04-04T06:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T06:40:11.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah is Bipolar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/R_YhZh8ZiRI/AAAAAAAAADs/1zk4Aj2PYTs/s1600-h/7north.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185368743455852818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/R_YhZh8ZiRI/AAAAAAAAADs/1zk4Aj2PYTs/s320/7north.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the crap!! I'm so sick of snow. I think I'll move to Mexico. That's right, back to the home country. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*corky*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-8096306053082694563?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/8096306053082694563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=8096306053082694563' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/8096306053082694563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/8096306053082694563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2008/04/utah-is-bipolar.html' title='Utah is Bipolar.'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/R_YhZh8ZiRI/AAAAAAAAADs/1zk4Aj2PYTs/s72-c/7north.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-6300724416627259227</id><published>2008-02-29T12:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T12:20:07.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Good Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaron&lt;/span&gt; challenged everyone to make a list of 10 things they like.  So here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;1. warm weather&lt;br /&gt;2. laughing until I hurt&lt;br /&gt;3. dates with friends&lt;br /&gt;4. water&lt;br /&gt;5. showers in the dark (seriously, you have to try it...)&lt;br /&gt;6. t-shirts and flip flops&lt;br /&gt;7. brushing my teeth&lt;br /&gt;8. sitting with friends&lt;br /&gt;9. manicures and pedicures (I know, I'm a girl. :))&lt;br /&gt;10. walking in the sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's 10 things I love.  I have a lot more.  I might even go for 100 sometime, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; that would be cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love warm weather.  Seriously, it's the best thing in the world.  Hawaii has the perfect weather.  It's a little big humid, but not overly humid.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Waay&lt;/span&gt; better than Utah.  During the summer, the hottest it gets is about 85.  During the winter, the coldest it gets is about 70.   And there's always a breeze coming in from the ocean.  Sounds nice, huh?  I love that I have a tan in February.  It's the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna lie, I'm excited to come home, tho.  I miss everyone, and I'm excited to get back to my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, exciting news!!  I got my scholarship!!! I got a letter from USU Admissions on Tuesday informing me that I met the requirements for the USU Presidential Scholarship, which is 4 years full tuition and fees.  :D :D :D :D You have no idea how excited that makes me.  It's absolutely incredible.  I didn't think I would qualify, because of my ACT score.  But hey, I'm not gonna argue!  I am so set. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now.  I've got homework to go and procrastinate. ;)  Adios, Amigos.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;corky&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-6300724416627259227?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/6300724416627259227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=6300724416627259227' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/6300724416627259227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/6300724416627259227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2008/02/10-good-things.html' title='10 Good Things'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-7491057526624486133</id><published>2008-02-21T20:59:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T21:11:38.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Courtney's hair is shorter than Nick's!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169649555774041186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/R75I4Ykq7GI/AAAAAAAAACk/uZVfW12K6Xg/s320/IMG_0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169649817767046258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/R75JHokq7HI/AAAAAAAAACs/8X13pmbG_C0/s320/IMG_0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169650084055018626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/R75JXIkq7II/AAAAAAAAAC0/yqSMNwU67yk/s320/IMG_0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169650242968808594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/R75JgYkq7JI/AAAAAAAAAC8/jqZw2kEPIwI/s320/IMG_0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169650556501421218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/R75Jyokq7KI/AAAAAAAAADE/m61ng3TTXAg/s320/IMG_0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169650715415211186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/R75J74kq7LI/AAAAAAAAADM/zNcauzWzq-E/s320/IMG_0043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169650925868608706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/R75KIIkq7MI/AAAAAAAAADU/vTM9o7viVP8/s320/IMG_0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/R75KQIkq7NI/AAAAAAAAADc/RoIgvkwAYxQ/s1600-h/IMG_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169651063307562194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/R75KQIkq7NI/AAAAAAAAADc/RoIgvkwAYxQ/s320/IMG_0053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169651754797296866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/R75K4Ykq7OI/AAAAAAAAADk/7Q0gItVXb5w/s320/IMG_0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I  chopped 11 inches off.  What do you think?  I actually really like it.  :)  Sarah and I are crazy, what can I say?  The title for this post comes from Thatcher's first reaction. :)  It amused me, I'm not gonna lie.  We took a ton more pictures, but I really don't feel like posting the rest.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Waay&lt;/span&gt; too many.  Plus you'd get bored.  Anyways, that's all for now. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mwah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;corky&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-7491057526624486133?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/7491057526624486133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=7491057526624486133' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/7491057526624486133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/7491057526624486133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2008/02/courtneys-hair-is-shorter-than-nicks.html' title='&quot;Courtney&apos;s hair is shorter than Nick&apos;s!&quot;'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/R75I4Ykq7GI/AAAAAAAAACk/uZVfW12K6Xg/s72-c/IMG_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-4645168517490121111</id><published>2008-01-24T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T13:14:33.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update-eriffic</title><content type='html'>Alright, here's what's goin' down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) New Job:  I have 2 jobs now.  I still stuff envelopes, but I also work at a daycare.  It's pretty fun, I've only worked 3 days, so anything could happen.  It's not amazing pay, but better than nothing.  And most of the kids are really cute.  I work Monday through Friday, 2-6.  No weekends, and most of my evenings are free.  So that's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Half Days of School: Since I had most of my credits taken care of, I got home release for a bunch of classes. So I have 2 classes each day, plus seminary (if i feel like it. ;) just kidding).  I get home at about 10:40, unless I go to seminary. Then I get home at 12.  It's nice.  I like it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Chocolate.  I eat too much of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Housing for College: I now have an apartment for next year!  It's great, I'm so excited.  I'm rooming with Sarah... even better!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's about it... my life is grand.  But time is passing slowly, I'm not gonna lie... Next year should come. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya!&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-4645168517490121111?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/4645168517490121111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=4645168517490121111' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/4645168517490121111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/4645168517490121111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2008/01/update-eriffic.html' title='Update-eriffic'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-1618503280346482795</id><published>2008-01-08T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T18:41:08.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scholarship Blah</title><content type='html'>I hate applying for scholarships. No really, it sucks. I mean... How am I supposed to write 500 words on why I deserve a scholarship? I mean, seriously, when I think about it... I probably don't deserve this scholarship. I haven't worked harder than anyone else. I haven't done something great. I haven't done anything, really. But I want this scholarship. Who wouldn't? It's free college. I want Utah State more than almost anything. And having a scholarship would make it all the sweeter. Not only would a scholarship help my current family, but it would help my future family. I mean, money is one of the main things that families fight about, especially newlyweds. How great would it be to not have to worry about paying student debt? I want this scholarship, I really do. But how am I supposed to write 500 words on why I deserve a scholarship that I really don't deserve? &lt;br /&gt;There's tonight's rant.&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-1618503280346482795?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/1618503280346482795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=1618503280346482795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/1618503280346482795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/1618503280346482795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2008/01/scholarship-blah.html' title='Scholarship Blah'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-7130414360835504839</id><published>2008-01-06T20:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T21:06:01.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I wish I was creative. I really do.  I know so many creative people, and I'm jealous.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm eating a coffee flavored sucker.  I'm not sure if I like it or not, but I'm eating.  So hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate is good.  I had a chocolate fest on Friday, and it was way awesome.  It was one of those days where you don't realize how much you need chocolate until you eat some, and then you think "Holy crap, why didn't I eat this earlier?!"  Chocolate is just.... happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought getting mail could make me so happy, but lately it's what I look forward to the most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is a mess... I should clean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post has no point whatsoever.  Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you love it when little things make you smile?  Like... you find something in your room that you had forgotten about, and it brings back the sweetest memories.  And you just have to smile.  Even if you're not having a happy day, you smile cuz you remember happier moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I really should be focusing on other things. Blasted computer... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out.&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-7130414360835504839?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/7130414360835504839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=7130414360835504839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/7130414360835504839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/7130414360835504839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2008/01/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-7849229852316716552</id><published>2007-12-23T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T17:07:22.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Regrets--Finished.  New Rhythm--Just Getting Started.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I got my acceptance letter to USU.  I'm not trying to sound cocky when I say that I wasn't worried about being accepted.  USU pretty much accepts anyone who can read and write their own name.  It's not hard to get in.  But... this is something I've been dreaming about since... I could dream, pretty much.  This is something that I've wanted for my whole life, and now it's happening.  And I am so, so excited!  And a little scared.  Getting this letter means I'm actually going.  In about 8 months, I'll be off to college. I'll move away from home, and start making it on my own.  It also means that I really, really need that scholarship.  I'm taking the ACT (again) on the 3rd of January, and now it's time to study my brains out.  I'm going to be the very best I can be, and hopefully that's enough.  If it's not... well, I'll deal with that when I get to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Scott is now on his mission.   It's somewhat strange for me, because for the past month and a half I've at least talked to him every day.  So it's really strange to me that I haven't spoken to him in 4 days.  I know, I know. Big deal, right?  Well for me it is a big deal.  He is doing something really, really amazing.  And I am so proud of him.  These next two years will be amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past little while I've been hanging out with Sarah, Jamie, Mary, and Katie.  It's really strange for me to be hanging out with girls, I'm not gonna lie.  I've never really got along with girls very well, as Nathan can attest. ;)  Mostly I hang out with guys.  But it's really fun to be able to talk about girl things and to giggle and scream and not get weird looks.  Or not notice the weird looks, anyway.  I don't know how I got these great friends, but I really do love them. They're wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tomorrow is Christmas Eve.  I can't believe it; 2007 is almost over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Nathan was talking about my song.  I wrote a song.  Jaron and Rachel put music to it.  It's super cheesy, but when you hear the music, it's much better.  Nick rolled his eyes when he read it. But hey, I like it.  I don't know if I really want to post the lyrics up here, but if you want to read them, let me know and I'll see what I can do. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's all for today.  Hopefully I'll post again before 2008, cuz I've got some good ideas.  Merry Christmas, everyone.  &lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-7849229852316716552?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/7849229852316716552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=7849229852316716552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/7849229852316716552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/7849229852316716552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-regrets-finished-new-rhythm-just.html' title='No Regrets--Finished.  New Rhythm--Just Getting Started.'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-2765598937274244724</id><published>2007-12-04T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T16:34:48.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crystal Ball</title><content type='html'>It's official. I applied to Utah State last night. I sent my transcript to them today. The future is officially here, and I'm ready for it! I even started looking at majors last night, and I have two that I'm really thinking about. The first one is in physical education with a physical therapy emphasis. That means I would be about one step away from a gym teacher. Freaky, huh? The second one is in deaf education. How cool would that be?! I love sign language. I'm always learning random signs and figuring out how to incorporate them into my daily life. I think it would be awesome!! The funny thing is, I never even considered a career in education. I never wanted to be a teacher, or anything like that. But look at me now. I think deaf education would be amazing, and physical therapy... well, I've already said that I'll basically be a gym teacher in a hospital. But... I'm so excited!! Really, things are happening quickly. But I am so ready for them. I'm excited for graduation, I'm excited for my future, I'm excited for the changes that are going on in my life right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm retaking the ACT for the third (and final) time on January 3. If you are going to Utah State, you can take the ACT on campus and get your results the same day. I'm so close to my scholarship, I can taste it. And this time, I am not going in unprepared. I bought a Sparknotes study guide yesterday, and I am taking this test head on. College will be so much easier if I don't have to worry about paying for it. The study guide has good tips, and even though this will be my third time through the test, I think I'm learning for it. I'm going to get that 31. This is it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I go up to USU to take the ACT, my dad is taking a day off of work and my parents are coming with me. We're taking a campus tour, and I think we're even meeting with an academic advisor. My mom is going to introduce me to some of the people she knows that work at the University. We're also going to check out the housing. I am so ready for this. My mom keeps teasing me, saying I'm a squirrel because every time someone gives me something that I'm taking to college with me, I run upstairs and put it into my college box. Mostly I just have kitchen stuff, like pots and pans. Before I move up to Logan, we're even going to buy a little rice cooker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel... ready for this. Excited. Mature. I can't wait to have my "own" apartment. As weird as it sounds, I'm kind of excited to be poor. :D I want to have to buy my own food, pay for my own house, and depend mostly on myself. I'm looking forward to the independence. I'll be able to do what I want to, when I want to. I guess it kind of sounds bad when I put it that way. It's not like I'm going to stay up until 3 every night and do all sorts of crazy stuff, but I like having the option to do that if I want to. :D Does that even make sense? Who knows, I'm insane! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so amazingly good right now. I am super, super excited for all that lies ahead. I am so excited for all that I have right now. The future is here, boys and girls. And I am oh so ready. :D&lt;br /&gt;your soon to be college girl, &lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-2765598937274244724?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/2765598937274244724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=2765598937274244724' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/2765598937274244724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/2765598937274244724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/12/crystal-ball.html' title='Crystal Ball'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-8926861009408900222</id><published>2007-11-23T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T19:27:16.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever Life</title><content type='html'>My life is  NO whatever life, that's for sure.  I love life. I really do.  Things are going so well.  I'm incredibly, incredibly happy.  I don't think I've ever imagined being so happy.  School is going well.  I'm excited for the future.  More so than I've ever been before.  I have amazing friends.  I'm doing things I've never even thought about doing, and I'm &lt;em&gt;enjoying&lt;/em&gt; doing them.  Isn't that what life is all about?  :D  I believe so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through all of this... things are moving so fast!  And  there are people that I haven't seen in awhile that I would love to talk to again.  There are people that I want to spend time with.  I'm resolving right now to email/call/visit them. :D I will do this.  It can only make me happier than I already am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really don't have much to say.  Isn't it funny? I say that my life is insanely busy, but I don't have much to say about it. :D  I guess that's just the way things go. Well, I better run. ;) Talk to you all soon!&lt;br /&gt;Mucho Amor&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-8926861009408900222?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/8926861009408900222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=8926861009408900222' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/8926861009408900222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/8926861009408900222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/11/whatever-life.html' title='Whatever Life'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-5201063692553906143</id><published>2007-10-26T18:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T18:18:22.542-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time, No Blog</title><content type='html'>Hello, world.  Actually, I won't be surprised if no one really reads this.  It would serve me right for not blogging for so long.  So much has happened lately.  I'm not sure if the world around me is changing, or if I'm changing.  Or maybe nothing's changed.  Who knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is insanely busy.  I'm in the musical this year, as well as concert choir.  As a musical cast we've been preparing for the musical lately (duh), and as a choir we've been preparing for our veterans day concert.  There have been days that I've had musical rehearsals start at 2:30 and go until at 5:30 and choir rehearsals start at 5:30 and go until 9.  Needless to say, it's quite exhausting.  But I know it's all going to be worth it.  The end products will be amazing, and I will carry these memories with me forever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year when we registered for this years classes, I would have sworn to you that I had picked easy ones.  Now I'm not so sure. Things are definitely a lot more difficult than I had planned on them being, but with that said, I wouldn't trade it.  My classes are fun, and I'm learning things.  Not just academic things, but things that I'll carry with me throughout my life.  Things that I'll &lt;em&gt;use&lt;/em&gt; after graduation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work... another challenge.  Those of you who know what I do know that what I do is easy, and works well with scheduling.  The only problem has been trying to find that time to work at all.  I've had to greatly reduce my hours, which has greatly reduced my paycheck.  I thought junior year was expensive, but senior year is definitely leaving a hole in my pockets...  The smaller paycheck is not helping. But hey, the musical is almost over and then I can get back to my regular number of hours, maybe even more. That would be exciting. :D  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are happening so quickly lately.  It's hard to explain. I have one friend married, and one friend who leaves on his mission in December.  A very, very dear friend who is leaving in December.  I am so excited for him.  Only good things can come of him leaving.  But at the same time, I'm going to miss him desperately.  But we've worked things out... I'll write to him while he's gone, and when he comes home he's coming up to Utah State with me.  Wow, 2 years, tho.  It seems like forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you realize that in August I'll be moving?  I'll be away from home, in a place that I've known since my childhood, yet it's a place that is new and exciting.  I'll be accountable for me.  No more running to mommy and daddy when things get rough.  It's up to me to be the good girl, it's up to me to be strong.  I'm excited.  I can do this. :D  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my 100th post.  It's taken me over a year to get here, and that's ok.  I still love my blog, even if I don't get to add to it very often.  It's a fun place for me to come to.  It's a fun place to remember and a fun way to look back on all that I've been lucky enough to experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I have changed.  I don't know, it's hard for me to tell.  I just see the me that's here in the present.  It's hard to remember the me in the past, and it's strange to imagine the me in the future. :D  Am I making any sense?  Probably not. It's a good thing this blog is for me then, right?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've got to run.  I have the ACT tomorrow, and my dad should be home from Vegas very very soon. :)  Much love to everyone, hopefully I'll get to talk to you all soon. &lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-5201063692553906143?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/5201063692553906143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=5201063692553906143' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/5201063692553906143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/5201063692553906143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/10/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long Time, No Blog'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-4289018048742393303</id><published>2007-09-22T21:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T22:08:09.142-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Stuff</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!  Long time no see.  Things have been incredibly busy.  I usually end up getting to school at about 7.  But I don't end up getting hom until 5.  That's 10 hours at school... plus homework and work and church.  So it's a busy busy corky.  Kim and Alan have got me involved in drama... and I have to say, I'm having a ball.  I'm absolutely loving it.  Each day is more fun and adventerous than the next.&lt;br /&gt;Creative writing is also a ton of fun.  Writing comes easier and easier each day.  I love it. :D  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, here's something that I wrote in creative writing.  Let me know what you think of it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring back a memory&lt;br /&gt;A dream, a wish&lt;br /&gt;Bring back a hope&lt;br /&gt;Or a childhood kiss&lt;br /&gt;Bring back a moment&lt;br /&gt;From a time far away&lt;br /&gt;Bring back the music&lt;br /&gt;From a distant day&lt;br /&gt;Bring back a feeling&lt;br /&gt;To enrich the soul&lt;br /&gt;Bring back a story&lt;br /&gt;We already know&lt;br /&gt;Bring back a thought&lt;br /&gt;So fond and so deep&lt;br /&gt;Bring back a dream&lt;br /&gt;From a sleepless sleep&lt;br /&gt;Bring back a want&lt;br /&gt;A need, a desire&lt;br /&gt;Bring back a passion&lt;br /&gt;Burning bright as a fire&lt;br /&gt;Bring back a love&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful and sure&lt;br /&gt;Bring back a home&lt;br /&gt;Warm, cozy, secure&lt;br /&gt;Bring back a life&lt;br /&gt;Too precious to lose&lt;br /&gt;Bring back a something,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got headshots taken at school... I'm not sure how they look. :D Let me know what you think! I love hearing people's opinions.  Comment lots and lots!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/RvXkIreWu8I/AAAAAAAAACI/BUDtWkVQlLY/s1600-h/1237%2520Courtney%2520Wyatt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/RvXkIreWu8I/AAAAAAAAACI/BUDtWkVQlLY/s320/1237%2520Courtney%2520Wyatt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113243789709196226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnyway, there's my update. ;)  Comment.  I like comments. &lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-4289018048742393303?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/4289018048742393303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=4289018048742393303' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/4289018048742393303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/4289018048742393303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/09/cool-stuff.html' title='Cool Stuff'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/RvXkIreWu8I/AAAAAAAAACI/BUDtWkVQlLY/s72-c/1237%2520Courtney%2520Wyatt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-1623266793630744399</id><published>2007-09-03T16:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T17:00:32.172-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk Tall</title><content type='html'>Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 41:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has become one of my favorite scriptures.  So much so that I carry it with me everywhere I go: in my wallet, in a note written to me by one of my best friends in a time of frustration and need.  This is my testimony:  He lives.  He loves me, He loves you.  And He is never far away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk Tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Right now I have a prayer deep within my heart,&lt;br /&gt;A prayer for each of you there is a special part.&lt;br /&gt;That you remember who you are and He who lives above.&lt;br /&gt;Please seek for Him and live His way; you’ll feel His love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Walk tall, you’re a daughter, a child of God.&lt;br /&gt;Be strong—please remember who you are.&lt;br /&gt;Try to understand, You’re part of His great plan.&lt;br /&gt;He’s closer than you know—&lt;strong&gt;reach up, He’ll take your hand&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Long before the time you can remember,&lt;br /&gt;Our Father held you in His arms so tender.&lt;br /&gt;Those loving arms released you as He sent you down to earth.&lt;br /&gt;He said, “My child, I love you. Don’t forget your great worth.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. This life on earth we knew would not be easy.&lt;br /&gt;At times we lose our way—His plan we may not see.&lt;br /&gt;But please remember always—please—that &lt;strong&gt;you are not alone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’ll take your hand. He loves you! He will guide you home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true.  I know it is.  I know it with all of my heart.  He's always there.  All we have to do is reach for Him.&lt;br /&gt;I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-1623266793630744399?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/1623266793630744399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=1623266793630744399' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/1623266793630744399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/1623266793630744399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/09/fear-thou-not-for-i-am-with-thee-be-not.html' title='Walk Tall'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-5544612639676752006</id><published>2007-09-01T12:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T12:52:55.558-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew.</title><content type='html'>Holy Busy Week, Batman!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness gracious, can you say crazy? Cuz that's what my week has been.  It's finally Saturday, and I've still got a busy busy day ahead of me, if everything works out right.  I have to try on a dress for Stephanie, and Scott's randomly decided that he wants to go paintballing, so we'll see what happens!  Plus I still have a box and a half to finish for work, I'm thinking I'll finish those Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, school is eating my paycheck.  So many fees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football game last night.  We lost, but it was seriously a good game.  The Warriors definitely put up a good fight!  I'm proud of our team.  After the game, James, Dakota, and I went to Leatherbyes and got some yummy ice cream treats.  It was HUMONGOUS!!! We shared it, and by the time we finished we were all thuroughly sick of ice cream.  But it was still yummy. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*  I haven't been on the computer much at all lately, I suppose that's what school is.  Less time to waste, more time to work, right?  Speaking of work... I have to clean my room before Steph gets here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love!&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-5544612639676752006?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/5544612639676752006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=5544612639676752006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/5544612639676752006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/5544612639676752006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/09/whew.html' title='Whew.'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-6061897876725452067</id><published>2007-08-21T14:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T14:59:18.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wacky</title><content type='html'>Hey kiddies, guess what! I've been blogging for over a year and didn't even realize it... weird. Yeah, so you guys have had to listen to me for awhile now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not really.  So yeah.  There ya go.  This post is Nathan's fault.  So there.&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-6061897876725452067?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/6061897876725452067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=6061897876725452067' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/6061897876725452067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/6061897876725452067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/08/wacky.html' title='Wacky'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-4342978593349569493</id><published>2007-08-19T18:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T19:17:34.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'>As Promised...</title><content type='html'>Awesome Waves!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/RsjrV2fW1uI/AAAAAAAAACA/OQ4xSJVPAH0/s1600-h/IMG_2146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/RsjrV2fW1uI/AAAAAAAAACA/OQ4xSJVPAH0/s320/IMG_2146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100585338633901794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/RsjquWfW1tI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bGptFDdNBQA/s1600-h/IMG_2144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/RsjquWfW1tI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bGptFDdNBQA/s320/IMG_2144.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100584660029069010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a Buddhist Temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/RsjpwmfW1rI/AAAAAAAAABo/GD76DSA3zmM/s1600-h/IMG_2125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/RsjpwmfW1rI/AAAAAAAAABo/GD76DSA3zmM/s320/IMG_2125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100583599172146866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters at a Luau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/RsjpO2fW1qI/AAAAAAAAABg/IAxWCEzQzps/s1600-h/IMG_2108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/RsjpO2fW1qI/AAAAAAAAABg/IAxWCEzQzps/s320/IMG_2108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100583019351561890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ocean on a rainy day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/RsjoJ2fW1pI/AAAAAAAAABY/oSpity7CLWw/s1600-h/IMG_2061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/RsjoJ2fW1pI/AAAAAAAAABY/oSpity7CLWw/s320/IMG_2061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100581833940588178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kona Temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/RsjfzGfW1kI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_LP1_A1KJpA/s1600-h/IMG_1969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/RsjfzGfW1kI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_LP1_A1KJpA/s320/IMG_1969.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100572647005541954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty picture of the Island...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/RsjfzmfW1lI/AAAAAAAAAA4/K5TiDnNbe3M/s1600-h/IMG_1981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/RsjfzmfW1lI/AAAAAAAAAA4/K5TiDnNbe3M/s320/IMG_1981.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100572655595476562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beach Picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/Rsjfz2fW1mI/AAAAAAAAABA/gSoWt2wczuI/s1600-h/IMG_1984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/Rsjfz2fW1mI/AAAAAAAAABA/gSoWt2wczuI/s320/IMG_1984.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100572659890443874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE the ocean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/Rsjf0GfW1nI/AAAAAAAAABI/xtRQ022h_bY/s1600-h/IMG_2016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/Rsjf0GfW1nI/AAAAAAAAABI/xtRQ022h_bY/s320/IMG_2016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100572664185411186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Shave Ice EVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/Rsjf0WfW1oI/AAAAAAAAABQ/nVosbx3CxZ0/s1600-h/IMG_2060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/Rsjf0WfW1oI/AAAAAAAAABQ/nVosbx3CxZ0/s320/IMG_2060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100572668480378498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Ocean Views...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/RsjeOWfW1jI/AAAAAAAAAAo/hiRF6HJlWh4/s1600-h/IMG_1963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/RsjeOWfW1jI/AAAAAAAAAAo/hiRF6HJlWh4/s320/IMG_1963.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100570916133721650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-4342978593349569493?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/4342978593349569493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=4342978593349569493' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/4342978593349569493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/4342978593349569493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/08/as-promised.html' title='As Promised...'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/RsjrV2fW1uI/AAAAAAAAACA/OQ4xSJVPAH0/s72-c/IMG_2146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-3658566515447181948</id><published>2007-08-13T10:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T10:53:47.575-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Aloha!</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone. It's been awhile. Things have been CRAZY!!! And I've been loving every second of it completely. :D :D Anyway, I can't really think of too much to say right now, mostly I just wanted to say hi! ;) But I better run. The beach is calling my name...&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: there might be a picture later... I'm not 100% sure, but it's a possibility.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-3658566515447181948?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/3658566515447181948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=3658566515447181948' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/3658566515447181948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/3658566515447181948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/08/aloha.html' title='Aloha!'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-4371086040639458139</id><published>2007-07-26T17:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T17:45:16.065-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Shower</title><content type='html'>It's funny how, with one little bit of information, a whole outlook can change.  By learning something new today, my view of the world may shift.  That fact may have always been true, but because I didn't know it, things were different in my world.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm not making any sense; it's just interesting, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know, I'm almost ready for school to start again.  Just so I have something to talk about.  Just so I get to see people everyday again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went swimming with some people today.  It was good fun.  Stuart and Peter threw me into the pool.  The thing is, my body was parallel to the water.  Have you ever belly flopped? Try that on your back.  Molly said it looked like someone had slapped my back with an open palm.  It was all good fun, tho.  I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm going to a movie night at Katie's, I can't wait!  Finally I get to spend time with people who aren't related to me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I better go.  We're going out for dinner...&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-4371086040639458139?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/4371086040639458139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=4371086040639458139' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/4371086040639458139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/4371086040639458139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/07/cold-shower.html' title='Cold Shower'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-2674372331498456734</id><published>2007-07-18T13:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T13:20:22.981-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Day</title><content type='html'>Oh man, today is definitely a happy day, and I'm not sure why.  Everything is just happy.  The sun is shining, it rained last night, I got a great night of sleep, I had a yummy lunch, I'm listening to a great new cd, and talking to one of my amazing friends (yes, that's you, Spencer. ;) ).  It's definitely a dance around listening to crazy music day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cept I have to go to the dentist later... yuck.  Oh well, I'm not gonna let that spoil my day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I have my laptop back!! It's fixed... mostly! ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plain White T's are AMAZING!!!! I love this new CD.  It's pretty much awesome.  The lyrics are totally great.  Hmm... happy corky... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut myself today on a piece of glass from a picture frame.  My thumb is kind of sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnyway, you're all probably in Post Overdose since I've posted 3 times in 2 days.  But I'm having fun.  I might even post again later. ;)&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-2674372331498456734?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/2674372331498456734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=2674372331498456734' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/2674372331498456734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/2674372331498456734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/07/dance-day.html' title='Dance Day'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-1031048250204268823</id><published>2007-07-17T23:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T23:48:17.974-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Post #2</title><content type='html'>Yup, second one for the day.  Ouch.  That's all I can really think right now.  But seriously, that was a low blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the stupid HP thing is over.  I can't do it.  Waaay too much work and stuff going on right now.  But I'm still going to the book release at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.  The end.&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-1031048250204268823?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/1031048250204268823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=1031048250204268823' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/1031048250204268823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/1031048250204268823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/07/post-2.html' title='Post #2'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-2140838666544494306</id><published>2007-07-17T09:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T09:05:46.118-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HPT</title><content type='html'>That's right, everyone. It's Harry Potter Time. The 5th movie is amazing, definitely the best out of all of them. And I'm hoping I'll be able to say the same about the 7th book, which comes out Saturday at midnight. Am I going at midnight? You bet I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when the 6th book came out, my little sister gave me a challenge: "I bet you can't read them all before the next one comes out." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was on the Monday before the 6th book was to be released. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "I bet you I can."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I did. I read the first and part of the second on Monday, I finished the second and read half of the third on Tuesday, finished the third and read part of the forth on Wednesday, finished the forth on Thursday, and read the fifth on Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I read the whole sixth book on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what! I'm trying it again. I'm not sure if I can do it this time. With work, seminary, and a bunch of other stuff going on, it's rough. But I'm trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wish me luck. ;)&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-2140838666544494306?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/2140838666544494306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=2140838666544494306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/2140838666544494306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/2140838666544494306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/07/hpt.html' title='HPT'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-6496040417358676235</id><published>2007-07-09T13:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T13:28:27.235-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>I have no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm online at 1:28 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm not at Lagoon with Stuart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have terrible eating habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm eating a piece of cake for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-6496040417358676235?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/6496040417358676235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=6496040417358676235' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/6496040417358676235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/6496040417358676235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/07/me.html' title='Me'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-5621258070075121909</id><published>2007-06-27T20:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T23:18:14.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Girl!</title><content type='html'>Oh man, I'm super happy right now!  And nothing can take that away.  Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer is going to be so great. We're almost a month into it, and it totally and completely rocks! I'm hoping it keeps going the way it is right now, because... I don't think it can get any better!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to 2 more months of complete summer bliss! Hope everyone else is having as much fun as I am!!&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-5621258070075121909?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/5621258070075121909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=5621258070075121909' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/5621258070075121909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/5621258070075121909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-girl.html' title='Happy Girl!'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-5571777787440963939</id><published>2007-06-20T09:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T11:03:21.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring On The Flip Flops!!</title><content type='html'>Oh man oh man oh man oh man. :D I love saying that... Anyway, I'm finally back from my various adventures and I'm ready to blog. So here goes nothing. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few days have been strange, I mean... well, school ended and I was off to California. I came home, and the next day I was off to Provo (why anyone would WANT to go there, I don't know. ;) I have an EFY excuse... ;) ). So when I finally got home, I feel like I should be getting up and getting ready for school in the morning. It hasn't really hit me that it actually is summer. So the fact that I'm sitting at home writing this instead of doing some writing warm-up in Harward's class is somewhat weird to me right now. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to see any of my friends for more than an hour this summer. Yesterday Steph and I went to Just Add Coffee, and we chilled there with our milk shakes for about... well, a little less than an hour. That was definitely good fun. :D I &lt;3 that girl. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, Alan brought me back &lt;em&gt;the coolest&lt;/em&gt; necklace from NY!!! I LOVE it. You have no idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to be in the Ward Talent Show at the end of the summer. Sort of cuz my mom wants be to be in it, sort of cuz I want to be in it. Anyway, I'm going to be playing A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief and There Is Sunshine In My Soul Today on my guitar. I've changed Sunshine a bit. :D I made it faster, and it sounds really, really cool. You should all come and watch me play. :D :D Cuz I'll need the support... I really hate performing... so why do I do it? Cuz I love it. :D It's a love/hate relationship. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I can't really think of anything else. So you all should have a fantabulous day!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:  Spencer called me "dorky."  I'm so proud of him!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-5571777787440963939?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/5571777787440963939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=5571777787440963939' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/5571777787440963939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/5571777787440963939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/06/bring-on-flip-flops.html' title='Bring On The Flip Flops!!'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-1765371019410717744</id><published>2007-06-02T00:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T00:04:49.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats!</title><content type='html'>Congratulations to the Class of '06-'07. You're now officially "adults." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary. Nathan's an adult. Never thought I'd be able to say it... It almost hurts me inside. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that that's over with.... Make room for the class of '07-'08!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008, We Dominate! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-1765371019410717744?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/1765371019410717744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=1765371019410717744' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/1765371019410717744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/1765371019410717744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/06/congrats.html' title='Congrats!'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-7660480664932570703</id><published>2007-05-28T09:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T16:21:34.092-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hair's Wet...</title><content type='html'>But I guess that's what a shower will do to ya, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe this school year is over.  9 months of struggling with math, history, english, and everything else is almost over.  When I think of what's happened this year, I can't help but laugh.  It's been an insane year.  Am I ready to be a senior?  In some ways, yes.  In others, no.  But one thing's for sure:  Look out Taylorsville.  Cuz I'm in charge, now. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things I remember from this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August:  On one of the first days of school, before the madness that was Seussical, Jaron, Alan, and I sat out by one of the relos and just talked.  It's been one of my favorite memories.  It was just us three.  And all we did was sit, and talk.  No interruptions.  Nothing to rush off and do.  No homework to do.  If you ask me, best friends and silence make the best memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November:  Sadies.  I got to go to a dance with one of my best friends.  How lucky am I?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February:  Birthday!! Ahh!!  Sweethearts... oh man, I had the best time ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April:  Prom. Not the conventional dance, that's for sure. ;) Another date with one of my best friends.  What can I say, I'm lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May:  AP testing. 4 hours of torture.  And the rest is yet to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's just a few memories.  I love remembering.  Let me tell you, I remember some of the stupidest things!  It just makes me laugh.  So much has happened this year.  I've made so many new friends.  Can you believe I've only known Nathan since September?!  lol.  And look at us now.  We're insane!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Junior year is almost finished.  4 more days of madness, and then I'm a senior.  Can you believe it?  I sure can't.  I remember walking down the street with one of my best friends in 2nd grade talking about what we were going to do when we turned 16.  I had decided that I was going to be tall.  I was going to have a red car, and a boyfriend.  And I was going to do whatever I wanted whenever I wanted.  Ha.  Ha.  Ha.  What a dreamer, right?  First of all, I'm short.  Extremely short.  I have a blue (almost purple) truck, and no boyfriend.  And there's no way I do everything I want to do.  But you know what?  I love my life.  I think it's even better than I imagined it was going to be.  So here's to a great summer, and one more great school year.  And then I'm out of here.  ;)  Look out world.  Here I come. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-7660480664932570703?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/7660480664932570703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=7660480664932570703' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/7660480664932570703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/7660480664932570703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-hair.html' title='My Hair&apos;s Wet...'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-1923936992924140957</id><published>2007-05-19T14:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T14:24:18.518-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a Pick in My Guitar...</title><content type='html'>Yup. There's often a pick in my guitar.  I drop it in there accidentally when I play.  Then it takes me like 20 minutes to get it out.  What can I say? I'm defficient.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Kortney's birthday.  Happy Birthday, babe! You're amazing. And old. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Region dance tonight at my stake center.  Partay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the TAAB Awards last night.  TAAB stands for Theatre Awards And Banquet.  They used to be called the Academy Awards.  For some weird reason, Schmid changed the name.  But whatev.  I got to wear my dress from sweethearts, so that was really exciting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I have been watching The Mummy and The Mummy Returns.  I LOVE those movies.  Totally amazing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really need to get my pick out of my guitar.  Cuz I really want to play and I can't play without my pick. So yeah... &lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-1923936992924140957?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/1923936992924140957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=1923936992924140957' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/1923936992924140957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/1923936992924140957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/05/theres-pick-in-my-guitar.html' title='There&apos;s a Pick in My Guitar...'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-6062341246068193575</id><published>2007-05-16T14:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T14:29:06.499-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh Of Relief.... Almost</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been awhile, hasn't it?! Life is insane. So.. oh man, I don't even know where to start! My brain's sort of fried. I had the AP English Language and Composition test today. Friday was the AP US History test. Let me tell you, it feels amazing to have those two things out of the way. I didn't even notice how stressed I was just over those two tests, and now that they're done... It's like I can finally breathe again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my ACT scores back!&lt;br /&gt;Composite Score: 30&lt;br /&gt;English: 33&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics: 27&lt;br /&gt;Reading: 35&lt;br /&gt;Science: 25&lt;br /&gt;Combined English/Writing: 31&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty happy with my score. Then I saw that I needed a 31 to get the scholarship that I want from USU. To make a long story short, I'm taking it again. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally figured out how to drive my stick shift. Now I can drive my truck to school instead of driving my mom's van. That makes me happy. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 days of school left. Hallelujah!!  This summer is going to be AMAZING.  No joke.  I've got a ton of stuff planned.  And you better believe I'm going to be hanging out with my friends A TON!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh!!! I made myself laugh soooo hard yesterday!!  My sisters were making cookies for a school project.  Now, I think that the best time to eat a cookie is when it's right out of the oven so it's all warm and yummy.  My sisters know this, so as they were pulling their cookies out of the oven, they said "Courtney, do you want a hot cookie?"  And I said... &lt;br /&gt;wait for it... &lt;br /&gt;drum roll please... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I AM a hot cookie!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cue the crickets*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, they didn't laugh, either.  But I did.  Oh man, I kill myself sometimes.  Hey, if you can't make yourself laugh, what's the point?  Right?  Right.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that there's only 11 days of school? I'm getting caught up.  I'm really close.  The problem is, I have no ambition.  It's pretty much gone.  I still have an english project, a history project, a bunch of math stuff, plus makeup work.  Ok, so I'm not quite caught up... I might die before the school year ends.  But junior year is the hardest... I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I'm sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, well I'm going to go and try to do some of my homework.  Too bad that doesn't sound appealing at all...&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-6062341246068193575?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/6062341246068193575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=6062341246068193575' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/6062341246068193575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/6062341246068193575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/05/sigh-of-relief-almost.html' title='Sigh Of Relief.... Almost'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-6343451589619489824</id><published>2007-05-06T21:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T21:05:59.822-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>I need more of it, that's for sure.  And the sad thing is, compared to some people, I get tons of sleep.  But I still always feel tired... ugh.  This week will be... interesting.  That's for sure. I don't know if I can handle it all, but I'm going to try.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of trying, I should do my english homework.  I'll try to write a better post tomorrow.  Key word being try.  I already have a ton of homework for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-6343451589619489824?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/6343451589619489824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=6343451589619489824' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/6343451589619489824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/6343451589619489824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/05/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-557166016283249620</id><published>2007-04-26T18:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T18:52:16.959-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tingly</title><content type='html'>My foots asleep. So it's all tingly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I'm writing this for myself.  It's just a long explaination of my day, and you really don't need to read it.  It'll be boring.  And pretty stupid.  So feel free to stop reading at any time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an interesting day. It was Blackout Day for Spirit Week, so I dressed up. Of course. ;) I always dress up. But today was probably my favorite day. I wore my black lounge pants with grey leggings underneath, and a black t-shirt that says "My bishop rocks," and my black flip flops. I was comfy all day long. :D I love it. I was kind of late leaving the house because I couldn't figure out what I wanted to wear. I still managed to make it to school on time, though. So that's good. Today was an A day, which means first period spanish, second period adult roles, lunch, third period history, fourth period social dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First period was alright. We did what we always do: Nothing. He explained conjugating verbs. I'm sorry, but if someone in my class doesn't know how to conjugate a verb, they're screwed. Because, even though I'm in spanish 1, we learned that at the VERY beginning of the year. And here we are in 4th term, and he's explaining it again. My spanish class is full of idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second period wasn't too exciting, either. We did a cross word, which took a surprisingly long time, and she gave us 2 other worksheets that I didn't get to finish. One is on budgeting (ugh) and the other on marriage. They're due next time, so I'll have to finish them this weekend sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was pretty good. Alan and I had cooler ranch doritos and blue ice gatorade. Lunch of champions. All of the really healthy olympians? Yeah, they totally have cooler ranch doritos and blue ice gatorade for lunch everyday. I so know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third period was... well, we had a DBQ today, and I wanted to scratch out my eyes. I did a horrible job. We'll leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth was actually pretty good. We've been working out the kinks on our cha cha performance. I think it's going to be really fun. I don't know if it will look good, but it will be fun. And that's all that's important. Plus, when we weren't dancing, we played Skum. Now that's a fun card game! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school was when everything kind of... collapsed. Today was the auditions for concert choir. Now, everyone is going to think I'm a baby, and it's kind of weird considering how outgoing I am most of the time, but I'm not a performer. I don't like auditions, I don't like performing by myself, I don't like that kind of thing. It scares me to death. I wasn't too scared for the auditions, because Katie was going to audition with me, and it was going to be ok. But then Katie told me she wasn't auditioning. She didn't want to be in the choir. I had been nervous all day, and Alan had sort of been teasing me about it. He's so confident in performing, I don't think he realised how much it scared me. Anyway, I was in the cafeiteria after school, like I always am, when Katie called me and told me that she wasn't auditioning.  I told her it was alright, and then I booked it out of the room.  I knew that i was this [] close to a meltdown, and I didn't want everyone to see me cry.  I'm such a baby!  ;)  So I went to b hall, which is where I knew Alan would be.  If I saw him, that would be great.  But I didn't want to spend a lot of time looking for him because I didn't want anyone to see me cry.  So then Jamie stopped me in the hall "Are you ok?"  Then I lost it.  I started crying, and I explained everything to her.  She consoled me, and talked to me, and comforted me.  I think Austin might have gone to get Alan, or something. Because not long after Austin walked away, Alan walked up behind me.  "Courtney Courtney Courtney!"  I turned to him and started crying harder.  "Court, what's wrong?  Come on, let's go on a walk."  So we walked, and I explained it all to him.  He told me it was ok.  He was going to help me, he would go into the auditions with me and it would be alright.  He told me to go home and get my permission slip, and then come back and find him.  So that's what I did.  I was still sobbing when I got home.  Truthfully, I don't know how I drove myself home.  I was crying the whole way.  I know, I know.  It's rediculous. And I feel pretty stupid about it all now.  But it's been a hard month, and I've been stressed out for a lot of things lately.  This was just the icing on the cake.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came home.  I talked to my mom.  I drank a lot of water, cuz crying really isn't good right before you sing.  I washed my face, brushed my hair.  You know, the basic girl feel-good things.  &lt;br /&gt;Then I ventured back to school.  I was walking into the building when Kortney showed up.  She knew that I had auditions soon, and she knew how scared I was.  Unlike Alan, she understood from the very beginning.  We walked to the band room together, and on the way I called Alan.  Alan felt really bad, but he couldn't come because he was helping with the play, and they were right in the midddle of a run-through.  He wasn't allowed to leave the theater.  If Kortney hadn't been there, I would have freaked out all over again. But I told Alan that I would be ok. ("Are you sure?"  "No.") And I told him that I'd call him when I was finished with everything.  Kortney played the song for me, as I practiced over and over again. Finally it was my turn.  Kortney came in with me, and was my moral support.  T talked to me a bit about choir, and why I hadn't been in it before ("Cuz I've never really thought that I could sing very well.") then she had me sing the melody.  After, she told me that I should have started choir years before.  She told me that my voice is very nice, it just needs a little training.  Then she had me sing some scales.  Kortney said that T had put me with the sopranos, and that she was trying to figure out my range.  Alan told me that T had meant what she said about my voice.  Huh. Well that wasn't nearly as painful as I had thought it was going to be.  But Kim says that now I HAVE to try out for the musical, because now I'm "over" my fear of auditioning.  NOT TRUE!! I'm still gonna be afraid.  And I only have 2 weeks to figure out which song to sing, and to learn it.  Uh oh. Just what I need.  More stress.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is a stupid post, but it feels good to get it all out.  So I'm gonna keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly and I have all but 2 lines of our song for the seminary talent show learned in sign language.  Now I just have to get Alan to mix the music for me.  Maybe I'll see if he can mix it for me this weekend.  If he has any time.  I hope he will, because the talent show is on Thursday, and we need to practice with the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bunch of stuff going on tomorrow.  I have a vocab test with over 100 words, I have 2 math assignments that I need to turn in, and I need to pass off at least 2 songs so I'm not failing guitar at midterm.  The most important is the vocab test.  I can always turn in the math late, he doens't take points off.  And my mom says it's ok if I fail guitar at midterm, because she knows I can bring up the grade easily.  So I need to focus more on the vocab tonight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty tired.  I have been for a long time.  I think it's mostly because of school.  I guess I'm not getting a good enough sleep at night, or something.  Who knows.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is getting to be a really long post, and I think I'm pretty much out of things to say.  Except that my room is really messy.  Anyway, yeah.  That's it.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great night.&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-557166016283249620?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/557166016283249620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=557166016283249620' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/557166016283249620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/557166016283249620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/04/tingly.html' title='Tingly'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-9118048555235412841</id><published>2007-04-23T22:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T22:29:41.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Montana Cowboy</title><content type='html'>I got a kick out of this.  Hope you all like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cowboy at a bar in Great Falls, Montana, orders three mugs of beer and&lt;br /&gt;sits in the back room, drinking a sip out of each one in turn. &lt;br /&gt;When he finishes them, he comes back to the bar and orders three more. &lt;br /&gt;The bartender tells him, "You know, a mug goes flat after I draw it. It&lt;br /&gt;would taste better if you bought one at a time."&lt;br /&gt;The cowboy replies, "I know, but that's O.K . I have two brothers, one in &lt;br /&gt;Billings , the other in Helena . I'm in Great Falls .  When we left &lt;br /&gt;home,&lt;br /&gt;we promised that we'd drink this way to remember the days when we drank&lt;br /&gt;together. I drink one for each of my brothers and one for myself." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender says, "I think that is a nice custom."&lt;br /&gt;The cowboy becomes a regular, and always orders three mugs and drinks&lt;br /&gt;them in turn. One day he comes in and orders only two mugs. &lt;br /&gt;All the regulars take notice and fall silent. When he comes back to the&lt;br /&gt;bar for the second round, the bartender says, "We don't want to intrude&lt;br /&gt;on your grief, but we want to offer our condolences on your loss." &lt;br /&gt;The cowboy looks quite puzzled for a moment, then a light dawns and he&lt;br /&gt;laughs. "Oh, no, everybody's fine," he explains. "It's just that my wife&lt;br /&gt;and I joined the Mormon church and I had to quit drinking. Hasn't &lt;br /&gt;affected my brothers, though."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giggle giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I learned how to laugh in sign language today.  I would show you, but yeah.... ;)&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-9118048555235412841?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/9118048555235412841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=9118048555235412841' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/9118048555235412841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/9118048555235412841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/04/montana-cowboy.html' title='Montana Cowboy'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-5268550368973002288</id><published>2007-04-13T20:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T20:39:46.957-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fab Five</title><content type='html'>Alright, Jaron did this, and as we all know, I'm an idea thief. ;) lol. Anyway, I really would like to do a Fab Five. I'm going to talk about five great things that happened today. I'm going to try to do this quite often. Maybe once a week or something. I think it will help me to focus more on the positive, and maybe it will help you, too. Who knows. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here's today's Fab Five!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flippin' Five: It's Friday!!! What more could I ask for?! lol. Weekends rock. It would rock even more if I didn't have the ACT tomorrow, but hey, Prom should be great, right? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic Four: No Terms test in English!!! We were supposed to have a test on terms for the AP test in English today. But guess who got us out of it? That's right, ladies and gentlemen. The Amazing Corky got our entire AP English class out of the terms test. Go me! ;) Not to sound cocky or anything. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrific Three: I got a 94% on my math test today. :D I guessed on 4 of the problems, and managed to get 3 of them right! Talk about a blessing. :) I missed 2 problems. One that I had thought I would get right, and one that I had guessed on. That totally helped my day today. I was kind of worried about that test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tremendous Two: Seminary Ice Cream Social!! Oh man, I love ice cream! And I love seminary. So when the two combine, great things happen! Like an ice cream social. ;)Lots of friends, lots of fun, lots of ice cream. :D And the weather was nice, so we had it outside. What can be better than that? Oh man, I love strawberry ice cream. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, drum roll please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelming One: Molly and I decided to be in the seminary talent show. Oh my goodness, it's going to be AMAZING!! We decided to learn sign language to some songs that everyone will know. We're thinking Britney Spears, Natasha Beddingfield, *NSync, and more. :P Oh my heck, it's going to be good. :D So, everyone sluff their 1B class, and come and watch Molly and me in a seminary talent show that will totally rock your socks. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is todays Fab Five. Thanks for reading. ;) lol. I'm a geekwad, it's true. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful weekend!&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-5268550368973002288?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/5268550368973002288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=5268550368973002288' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/5268550368973002288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/5268550368973002288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/04/fab-five.html' title='The Fab Five'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-4924831663658105188</id><published>2007-04-12T21:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T21:34:38.431-06:00</updated><title type='text'>School.</title><content type='html'>I hate it.  The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-4924831663658105188?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/4924831663658105188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=4924831663658105188' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/4924831663658105188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/4924831663658105188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/04/school.html' title='School.'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-5625572356683856347</id><published>2007-04-08T21:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T21:56:36.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain!</title><content type='html'>Brierly Ashour, “Rain in April,” Friend, Apr 1979,  inside back cover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the sound of April rain&lt;br /&gt;When skies are gray and clouds hang low.&lt;br /&gt;Rain warms the brown and frozen earth&lt;br /&gt;And helps the sleeping flowers grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night I hear the sound of rain&lt;br /&gt;And think how thirsty plants must be,&lt;br /&gt;All shut up tight inside the ground&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting spring to set them free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra A. Metcalf-Moore, “Rain Is Fun,” Friend, Apr 1985,  inside back cover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain is fun&lt;br /&gt;As it splashes and sploshes.&lt;br /&gt;I like to skitter in it&lt;br /&gt;With my old galoshes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it when raindrops&lt;br /&gt;Pounce on my head&lt;br /&gt;And trickle and dribble&lt;br /&gt;And chill my nose red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it when the wispy wind&lt;br /&gt;Joins in the spree&lt;br /&gt;And tousles my hair&lt;br /&gt;As I frolic—whoopee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dora Faye Redman, “Rain Puddles,” Friend, Jun 1986,  27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain puddles hold&lt;br /&gt;dark clouds,&lt;br /&gt;a bit of blue,&lt;br /&gt;a shimmer of sun,&lt;br /&gt;green treetops,&lt;br /&gt;flower faces—&lt;br /&gt;And me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra Liatsos, “Spring Rain,” Friend, Apr 1981,  39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to stand&lt;br /&gt;In silver rain&lt;br /&gt;And catch the shining&lt;br /&gt;Droplets flung&lt;br /&gt;Like a flood&lt;br /&gt;Of falling stars,&lt;br /&gt;Cool and tingling&lt;br /&gt;On my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more to say.  I love rain.  I'm crazy.  And random.  It's true.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shh... listen.&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-5625572356683856347?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/5625572356683856347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=5625572356683856347' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/5625572356683856347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/5625572356683856347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/04/rain.html' title='Rain!'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-8675170776186552789</id><published>2007-04-06T09:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T09:37:31.672-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 Spring Break!</title><content type='html'>It's already day 2 of spring break 2007, and I'm lovin' it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was awesome. I went to Meet the Robinsons in 3D with Kim, Alan, and Jo. Then we went to the mall and just messed around. We walked around wearing our 3D glasses. That was fun. :D We messed around with all the cool massage-y things in Brookstone, and wandered around Bath and Body works. We had lunch at Chick-fil-A, where Blythe was working. After we got sick of the mall, we went to Arctic Circle for ice cream. Next time, we're sticking to Wendys. The ice cream is good, but the service sucked. After eating ice cream (yummy) we went to this cool Japanese store and looked around. I love Japanese stuff. I didn't buy anything, but I totally could have bought half of the store, it's that cool. :D But I don't think it would all fit onto my shelf with all of my Japanese dolls and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I finally ended up getting home, where I crashed for about an hour. I have no excuse. Other than I was really sleepy. :D Sleep deprivation is finally taking it's toll. ;) I woke up in time for dinner. After dinner, I went to a party at Katie's house. Oh my goodness. SO much fun. There was a guitar hero competition going on. Ping pong, dodge ball with tennis balls (until they all went over the fence), not to mention most of my friends, and some good music. I spent a lot of time with Trevor, because I haven't seen him in FOREVER. He takes classes on the internet now, so he doesn't go to Taylorsville anymore. I miss him!!! We had so much fun. Speedbump. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got home around 11. Talked to my parents for a few minutes, logged on for just enough time to check my email, and then headed to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm up and showered and almost completely ready for the day. My mom is taking my sisters and me shopping for Easter outfits. I'm pretty excited to get a new skirt. And maybe new shoes. :D I'm such a girl. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at about 2:30 we're heading up to Logan. And I am sooo excited!! An aunt and uncle that I haven't seen in a LONG time are going to be there. I'm spending the night at James' house, which means we'll watch a movie, and then I'll watch him play video games until I fall asleep at around 2 (if I manage to stay up that long!). I'm pretty psyched. I'll be home tomorrow night sometime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I &lt;3 spring break!&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-8675170776186552789?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/8675170776186552789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=8675170776186552789' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/8675170776186552789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/8675170776186552789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-3-spring-break.html' title='I &lt;3 Spring Break!'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-2190252407369164523</id><published>2007-04-04T17:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T17:25:20.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something To Think On.</title><content type='html'>I don't know if Jaron reads my blog anymore, and honestly I don't care if he is.  If he is reading it... well, maybe that's a good thing.  I still read his blog, and that might be a good thing, or it might be a bad thing.  The thing is, no matter how angry he makes me, no matter how hurt I feel, no matter what happens, I still love the kid to death.  And I miss him.  When he's sad, I'm sad.  When he's happy, well, I get mixed feelings. Sometimes I get angry.  Because he's happy without me.  Sometimes it makes me really happy, just because he's happy.  But when I see him hurting... when I see him feeling like he's all alone... well, it makes me want to comfort him.  It makes me want to be there for him, to let him cry on my shoulder, to help him through whatever he's going through.  My dad... well, he said something last night that made me think.  And it made me feel horrible.  He told me that I have to decide between having a lot of friends, and having a best friend.  He said that when you have a best friend, it might mean spending every waking minute together.  It might mean feeling clingy, or getting over things that anger you.  Being a best friend means putting everything aside and caring for that person before you care for yourself.  And if that's what being a best friend means, I guess I wasn't a very good friend.  There were times where I wanted to spend time with other people, and so I did.  I thought I was doing the best I could, but I could have done better.  And I truly am sorry for that.  I know I was wrong.  I know I did some things that might not be rude, or mean, but things that a best friend wouldn't do.  I wish I had the chance to be the best best friend.  I wish I could show Jaron how much I care for him.  I wish I had one more chance to be that friend.  I wish I could make him feel better...&lt;br /&gt;yeah, that's how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-2190252407369164523?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/2190252407369164523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=2190252407369164523' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/2190252407369164523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/2190252407369164523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/04/something-to-think-on.html' title='Something To Think On.'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-6916147170303555491</id><published>2007-04-02T06:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T06:49:52.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Sleepy Corky</title><content type='html'>I was gonna wake up at 5 to finish some homework.  Yeah, didn't happen.  I was gonna wake up at 6 to get ready for school.  Yeah, didn't happen.  My mom came in at about 15 after to pull me out of bed.  I don't wanna wake up... Sleepy Corky... I have 2 of my harder classes to go to today: english and pre calc.  But I start off with seminary and end with guitar, so that should be ok.  I don't know how I'm going to be able to stay awake all day... lol.  It's a b day, so Alan, Kim, and I will probably be going to lunch.  Wendy's probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I've gotten horribly predictable.  Sad, isn't it?  After school I'll go to Big Brother/Big Sister, come home at 3:15ish, get online for awhile.  Have dinner, start homework, get online.  Go to bed, wake up tomorrow and do almost the very same thing all over again.  That's depressing.  Maybe I need to do something spontaneous this week.  But not today.  I'm too tired... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.  I should be getting ready for school right now. But I'm not. As usual... lol.  Maybe I'll sleep in math... I never understand anyway, so why should it make a difference?  Cody sleeps in math...  lol. Can you all tell I'm way out of it?  Maybe I need some sugar.  Or some caffeine. :D  lol.  Have you ever seen me on caffeine?  Even just a sip sends me off the wall.  It's fun! Hm... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I better keep getting ready for my sad, predictable day.  &lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know if anything exciting happens.&lt;br /&gt;Ha.  Ha.&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-6916147170303555491?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/6916147170303555491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=6916147170303555491' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/6916147170303555491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/6916147170303555491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-sleepy-corky.html' title='One Sleepy Corky'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-4561520138436077923</id><published>2007-03-31T13:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T13:57:16.112-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One of My Favorite Weekends</title><content type='html'>Conference!!! I love it!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, guys.  Here's my favorite quote from the Morning Session:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The spirit of the gospel is optimistic; it trusts in God and looks on the bright side of things.  The opposite or pessimistic spirit drags men down and away from God, looks on the dark side, murmers, complains, and is slow to yield to obediance.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Orson F. Whitney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pres. Monson quoted this song, and I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;On a beautiful day that I dream about&lt;br /&gt;In a world I would love to see&lt;br /&gt;In a beautiful place where the sun comes out&lt;br /&gt;And it shines in the sky for me&lt;br /&gt;On this beautiful winters morning&lt;br /&gt;If my wish would come true, somehow&lt;br /&gt;Then the beautiful day that I dream about&lt;br /&gt;Would be here, and now.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elder Holland gave a wonderful talk on words.  He gave a maxim for living:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;No misfortune is so bad that whining about it won't make it worse.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there are a few of my favorite moments of this mornings General Conference. :D &lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for the afternoon conference session!&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-4561520138436077923?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/4561520138436077923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=4561520138436077923' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/4561520138436077923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/4561520138436077923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-of-my-favorite-weekends.html' title='One of My Favorite Weekends'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-2296735485062720574</id><published>2007-03-27T23:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T23:05:31.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News/Bad News</title><content type='html'>The good news is it rained today.  The bad news is it's supposed to be snow by morning.&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-2296735485062720574?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/2296735485062720574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=2296735485062720574' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/2296735485062720574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/2296735485062720574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/03/awesome.html' title='Good News/Bad News'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-5131042962225424330</id><published>2007-03-25T08:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T10:03:59.221-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Look!  It's Me!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone! I'm home! And very glad to be home, actually. It was nice to get away, but home is always the best, right? In fact, I think that's why people take vacations: To remind them how great home actually is. The past few weeks have been rough, I'm not gonna lie. It was very nice to get away for awhile, and not have to worry about things. But even tho it was good to get away, it's time for me to get back to everything and everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;California was amazing. I managed to steal the window seat from my sister on the way there. I am so glad that I did! There's just something about being able to look &lt;em&gt;down&lt;/em&gt; on clouds... They looked like huge cotton balls. Some of them were wispy and bare looking. Others were thick and full and looked like they might bounce if you touched them. The sky was miraculously blue, and the sun was bright. What a great way to start a vacation!! When we came in to land, it seemed that no matter how close we got to the clouds, we would never be close enough to touch them. And then suddenly we were engulfed, and I couldn't see anything but white out the window. I love flying. :D After we were through the clouds, it was a total contrast. Everything before had been completely natural. Nothing that beautiful could be man made. And then suddenly there were buildings and roads and cars, it was another kind of beautiful. A different kind. But I have to say... I was staring out over everything, and suddenly there was the ocean. Glinting and shimmering in the sunlight, it took my breath away. The waves were crashing in onto the sand. And I was practically having trouble breathing because I was so excited! And then we turned. I craned my neck, and twisted to keep it in sight, but eventually it disappeared. This only made me more excited to go to the beach! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to talk a lot about Disneyland, cuz it's nothing new to me. Space mountain is probably my favorite ride. I was able to spend a lot of time with my younger sister; we're already close and this trip it was a ton of fun to spend so much time together. It was great to forget about everything that I had been worrying and stressing so much about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday we went to the beach! My mom and sisters stayed at Disneyland, they didn't want to go. But my aunt and uncle, cousins, my dad, and I all went to the beach. I didn't get to spend enough time there! The sand was soft and warm between my toes. The water was freezing! But I didn't mind. I waded in so that the waves reached my knees when they came in. I loved watching the sea foam linger on the beach and on my toes. I walked up and down the beach, leaving footprints in the sand. There were two surfers out in the waves. The beach was calm, and secluded, and wonderful. The weather was perfect. Just cloudy enough to keep the sun off of us, and warm enough to truly enjoy the beach. I wrote my name in the sand with my toes. I made sure to write it close enough to the waters so that when the next wave came in, it was washed away. The sand was covered in shells, but as we had been climbing down to the beach, there had been a sign that had said absolutely no taking anything off the beach. My dad told me no, but whatever. I was on the beach, and I was taking part of it home with me. So as I danced away from my dad through the sand, I watched him. As soon as his back was turned, I'd grab a shell and sneak it into my pocked. I came home with both pockets full of shells. :D All too soon, it was time to leave. I was covered in sand and pretty wet. The bite and sting of the salt water and air covered my skin. I could smell the salt in the air. I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; the ocean. Just as we were leaving, I looked up into the sky just in time to have a raindrop land on my face. Can you say Heaven? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the trip was just as normal.  My dad and I were thuroughly sick of Disneyland the day before we left.  Just like always.  My feet felt like they were gonna fall off, my shins hurt from the climb down to the beach, and my family drove me up the wall.  But what's a family vacation without a little complaining, right?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it was time to come home.  I was really excited.  I managed to weasel the window seat again, although it's harder to see things when you're flying home in the dark.  The only times I was able to see anything was during take off and landing.  I could see the lights of the cities, the lights of the cars, and that was just as beautiful to me as flying during the day time would have been.  All the little lights reminded me of stars in the sky.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm  home.  And I'm very excited to be here.  It's great to be back, and I think I'm ready to face things.  I think my trip to California helped to motivate me.  I'm going to work harder this term, and play less.  I'm going to do what I need to do and do it well. I'm going to be nicer to my family, I'm going to be nicer to my friends.  I'm going to love life.  I'm going to be happy.  I'm going to keep my room clean, and I'm going to stop procrastinating.  And If you believed that last sentence, you don't know me at all.  What I &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; have said is, I'm going to try to keep my room a bit cleaner, and I'm going to try to procrastinate less. ;)  But one thing that I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; going to do is face things.  I'm going to step up to the plate, I'm going to get thigns done.  And I will come off victorious. ;)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things I need to face is... well, Jaron and I are done.  It hurts to say this.  He was my best friend.  But there's been too much heartbreak.  I've cried too many tears.  And I'm done.  It's been hard to talk about.  It's been hard to think about.  I never imagined things would go so wrong, and it would be a lie to say I knew it would come down to this.  A lot of things have happened, but I'm starting to heal.  I can listen to Dashboard now, even the song Hands Down. That was our song.  That's what we would sing (more like scream) along with in the car, laughing the entire time.  I can look back without anger.  And that's a big step for me.  It still hurts sometimes.  But even that will eventually fade.  So Jaron, if you're reading this (and even if you're not), thank you. Thank you for the memories.  Thank you for the laughs and the smiles and the times we sat in silence, just... content.  I will always treasure those memories.  I will never forget them.  I'm sad that it didn't work out the way I thought it would.  I'm sorry if I ever hurt you and I'm sorry for the mean things I might have said.  I wouldn't trade the time that we spent together for anything.  You were truly my best friend, and I loved you more than you'll ever know.  But now we both know that it's time to move on.  It will be better for both of us.  And all I ever wanted is the best for you.  So, Jaron, good luck with whatever is ahead for you.  I wish you only the best.  With all the love in the world, Courtney.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess when I chose my title today, I was thinking more along the lines of "I'm  home."  But I guess what it turned out to mean is... I'm back.  I'm happy.  I'm going to take care of things, I'm going to work things out.  And I'm going to stop worrying.  I worry too much.  What I look like, what others think of me, what I act like... I've always said that I love being me, and I guess for awhile my confidence to be me was shot.  But it's back.  I'm back.  Hey look!  It's me!&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-5131042962225424330?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/5131042962225424330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=5131042962225424330' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/5131042962225424330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/5131042962225424330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/03/hey-look-its-me.html' title='Hey Look!  It&apos;s Me!'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-7061405553023986233</id><published>2007-03-20T15:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T22:24:06.345-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"You don't wear makeup?!"</title><content type='html'>Oh wow. What a day. Not exactly the greatest. Although I did get some laughs, so it wasn't all bad. Lunch pretty much sucked, and so did the beginning of guitar, but then Jared got me laughing, so it was all good. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Jared that he should pass off my songs for my in guitar (I had to pass off two today). He told me that he'd need a wig, we'd have to change clothes, and he'd need some makeup. I told him "I don't wear makeup..." Oh man, I just had to laugh! You should have seen his face! It was classic! I loved it. He was like "What?! I totally thought that you wear makeup. You look like you do, that's why I said that..." It was great. I really don't wear makeup, I wasn't just saying that.... alright, so maybe you just had to be there. :D Or maybe you just had to be me. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Disneyland tomorrow! Look out Cali, here I come! ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow, I'm really behind in work. Still. And I'm no where near done packing. And I have to get up at like 4 tomorrow to finish. Oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnyway, I thought I'd post one more time before I leave. Have a wonderful week, everyone! I get back Saturday night!&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-7061405553023986233?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/7061405553023986233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=7061405553023986233' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/7061405553023986233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/7061405553023986233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-dont-wear-makeup.html' title='&quot;You don&apos;t wear makeup?!&quot;'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-1594129771738722625</id><published>2007-03-15T19:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T19:25:46.195-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing a Song</title><content type='html'>I am in a really good mood! Despite the fact that I should be doing homework right now. For some reason, I'm just really happy, and I don't know why! I love feeling like this. :D I'm totally singing along to my stereo and stuff. It's good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news is, it's end of term and I feel terribly behind. :( That's ok. I'm going to catch up. I know it! I &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to! But I'm feeling really optimistic, it's going to be very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very much a daddy's girl. Tonight I got to go to dinner with my dad, and it was just us two. We haven't been able to do something like that in a long time, and it was really fun. Hopefully we'll get to do it again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love how light it is outside. Totally makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Friday! Who loves weekends? Me! Me! :D Region dance Saturday! All the cool kids will be there. :D I'm so going. ;) It's gonna be good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, sorry for the hyper randomness. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Disneyland next week. I'm pretty excited! People make fun of me for saying this, but I haven't been since July. My mom is a total disney geek. I actually don't mind it. Disneyland is fun. I love the rides. And I can totally scope out the hot Californian guys. ;) lol. jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, well I'm gonna get some homework done. This post was fairly pointless, but I had fun with it. :D &lt;br /&gt;Talk to you later!&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-1594129771738722625?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/1594129771738722625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=1594129771738722625' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/1594129771738722625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/1594129771738722625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/03/sing-song.html' title='Sing a Song'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-9179690847893049884</id><published>2007-03-13T17:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T17:11:34.522-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Deepest Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.  Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.  It is our light, not our darkness, which most frightens us.  We ask ourselves, who am I to be wonderful, talented, gorgeous, fabulous?  Actually, who are you not to be?  You are a child of God.  Your playing small doesn't serve the world.  There is nothing enlightening about shrinking so that other people will not feel insecure around you.  We were born to manifest God's glory within us.  It is in everyone.  And as we let our own light shine, we automatically give others permission to do the same.  As we are liberated from our own fears, our presence liberates others.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad gave me a copy of this quote.  I'm not sure who said it, but it's amazing.  And it's true!  &lt;br /&gt;There's the thought for the day! ;)&lt;br /&gt;I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-9179690847893049884?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/9179690847893049884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=9179690847893049884' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/9179690847893049884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/9179690847893049884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/03/our-deepest-fear.html' title='Our Deepest Fear'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-7748909063938493505</id><published>2007-03-11T08:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T08:46:39.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Day</title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone.  I just woke up! Stake Conference is today, and it's really going to be a great day!  I'm very happy and very optimistic this morning. :D  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan asked me to Prom this week.  I'm pretty excited.  It's going to be really fun!  And I already know how I'm gonna answer him.  I figured it out on Friday night.  I was just messing with him earlier when I told him it was gonna be bad. ;)  But now that I actually know what I'm doing... oh man, it's gonna be classic. :D I would tell you what I'm doing, but since Nathan is one of the like... 3 people who read my blog, I'll wait until he posts about it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love boys choice dances.  There's SO much less work for me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I got my sweethearts pics from my uncle finally. I might post one of them.  I really really like them!  I think they turned out really well considering how dark it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to leave for church in about an hour, so I should probably start getting ready now.  :D  Have a great day, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-7748909063938493505?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/7748909063938493505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=7748909063938493505' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/7748909063938493505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/7748909063938493505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-day.html' title='Happy Day'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-7123492881569274845</id><published>2007-03-07T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T19:42:52.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awww...Cute!</title><content type='html'>"She's Everything"  -Brad Paisley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a yellow pair of running shoes&lt;br /&gt;A holey pair of jeans&lt;br /&gt;She looks great in cheap sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;She looks great in anything&lt;br /&gt;She's I want a piece of chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Take me to a movie&lt;br /&gt;She's I can't find a thing to wear&lt;br /&gt;Now and then she's moody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a Saturn with a sunroof&lt;br /&gt;With her brown hair a-blowing&lt;br /&gt;She's a soft place to land&lt;br /&gt;And a good feeling knowing&lt;br /&gt;She's a warm conversation&lt;br /&gt;That I wouldn't miss for nothing&lt;br /&gt;She's a fighter when she's mad&lt;br /&gt;And she's a lover when she's loving &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;And she's everything I ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;And everything I need&lt;br /&gt;I talk about her, I go on and on and on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause she's everything to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a Saturday out on the town&lt;br /&gt;And a church girl on Sunday&lt;br /&gt;She's a cross around her neck&lt;br /&gt;And a cuss word 'cause its Monday&lt;br /&gt;She's a bubble bath and candles&lt;br /&gt;Baby come and kiss me&lt;br /&gt;She's a one glass of wine&lt;br /&gt;And she's feeling kinda tipsy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the giver I wish I could be&lt;br /&gt;And the stealer of the covers&lt;br /&gt;She's a picture in my wallet&lt;br /&gt;Of my unborn children's mother&lt;br /&gt;She's the hand that I'm holding&lt;br /&gt;When I'm on my knees and praying&lt;br /&gt;She's the answer to my prayer&lt;br /&gt;And she's the song that I'm playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the voice I love to hear&lt;br /&gt;Someday when I'm ninety&lt;br /&gt;She's that wooden rocking chair&lt;br /&gt;I want rocking right beside me&lt;br /&gt;Everyday that passes &lt;br /&gt;I only love her more&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she's the one &lt;br /&gt;That I'd lay down my own life for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's everything I ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;And everything I need&lt;br /&gt;She's everything to me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah she's everything to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;And everything I need&lt;br /&gt;She's everything to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, this song is cute!  I love it!  It's country, so I know a few people won't like it.  But you have to admit, the lyrics are good. :D  Oh man, I love music!  This is seriously good stuff.  I love getting itunes gift cards for my b-day. :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I better run.  You guys rock.&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-7123492881569274845?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/7123492881569274845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=7123492881569274845' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/7123492881569274845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/7123492881569274845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/03/awwwcute.html' title='Awww...Cute!'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-249912720155290783</id><published>2007-03-05T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T21:59:44.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this a pick up? 'Cuz I've gotten better lines from boys in my high school lunch room.</title><content type='html'>I know Spencer might not approve of this, but I think it's hilarious!  These are all pick up lines, and they make me laugh. :D  They're all pretty cheesey, just a warning.  Would these actually work on me?  A few of them might. ;)  You'll just have to try them out for yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a Bandaid? Because I just scraped my knee falling for you.&lt;br /&gt;Let's make like fabric softener and snuggle.&lt;br /&gt;There must be something wrong with my eyes, I can't take them off you. &lt;br /&gt;Girl, you better have a license, cuz you are driving me crazy!&lt;br /&gt;You make me melt like hot fudge on a sundae. &lt;br /&gt;Can I borrow a quarter? I want to call my mom and tell her I just met the girl of my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;I must be in heaven because I'm standing next to you!&lt;br /&gt;If I could rearrange the alphabet, I'd put U and I together.&lt;br /&gt;You must be from outter space cause I can see the stars in your eyes. &lt;br /&gt;If you were a booger I'd pick you first.&lt;br /&gt;Can I have directions?  To your heart. &lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again? &lt;br /&gt;When I saw you from across the room, I passed out cold and hit my head on&lt;br /&gt;the floor...so I'm going to need your name and number for insurance reasons.&lt;br /&gt;You know what? Your eyes are the same color as my Porsche.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a map? Because I just keep getting lost in your eyes!&lt;br /&gt;Is there an airport nearby or is that my heart taking off? &lt;br /&gt;Do you have any raisins? No? How about a date?&lt;br /&gt;A song from your lips is an aria from heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Are you a parking ticket? You got fine written all over you.&lt;br /&gt;Are you a tamale? 'Cause you're hot.&lt;br /&gt;Are you accepting applications for your fan club?&lt;br /&gt;Are you an interior decorator? When I saw you the room became beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Are you as beautiful on the inside as you are on the outside?&lt;br /&gt;Are you going to kiss me or do I have to lie to my diary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. :D They're hilarious, right? ;)  That's my bit for the night.&lt;br /&gt;Adios, Amigos.&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-249912720155290783?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/249912720155290783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=249912720155290783' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/249912720155290783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/249912720155290783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/03/is-this-pick-up-cuz-ive-gotten-better.html' title='Is this a pick up? &apos;Cuz I&apos;ve gotten better lines from boys in my high school lunch room.'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-378428001569245034</id><published>2007-02-26T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T19:52:33.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Line In A Song...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I really love music. It's amazing... I just love it! There's a song for every mood. Different songs strike me at different times. These are just a few lines from a few songs that made me think. Maybe they applied to my life at the time, or maybe I just like the lyrics. Anyway, here ya go. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be your crying shoulder, I'll be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;love's&lt;/span&gt; suicide I'll be better when I'm older, I'll be the greatest fan of your life." -Edwin McCain, I'll Be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our song is the slamming screen door, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sneakin&lt;/span&gt;' out late, tapping on your window When we're on the phone and you talk real slow Cause it's late and your mama don't know Our song is the way you laugh The first date "man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have"And when I got home ... before I said amen Asking God if he could play it again" -Taylor Swift, Our Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He said the way my blue eyes shined Put those Georgia stars to shame that night I said: "That's a lie."Just a boy in a Chevy truck That had a tendency of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gettin&lt;/span&gt;' stuck On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;backroads&lt;/span&gt; at night And I was right there beside him all summer long And then the time we woke up to find that summer gone." -Taylor Swift, Tim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;McGraw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm falling even more in love with you letting go of all I've held onto I'm standing here until you make me move I'm hanging by a moment here with you." -&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lifehouse&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hangin&lt;/span&gt;' By A Moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cause it's you and me and all other people with nothing to do Nothing to lose And it's you and me and all other people And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you" -&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lifehouse&lt;/span&gt;, You and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe I'm not but you're all I got left to believe in Don't give up on me I'm about to come alive And I know that it's been hard And it's been a long time coming Don't give up on me I'm about to come alive" -Train, I'm About To Come Alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some people want it all But I don't want nothing at all If it ain't you baby" -Alicia Keys, If I Ain't Got You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And all the perfect words they seem so wrong, She's gone You wish that you could learn to see, The door is closed and you wish you could be Alone with you, alone with me What can I do, I cannot breathe My heart is torn, for all to see Alone with you, alone with me." -The All-American Rejects, One More Sad Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you believe in magic? In a young girls heart How the music can free her whenever it starts And it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;magic if&lt;/span&gt; the music is groovy It makes you feel happy like an old time movie" -&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Aly&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;AJ&lt;/span&gt;, Do You Believe In Magic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do." -Taylor Swift, Teardrops on My Guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"there's never a wish better than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;this When&lt;/span&gt; you only got 100 years to live" -Five for Fighting, 100 Years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"she laid her heart and soul right in your hands And you stole her every dream and you crushed her plans She never even knew she had a choice and that's what happens When the only voice she hears is telling her she can't You stupid boy" -Keith Urban, Stupid Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd rather be anything but ordinary please" -Avril &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;, Anything But Ordinary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Closing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;timeYou&lt;/span&gt; don't have to go home but you can't stay here ... Closing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;time Every&lt;/span&gt; new beginning comes from some other beginning's end" -Closing Time, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Semisonic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want a little something more Don't want the middle or the one before I don't desire a complicated past I want a love that will last Say that you love Say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; the one Don't kiss and hug me and then try to run I don't do drama My tears don't fall fast I want a love that will last" -Renee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Olstead&lt;/span&gt;, A Love That Will Last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cause you had a bad day You're taking one down You sing a sad song just to turn it around You say you don't know You tell me don't lie You work at a smile and you go for a ride You had a bad day The camera don't lie You're coming back down and you really don't mind You had a bad day" -Daniel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Powter&lt;/span&gt;, Bad Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there are just a few. There are so many more! I have so many favorite songs! I would love to post them all here, but that would take forever and be WAY too long. :D I really liked this idea, it was really fun to look at the lyrics to these songs. Hope you like it!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;corky&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-378428001569245034?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/378428001569245034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=378428001569245034' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/378428001569245034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/378428001569245034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-line-in-song.html' title='Just A Line In A Song...'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-7260013165913238626</id><published>2007-02-22T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T19:01:28.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Hola&lt;/span&gt;.  I've been having an off... month, I guess.  But for some reason right now I just feel really happy.  I'm not sure why, exactly, but I feel happy.  It's a nice feeling, and I can't get the smile off of my face, not that I want it gone or anything. :D&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done much work lately, homework or otherwise.  I decided to do some today.  I think that's a good idea. &lt;br /&gt;Nobody is home, I'm here alone.  And I like it.  It's fun to have the house all to myself.  I've got my music turned up nice and loud, and it just feels&lt;em&gt; good.  &lt;/em&gt;Strange, huh?  I like it. :D&lt;br /&gt;Well, I really need to finish up a bunch of stuff.  I have some people I want to email ,*cough*Spencer and Nathan*cough* ;)  and I need to clean my room and do a bunch of homework. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;fantabulous&lt;/span&gt; night, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;corky&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-7260013165913238626?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/7260013165913238626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=7260013165913238626' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/7260013165913238626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/7260013165913238626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/02/random-ramblings.html' title='Random Ramblings'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-2777712262083883601</id><published>2007-02-19T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T22:35:06.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacrifice</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, when you love something/one... you give up what you want for what's best for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I'm doing.  I don't exactly like it.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;corky&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-2777712262083883601?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/2777712262083883601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=2777712262083883601' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/2777712262083883601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/2777712262083883601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/02/sacrifice.html' title='Sacrifice'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-7136599848809531021</id><published>2007-02-18T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T18:52:42.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Day of My Life!</title><content type='html'>Wow. Sweethearts was just... amazing. I swear, yesterday was probably the best day of my life. I can't even begin to explain how great it was. :D It was just... oh man. :D The funny thing is, it started out ALL wrong. I won't lie to you, I stressed about it all week. I was worried because my date (Scott) isn't from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Taylorsville&lt;/span&gt;, and he doesn't really know anyone here. All week I was worried that he would have a horrible time, or that he wouldn't show at all. It wasn't the best of weeks anyway, and this worried just increased the all over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;crappiness&lt;/span&gt;. At about 9 yesterday he texts me to tell me that he's going to be about an hour late. Which is really no biggie, because I had told him to be here a half an hour earlier than he needed to be, anyway. But the fear of him blowing me off increased with this text. He finally got here, and I breathed a major sigh of relief.&lt;br /&gt;First we went to pick up Autumn, then we ventured to Marissa's house for lunch and let me tell you, Scott knows how to make a pizza!!! Each couple made their own pizza, I basically let Scott put whatever he wanted on ours. I'm not picky. It was an awesome pizza. Very yummy.&lt;br /&gt;Our original plan for our day date was to go to the Boondocks and play miniature golf and laser tag; but because of the lateness (and Thatcher's basketball game), we had to move to plan B. We went to Hollywood Connections instead. Thatcher and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Wilenys&lt;/span&gt; decided they didn't have time before the game, so they went home and the rest of us went to Hollywood Connections. Autumn, Jon, Scott, and I got there before Marissa and Jared, so we decided to buy tickets while we were waiting. We decided on laser tag, and we wandered around like idiots for about 10 minutes trying to figure out where the laser tag was. When we finally found it, we were told that the next available game was at 3:40. Yeah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;that'll&lt;/span&gt; work. Not. We were now on plan C. So mini golf it was. Marissa and Jared finally got there, we paid for our mini golf tickets, and proceeded to stand in line for probably another 10 or 15 minutes before we actually were able to start our game of golf. I was kind of worried that Scott wouldn't like my friends, but he seemed to be getting along with everyone perfectly. He didn't care that we teased him, in fact, he teased back. He even laughed at all of Thatcher's weird jokes. We finally got to play, but it was taking forever. I was starting to get worried. It was after 3, and I had told Sarah that I would be at her house BY 4 so she could do my hair. PLUS, my uncle was taking our pictures and West Jordan Park at 5. We were cutting it close! Despite the time issue, we all had a ton of fun. We made fun of each other, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; none of us were really that good. We skipped ahead of a couple of people in front of us, because it was getting really late! We left Hollywood Connections at about 5 to 4. Scott went with Jared to his house to get ready, and I booked it over to Sarah's.&lt;br /&gt;You should all be proud of me. I got ready in less than an hour. That's hair, make-up, dress, and jewelry. All in less than an hour. Heck yes, I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad we were still almost an hour late to pictures. It's a good thing that my uncle loves me.&lt;br /&gt;We took our pictures at West Jordan Park. You know, the one with the big wooden castle. It was amazing. We got pictures on the swings, the slides, the tire swing, and in the castle. We did both group and single shots. I hope they turn out well. :D I'm sure they will. It was pretty funny, tho. These 3 little girls were following us around. Watching us, and playing with us.&lt;br /&gt;After pictures, we came back to my house. My dad made dinner for us, and it was delicious!  After dinner we sat around and talked for awhile.  It was so much fun!  I laughed so hard.  Actually, everyone laughed. :D &lt;br /&gt;We went to the dance around 8:30.  I think that was the best dance I've ever been to, region dances included.  The music was pretty good, I don't think there was a song I really objected to.  It ended at 10, and the cops herded us out of the school.  But seriously, when there's about 500 people trying to cram through one door, they kind of need to chill.  We had decided on Arctic Circle, but it was closed.  Weird, huh?  I didn't know Arctic Circle closed so early.  We grabbed some ice cream from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Albertsons&lt;/span&gt; and went back to my house and played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;.  Everyone had to leave around 11, because my dad left again today and needed to get to bed. &lt;br /&gt;I was so worried that Scott wouldn't have a good time, or that he wouldn't come at all.  I'm so glad he came, I'm glad I asked him, and I'm glad he had a good time.  Yesterday seriously was the best day of my life.  And I didn't even tell you everything!  I left out a lot of details, some because they weren't necessarily important, some because I just wanted to keep it to myself. Oh wow, it was a great day. :D&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've bored you all.... ;)&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful night.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;corky&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-7136599848809531021?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/7136599848809531021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=7136599848809531021' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/7136599848809531021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/7136599848809531021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/02/best-day-of-my-life.html' title='Best Day of My Life!'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-9217363554757154454</id><published>2007-02-15T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T19:02:40.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trippy</title><content type='html'>Ugh.  I feel yucky.  Something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;trippy&lt;/span&gt; is going on in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stomach&lt;/span&gt;, and my head just might explode.  I came home early from school today.  I guess I looked as good as I felt, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I had about 20 people ask me if I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  At lunch today, Kim and I were talking.  All at once I got dizzy and hot.  She took one look at me and kicked Alan out of his chair so I could sit down.  It was a good thing, too.  I was pretty close to passing out.  I can't afford to be sick this weekend.  There's way too much going on.  I'm pretty sure this is a one day thing, tho.  Hopefully it doesn't throw off my weekend.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Annyway&lt;/span&gt;, there's my post for the day.  See &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; later.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;corky&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-9217363554757154454?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/9217363554757154454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=9217363554757154454' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/9217363554757154454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/9217363554757154454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/02/trippy.html' title='Trippy'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-2494490104136852515</id><published>2007-02-14T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T18:35:11.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estoy Loca Por Ti</title><content type='html'>Happy Hearts Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, it's finally Valentines day again. The day that every teenage girl without a boyfriend hates. Guess what. No boyfriend here. However, my inner hopeless romantic will not allow me to completely hate a day that celebrates love. However, if you don't want to celebrate V-day, you can celebrate Singles Awareness Day. But that's just SAD. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines day is sort of like a chick flick, especially for girls.  All girls love a good chick flick, but if you ever watch a chick flick with a girl, you will notice that afterwards all they can say is how much they hate chick flicks in general.  Why do girls watch chick flicks if they hate them?  Well, girls don't necessarily hate chick flicks.  Girls hate that their lives aren't like the lives of the girls in the chick flicks.  We don't always get the guy, and if we do get the guy, he's not perfect like the guy in the movie.  Sometimes girls feel worse about themselves after viewing the chick flick.  But we still love them.  Just like we still love Valentines day.  Even if we deny it.  Even if we profess to hate it, we still love it.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; we're saps.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; we're hopeless romantics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Annyway&lt;/span&gt;, I better run.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, the title of this post means:  I'm crazy for you.  Appropriate, huh?&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;corky&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-2494490104136852515?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/2494490104136852515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=2494490104136852515' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/2494490104136852515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/2494490104136852515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/02/estoy-loca-por-ti.html' title='Estoy Loca Por Ti'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-4984048429503855333</id><published>2007-02-11T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T10:11:53.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February 11</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to You.  Happy Birthday to You.  Happy Birthday Dear Jaron.  Happy Birthday to you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Jaron! My best friends are now both 17.  I feel so young!!!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Jaron!&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-4984048429503855333?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/4984048429503855333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=4984048429503855333' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/4984048429503855333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/4984048429503855333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/02/february-11.html' title='February 11'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-7834635001418648615</id><published>2007-02-06T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T20:00:54.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pointless</title><content type='html'>Do you ever find yourself just doing something, and you wonder why in the world you're doing it?  It's some pointless little thing that you don't even like doing, you get nothing out of it, and it's basically a waste of time?  Yeah, I was just doing that.   I'm sitting here, basically just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;chillin&lt;/span&gt;'.  Checking some stuff out online, and I wonder: why am I even on the computer?  I'm not having fun, I'm not talking to anyone, I'm not doing homework.  So what's the point of me sitting here being bored?  There's so much I still need to accomplish tonight, and I haven't done anything in the past half an hour because I've been on the computer.  And I find that I enjoy being on the computer more when every thing else that I have to do is completed.  I have homework, work, and plenty of other things to take care of.  Yet, here I am.  Typing away.  I don't even have music playing.  So right now, I'm pointless.  I'm gonna go fix that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;corky&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-7834635001418648615?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/7834635001418648615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=7834635001418648615' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/7834635001418648615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/7834635001418648615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/02/pointless.html' title='Pointless'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-7269164958002541122</id><published>2007-02-01T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T21:49:23.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things I Hate About You</title><content type='html'>This is a good movie, even though it is a bit crude.  It's a chick flick, and I can't resist chick flicks.  Here's my favorite part, it's kinda been my theme lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare.&lt;br /&gt;I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you so much it makes me sick — it even makes me rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you make me laugh — even worse when you make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it that you're not around and the fact that you didn't call.&lt;br /&gt;But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you — not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;corky&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-7269164958002541122?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/7269164958002541122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=7269164958002541122' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/7269164958002541122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/7269164958002541122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/02/10-things-i-hate-about-you.html' title='10 Things I Hate About You'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-9012946814769217018</id><published>2007-01-31T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T20:46:10.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Even Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Soo&lt;/span&gt;... yeah.  I didn't do my homework last night.  Or the night before.  Or the night before.  Nice, huh?  Getting behind so soon after the new term starts.  I decided today that I was gonna kick school in the butt and get caught up.  But my doctor's appointment screwed that up.  So I came home and did nothing, again.  I tried to clean my room, and I did make SOME headway, but it's still not done.  I hate getting behind, but I hate working.  I hate how much homework I get.  It totally is not even good.  Not at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I decided that I actually like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Harward&lt;/span&gt;.  I just don't like his homework.  He's super nice and really willing to help us as long as we just ask.  I really wanted to get a lot done tonight, but it's already 8:45 and I haven't done anything.  Maybe I'll just stay up late and get it all done.  Then I'll probably be cranky tomorrow morning.  But at least I'll feel good tonight... yeah, that sounds like a good plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt;' on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, one more thing.  There's an "I Hate Courtney" Club at school.  They're currently taking applications.  You should check it out. ;)&lt;br /&gt;I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;corky&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-9012946814769217018?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/9012946814769217018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=9012946814769217018' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/9012946814769217018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/9012946814769217018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-even-good.html' title='Not Even Good'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-6535090153713119275</id><published>2007-01-28T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T18:04:16.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unnnnh</title><content type='html'>You know when you first wake up and you're no where near coherent and the only thing you can manage to say is "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Uhnnnnh&lt;/span&gt;..."?  Yeah, that's how I am right now.  It's actually pretty fun.  I'm just warm and sleepy.  I feel kinda bad tho, cuz I'm talking to people and they probably think I'm being rude.  I promise I'm not, I'm just drowsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's a good song?  Dream Big by Ryan Shupe and the Rubberband.  It's awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we're going to my grandma's house now. So I'll see ya'll later.&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-6535090153713119275?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/6535090153713119275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=6535090153713119275' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/6535090153713119275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/6535090153713119275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/01/unnnnh.html' title='Unnnnh'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-3445024635334765723</id><published>2007-01-24T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T16:56:37.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick of Sad</title><content type='html'>Ugh. Alright, here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is allowed to have their emotions. That's totally true. And I think it's good to feel a variety of things. BUT I &lt;u&gt;hate&lt;/u&gt; it when my friends are sad. Seriously. And I feel like I have to fix it. I feel like I have to make it better. When someone is sad or angry, my first thought is "Did I do something?" My second thought: "What can I do to make it better?" And when the answer to the second question is no, it KILLS me. I hate not being able to fix things. I'm a fixer. I can't help it. My dad's a fixer. I guess I learned it from him. I hate knowing that anyone is sad or hurt (physically, emotionally, mentally) and that there's nothing I can do to make it better. I guess that's one reason I want to be a doctor: I can fix people, at least physically. Even if I don't know them, or their family, or what they did yesterday, I would be able to help them. (Was that a comma splice? Oh well.)&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to learn that, most of the time, I can't fix it. Whatever IT is. And you know what? It doesn't feel good to figure this out. It seems that lately, when one of my friends is having a bad day, or feeling sad, there's nothing-ABSOLUTELY NOTHING- that I can do. And it hurts. So I've started to avoid people when I know they're sad. Horrible, huh? Doing that completely goes against every instinct and nature I have. Because when I'm around someone, and they're sad, especially if I can't fix it....well, it makes me sad. And I hate being sad. So I have to choose between being with someone and being sad, or being without them. And that's a hard choice. Either way, I'm not as happy as I could be. I hate not being happy. I try my hardest to stay happy, and I like it that way. Even when I have a crappy day, I still try to find at least one thing to smile about. And I've gotten pretty good at doing this. But when I'm sitting next to someone, and they're sad, and I can't fix it... it's hard to find anything to smile about. (I have a feeling there are a bunch of comma splices in this post. Curse you, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Harward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. This probably isn't making any sense... :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just know that... Well, I'm sick of people being sad. I'm sick of not being able to make people happy. I'm sick of people being sad because of me or something I said or did. I'm sick of not being able to laugh and smile because people are sad. It's stupid. I'm a happy robot, and I like it the way I am. But it's becoming increasingly harder to stay a happy robot when everyone around me is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Annnnnnnyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, on that happy note. ;) I'm outta here.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;corky&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/30463419-3445024635334765723?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/3445024635334765723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=3445024635334765723' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/3445024635334765723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/3445024635334765723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/01/sick-of-sad.html' title='Sick of Sad'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-4683807538319886854</id><published>2007-01-11T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T17:38:09.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EOT</title><content type='html'>End Of Term.  I'm way behind, so I probably won't be blogging much in the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm going to blog much for the next little while, anyway.  I think I'm just going to take a break.  I really have nothing to write about.  And there are like, 2 people even reading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm out, for now and for a awhile after.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;corky&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-4683807538319886854?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/4683807538319886854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=4683807538319886854' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/4683807538319886854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/4683807538319886854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/01/eot.html' title='EOT'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-5159098177864738978</id><published>2007-01-04T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T09:09:30.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic</title><content type='html'>Today is the 4th day of 2007. Now, I could do a simple review or 2006. Or I could be a loser and completely follow Nick (Great job, Nick, btw. That was an awesome post.). OR I could be Courtney, and come up with something completely new. So I decided to do that. Technically, it's still a review of 2006, BUT instead of hearing how I feel now about something that happened in March, you can hear about how the me in March feels about that thing that happened. Does that make sense? So basically, here's what's goin' down. I'll go month by month, describing an event taking place in each month, AND I'll include a quote from my journal, talking about that specific event. So even though I might feel differently now about something that happened a few months ago than I did when it first happened, you're going to hear how I felt then. :D Just know, most of the things I'll write about aren't huge events. They're little nights watching movies with my friends, or at dances, or things like that. They may mean nothing to anyone but me. But I had fun, and they do mean something to me. So read on. Ladies and gentlemen: This is going to be Epic.&lt;br /&gt;Let's start at the beginning, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January:&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated the New Year with Tania, Valerie, Thatcher, and Kyle at First Night for Youth at the Conference Center. It was AMAZING. You have no idea. Ryan Shupe and the Rubberband was awesome. Kelly Duhan was as entertaining as ever. It was a wonderful night, we had dinner at my house, although because Thatcher was late (as always!) he was rather rushed in eating. Then we took Trax downtown. Afterwards we returned to my house to play Catch Phrase, and pop some poppers at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;On January 26, I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;New Years Eve we went to the First Night for the Youth at the Conference Center. I took Valerie, Tania, Kyle and Thatcher. It was a lot of fun even though we missed the region dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February:&lt;br /&gt;The region dance in February was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;On February 19, I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the region dance. It was a lot of fun. A little bit into the dance, we (meaning me, Stuart, Seth, and Peter) decided to go outside. It was snowing and there was a ton of snow on the ground. The ground was cold and wet, so of course I went out barefoot. Seth and Peter both freaked out. I was laughing and teasing them. I was perfectly fine. A little chilly ;), but fine. I even walked through the mounds of snow, with snow up past my ankles. I ignored the protests of all of my friends. Finally, they made me go back inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing about that, is that there were little puddles around my feet for the next 15 minutes until all of the snow melted off my feet and legs. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Then February 28 was my birthday! I turned 16, and had an awesome birthday party. This deserves to be in here, because it was a big deal to me. I don't know if anyone else cared, but I had fun!&lt;br /&gt;On February 28, I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;*Happy Birthday to me! Happy Birthday to me! Today has been the best birthday ever! On Friday I had my birthday party. Too much fun... Thatcher got his coat stuck in the Tanner's tree. Crazy kid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March:&lt;br /&gt;In March, Taylorsville City Youth Council went to Utah State for a few days for a leadership conference. I made a bunch of new friends, and had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;On March 18, I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;I just had a great week! I went to USU Youth Council Conference. I made some amazing friends! Hannah, Isabelle, Nate and Joel. We had such a great time. And they're from River Heights! They know grandma and grandpa! So the most amazing thing about this is that I'll get to see them again! It was really sad when we left today. I got cell phone numbers and everything, so it's going to be so great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have seen them since! It's amazing, I love making new friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April:&lt;br /&gt;The band, orchestra, and choir went on tour. It was a lonely week.&lt;br /&gt;On April 2, I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;The past few days have been good, but strange. The band, orchestra, and choir went on tour. School has been so empty. Usually there are about 20 people around my locker. On Wednesday-Friday there were 2. Everyone was gone. Stuart, Becca, Melissa, Peter, Kenny, Sarah, Kyle. There were some people still at school, like Thatcher, James, Levi, Valerie, Tania, and Hope. And it was fun to spend more time with them, but there were a ton of people gone. I've talked to Melissa a lot while she's been gone They went to the zoo and the beach and Sea World. I talked to Kenny yesterday. It was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also started hanging out with Jaron and Alan more. And now they're my best friends!&lt;br /&gt;On April 2, I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;I've been hangin out with Jaron and Alan a lot lately, too. They're so funny! They make me laugh so hard! "I'm unarmed!" Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;On April 9, I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;Jaron and I... decided to make up our own country. It's called Cjaron. It's awesome! We even have our own "language." It's so cool! ... Jessica and I decided we're gonna double w/ Jaron and Alan. We're gonna go bowling. Jaron says he'll teach me, which is good cuz I can't bowl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May:&lt;br /&gt;I didn't write anything in my journal during May. I'm sure whatever I was doing, it was great fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June:&lt;br /&gt;Girls camp. Ugh. If you know me, you know I am NOT a camper. We'll leave it at that. ;)&lt;br /&gt;On June 7, I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;Kill me now. I'm in a van with 12 other girls. Most of them are beehives, and VERY loud. Lynsey won't shut up! She's singing and gossiping and annoying me. ... I swear, someone is going to end up dead before we get to camp. Either me or someone else! And it'll be my fault!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you see that I have little patience when I'm cramped up in a van with 12 12 year olds who are singing Rascal Flatts songs at the top of their lungs. And it's probably not a good idea to wake my up at 5 AM during the summer, either. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On June 8, I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;Alone at last. I don't get much quiet at girls camp. ... All I know now is that I'm very cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained, snowed, hailed, and slushed. That's right. Slushed. I gained about 40 pounds and 2 inches in height from the mud that stuck to the bottom of my shoes. It was... an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July:&lt;br /&gt;Alan was in Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat at Murray Park. I went to see it, talk about fun.&lt;br /&gt;On July 27, I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Today was great. What a turn around. It started out crappy, but ended up great. This morning I told myself that I was gonna have a good day, and I meant it... until my mom told me that I wasn't going to Alan's play. I was so angry. I turned up my music, really really loud, and stayed in my room. I didn't want to talk to my mom, and it was easy not to, since she was doing yard work all morning. At 10 I went to summer seminary... When Alan got there he asked if I was going to the play tonight. I didn't know what to say, so I explained why my parents didn't want me to go (Murray park isn't the best place to be alone at night..especially for a teenage girl). And of course, Alan had a solution. "You could go with my mom. She's going tonight... I might even have a free ticket for you." Alan was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer seminary rocked! On the last day, we had a barbecue. It was a ton of fun!&lt;br /&gt;On July 27, I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;Seminary was great today! It was a barbecue, so we just got to mess around. I hung out with Alan, Jaron, and Silvia. Alan left at noon, and Jaron took me and Silvia to EJH. No one was there, so we went to McDonalds. From there, Jaron went home, and I took Silvia home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August:&lt;br /&gt;I went to Utah Business Week at Utah State. At first, I didn't want to be there. I missed my friends. But by the end of the week, I didn't want to leave!&lt;br /&gt;On August 1, I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;Maili is my best friend here. We've been sharing food and the funny thing is, our attitudes are a lot alike. We get annoyed at the same things, we make fun of the same things. It's good. Kris, Tyler, and Brenton are my other good friends, although I'm closer to Kris and Tyler. They're so funny. The food here sucks, and both me and Maili have family near, so we've been having our family bring us good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On August 2, I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;My room mate went home, so Maili moved in! Yay! lol. There was a dance tonight. It was so much fun! I LOVE dancing. I met this kid named Sam. He reminds me of my friends at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On August 3, I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wow. Today has been the best so far. Mainly just this afternoon. This morning was filled with boring speakers as usual. This afternoon Maili and I came in to nap for lunch again. I actually got to sleep. Yay. We were late for our company meeting...again. We thought Scott would be mad, but he wasn't. I learned a new game today. It's called "Baby If You Love Me..." SO FUN! I HAVE to teach everyone at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September:&lt;br /&gt;The dreaded school begins. The dreaded Junior year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On September 28, I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know. It's 7:10 and I'm already at school. I've been here for 40 minutes. Isn't that insane? Early morning seminary. I love it, but I do miss some things. Like sitting in front of my locker and talking before school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning seminary is going to be the death of me. I love it, I really do. But it's getting so hard! And like the quitter that I am, I'm switching into seminary during 1B. It'll be better for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October:&lt;br /&gt;My little sister had a birthday in October. Kortney and Jaron came over, we messed around with the karaoke machine, and basically had a good time. After Jaron left, Kort slept over. We went through our old journals, and ended up writing for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;On October 6, I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;Hey! I'm sitting here with Kortney. :D We're having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descriptive, huh? ;) Unfortunately, I didn't write any more about what we did that night, or the next day. You'll just have to trust me. We were having fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also asked Alan to Sadies&lt;br /&gt;On October 16, I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;I asked Alan to Sadies last night. I put an alarm clock set for 3:52 under his bed with a poster that said "Wake up! Who knew? It's me, It's you. Get a Clue! Someone wants to go to Sadies with you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November:&lt;br /&gt;Sadies! And getting Answered!&lt;br /&gt;On November 20, I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;He trashed my room. Glitter and streamers and balloons everywhere. I had to pop the balloons to see if he said yes or no. But Alan wasn't very sneaky. I totally knew that it was coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really wanna know about the rest of it, you can read my post on getting answered. And my post for Sadies, for that matter. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On November 21, I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, Sadies really wasn't too bad. And after we left the dance, I was mad but I did have fun. I think overall, it's a good memory. I really can't wait for the pictures. I'm super excited for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Thanksgiving, of course!&lt;br /&gt;On November 27, I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love Thanksgiving. Lots of food. No school. Sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December:&lt;br /&gt;I didn't write in December, either. :S Darn. Oh well, I went on a bunch of dates downtown to see the Christmas lights. Christmas break was amazingly fun, and amazingly short. I spent a ton of time with Alan and Jaron, and just had a great time. Life is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's my review of the year. It was a great year, and I'm totally psyched for the new one. :D It's going to be great, I know it! Thanks to everyone for being my friends. If I didn't mention you up there ^ it's not cuz I didn't want to. It's just cuz, come on, it's my journal. I'd prefer it if my WHOLE journal wasn't posted on the internet. ;) I just picked stuff that wasn't too personal. Anyway, I love ya all. You're all amazing. And I can't wait to hang out more in '07.&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-5159098177864738978?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/5159098177864738978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=5159098177864738978' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/5159098177864738978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/5159098177864738978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/01/epic.html' title='Epic'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-4937788705767392866</id><published>2007-01-02T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T19:38:04.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eww</title><content type='html'>I feel really... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;eww&lt;/span&gt;... right now.  Mostly just physically.  My ear has needed to pop for the past 3 days.  My nose... let's not get into that.  Basically, my body isn't very good at fighting off the common cold.  It can take care of pretty much everything, BUT the stupid little cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it's also a mental/emotional thing too.  Now before you say "Courtney's gone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;," let me clarify.  I'm not really unhappy.  Things are pretty good right now.  I mean, life's not perfect, but when has it ever been?  I think I'm just drained.  Things are a bit confusing right now, and I'm not exactly sure who to talk to about it.  My mind is refusing to function, and although I know I have homework and extra credit work to do, I can't seem to make my body understand how crucial it is to finish this work.  I blame the winter break.  Nobody really wants to do anything after the break, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, good. :D Music.  I've got it pumping, now.  The volume is turned up to 15.  I know that's not a huge number, but you should see my stereo. :D  15 is loud enough to make me happy, loud enough to shake the floor, but not quite loud enough for my parents to tell me to turn it down.  Most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder what's going to happen in my life. Will the things that are important to me now be important to me later?  Will the friends I have now remain with me throughout my life?  I think everyone wonders about this sometimes. Especially as teenagers.  We're stuck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;in between&lt;/span&gt; childhood and adulthood.  We're too old to continue playing with the toys that amused us when we were younger, but we aren't old enough to move out, get a real job, or buy our own house.  As my dad is fond of reminding me, we own nothing.  Mostly he just points this out to tease me, but it's true. As we are not legal, we don't have any real property rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is sort of a depressing post.  More thoughtful, than depressing, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do have homework to do.  I want to get to bed before 1 AM tonight.  'Night, all. ;)&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;corky&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-4937788705767392866?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/4937788705767392866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=4937788705767392866' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/4937788705767392866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/4937788705767392866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2007/01/eww.html' title='Eww'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-9064224202747338696</id><published>2006-12-30T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T09:00:28.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EFY Revisited</title><content type='html'>Most of you know, last summer I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;EFY&lt;/span&gt; at USU.  It was a blast.  I met a ton of cool people.  I actually still keep in touch with a bunch of them.  Mainly, Matt, Rob, and Scott.  Matt and Rob are twins.  They live in Provo.  Scott lives in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Harrisville&lt;/span&gt;, which is just North? of Ogden.  Scott and I have been talking a lot lately, and decided it would be a lot of fun to hang out. Matt, Rob, and Scott would meet here, because my house is pretty much the middle, and then we would go see the lights at Temple Square because they hadn't seen them yet.  Scott and I decided it would be fun if we made it a date, I could bring some friends for Matt and Rob, and I would go with Scott.  So we had it all planned, we just had to talk to Matt and Rob.  Unfortunately, it was their sisters birthday yesterday, and so they couldn't come.  So we switched gears, Scott would bring some friends, I would bring some friends.  It would be fun. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the guys showed up at about 5:15 last night.  Scott brought his friends Alex and Justin. Tania and Jessica came shortly afterwards.  After saying goodbye to the 'rents, Scott drove us to the Gateway.  We chilled at the Gateway for a bit, going to the planetarium and walking around, just talking and looking at stuff.  Then we went to Temple Square, to look at the lights. We eventually made our way back to the Gateway, and had dinner at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Applebees&lt;/span&gt;.  We finished dinner around 9, and decided to make our way back to my house.  Once we got home, we talked a lot about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;EFY&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, so me, Scott, and Jessica talked a lot :D No one else had been to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;EFY&lt;/span&gt;.)  and a bunch of other stuff.  Then we pulled out Apples to Apples.  Now that was fun. :D  I won the first round easily, to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;everyones&lt;/span&gt; chagrin. ;)  The second round was tied for a long time between Tania and Jessica, before Justin and I caught up, with Jessica finally winning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 11, my mom decided it was late enough, and everyone needed to go home.  The guys had to drive for 45 minutes to get home, so it was probably good they left at that point, anyway.  I said goodbye to Tania and Jessica first, then walked with Scott and Justin to their car, thanking them for driving so far, for paying for dinner, and for making the night so much fun.  I really had a blast.  I'm so glad they came. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott and I are planning to sign up for the same session of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;EFY&lt;/span&gt; this year, at USU of course. :D  Scott said he'd bring Justin, too.  :D  How cool would it be if we were in the same company?!  :D  That would totally rock.  So, in summary, last night was awesome.  I was really nervous at first, but eventually I settled down and had a great time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, region dance tonight!!  I'm super psyched!  I haven't been to on since September, and I'm definitely going through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;withdrawals&lt;/span&gt;. :D  So expect a post on that sometime in the near future. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not much else to blog about.  I've been spending a ton of time with Alan and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Jaron&lt;/span&gt; lately, but usually we only amuse ourselves.  Everyone else thinks we're weird. :D And we know we are.  But at least we make ourselves laugh, right?  Right.&lt;br /&gt;peace out, yo. ;)&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;corky&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-9064224202747338696?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/9064224202747338696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=9064224202747338696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/9064224202747338696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/9064224202747338696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2006/12/efy-revisited.html' title='EFY Revisited'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-3701806962452871270</id><published>2006-12-28T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T09:20:06.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Madness</title><content type='html'>Good morning. It's 9 am, and I woke up about 10 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody else is doing a Christmas review, so here's mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went as it usually does, including all the Christmas drama. Do your families have Christmas drama? Mine does. Every year. And it's usually about the same thing. But we won't talk about that, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; it's lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Annnyway&lt;/span&gt;, Christmas was a ton of fun. It seemed strange, because it didn't really feel like the Christmas season this year, even though I was way psyched. Christmas Eve, we (meaning my little sisters and I) made a deal with our parents. We promised not to wake them up until 7, if they promised not to go back to bed around 8. Usually, we wake them up at 5:30 or some other insane time, and they end up going back to bed. We don't like this. So we waited, and let me tell you, it was rough. ;) I actually woke up at 4. I went back to sleep until 6. Then I went back to sleep until my youngest sister woke me up at 7. Now, our bedrooms are on the top floor, the presents are on the main floor, and my parents room is in the basement. They make us wait upstairs until they come and tell us that we can run down the stairs and into the living room where our presents from Santa await us. Does Santa wrap at your house? Well, he doesn't here. So we've been getting creative lately about waking up our parents. When we were little, we would just yell. That's hard! Then we figured out, our vents are all connected. So we'd yell into the vents. :D This year, I called our house on my cell phone. Much easier. Much quicker. :D Go, Courtney. :D It so worked. Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we did the usual present thing, check out the haul from Santa, then open family presents.&lt;br /&gt;This is what I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;nano&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt;: 8 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;gb&lt;/span&gt;, with my name engraved on the back. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a book bag for my laptop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the Over the Hedge DVD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;an Indianapolis Colts t-shirt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;part of the Tennis Shoes Among the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Nephites&lt;/span&gt; series&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cookies, candy, the general Christmas treats&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;kermit&lt;/span&gt; notebook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;muppets&lt;/span&gt; pins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cool new pajamas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ugly new pajamas-trust me, you don't want to know. my grandma... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ewww&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So yeah, that's what I got. I got a bunch of other stuff too, like gift cards to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;itunes&lt;/span&gt; and stuff. It was a pretty sweet Christmas, I must say. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Last night, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Jaron&lt;/span&gt;, Alan, and I decided we were going to watch Dances With Wolves, for extra credit in Rockwell. We fast forwarded through a bunch of it, and didn't watch the rest. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Booooooring&lt;/span&gt;. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Friday, some friends from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;EFY&lt;/span&gt; are coming to hang out. I'm super excited. I haven't seen these guys since...well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;EFY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, that's my rant for now. My mom says that if I want to hang out with my friends on Friday, I have to have a clean room and have finished all my homework. So I better get started. Thanks for pretending to care about what I did for Christmas. ;) See ya.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;corky&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-3701806962452871270?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/3701806962452871270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=3701806962452871270' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/3701806962452871270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/3701806962452871270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2006/12/good-morning.html' title='Christmas Madness'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-7261775178015782576</id><published>2006-12-24T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T12:27:24.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>Wow, can you believe it's Christmas Eve?!?!?  That's insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that December has gone by so quickly! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had a date last night.  That was good fun.  I went with Sam, Jessica B. went with Austin S. and then Sam's brother brought a date too.  We went out to dinner, then downtown to look at lights, and then we watched Failure to Launch at Sam's house.  I love that movie.  Anyway, I had a really great time.  Thanks, Sam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home a bit after curfew.  Only about 20 minutes, and it's the first time that it's ever happened.  My parents were still mad.  I had even called them and told them we were going to be late.  *rolls eyes*  So that was sorta a night spoiler.  It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;rediculous&lt;/span&gt; that they got mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Santa is coming! Have you been good boys and girls?  Or is coal in your near future? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, some friends from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;EFY&lt;/span&gt; are coming to visit me on Friday.  :D I'm so excited!  Scott, Matt, and Rob are so cool!   We're going downtown (yes, again) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  They haven't seen the lights yet, and the lights will be up until New Years, so I figured, hey.  Why not?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm gonna go change out of my church clothes and find some lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas Eve, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;corky&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-7261775178015782576?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/7261775178015782576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=7261775178015782576' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/7261775178015782576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/7261775178015782576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-eve.html' title='Merry Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-1949705559747139071</id><published>2006-12-21T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T15:22:22.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Happy Day</title><content type='html'>Wow, today has been great!&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to take my Christmas presents to school to pass out tomorrow, but they were calling to me... "Take us now, Courtney, take us now!" So this morning I packed up 3, yes 3! bags full of presents and took them to school. :D I love giving gifts. I only missed 2 people, and I can take those tomorrow. Seriously, it was so good. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First period was Spanish. All we did was a worksheet, and I finished that in about 5 minutes. Then we watched a movie. Second period was Adult Roles. We watched You've Got Mail. That's a good movie. It's a nice chick flick. Then we had lunch. This is when I handed out the majority of my presents. And...speaking of lunch, I forgot to eat... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;... I was so excited to give out presents, I forgot! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. This is not the first time that I've been so excited that I have missed a meal... just goes to show ya, without my parents, I'd starve to death! Oh man. Jared was wearing a Santa hat today. He had mistletoe conveniently stuck into the brim of his hat. When he told me that no one had kissed him, I made it my mission to fix that. ;) So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Kortney&lt;/span&gt;, Marissa, Melissa and I went up to Jared and kissed him on the cheek. :D It was awesome. I laughed, he laughed, we all laughed. He actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; me to thank me. ;) It was good fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third period was history. We took a bunch of notes, watched a movie, and he handed out a bunch of homework. Merry Christmas to you, too, Rockwell! Fourth was Photography. We watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;POTC&lt;/span&gt;2. That was fun! I love Pirates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, overall, today was just amazing. :D I had an awesome day. :D Hopefully, tomorrow will be just as good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm gonna go get some food. I'm pretty hungry!&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;corky&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-1949705559747139071?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/1949705559747139071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=1949705559747139071' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/1949705559747139071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/1949705559747139071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-happy-day.html' title='Oh, Happy Day'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-5050408637250816355</id><published>2006-12-18T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T19:34:23.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Party!</title><content type='html'>Wow, what a weekend! Lol. 2 parties! It was insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was Alan's birthday. He turned 17. Wow, he's old. :D Lol. Annnnyway, his party was Friday night. He told everyone to bring an ugly sweater. I know, an unusual request. But seriously, it's Alan. So, to humor him, Jo, Kim, Jaron, and I went to the DI to find some ugly sweaters. And boy, were some of them uuuugly. :D That was a great time. I can honestly say that I spent half of the time literally rolling on the ground because I was laughing so hard.&lt;br /&gt;Alan's party was great fun. Jaron and I got him Pirates of the Caribbean Legos. I'm glad we had him open our presents first, because we were seriously out shined. Katie and Karen got him a directors chair. Yeah... our presents were lame. But I think he liked them...I think. Anyway, we ended up watching Happy Feet. That's a great movie. :D I seriously want a dancing penguin. That's now been promoted to life dream #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was Katie's Christmas party. That was also great fun. :D Almost everyone was there. :D It was great. Good food, good friends, good video games...and a good snowball fight. Actually, there were 2. :D The first one was pretty equal. Nobody won, nobody lost. But then it was pretty much just me, Jaron, and Nick. The second one...well, let's just say whoever won, it wasn't me and Jaron. We were annihilated. :D&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I was wearing flip flops, no jacket, and no gloves throughout the whole thing? It was pretty dang cold by the time I got inside. :D Cold enough that my whole body hurt.&lt;br /&gt;After the snowball fights, we went back inside to painfully warm up. I ended up getting cards thrown at me, and my head was nearly taken off twice! It was insane. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use the words insane, great, good, and fun quite often, don't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the Christmas band and choir concert. I should be there right now, but I'm babysitting. For all those whose amazing performances I missed, I truly am sorry. I'm sure you were amazing, and I feel really bad for missing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went Christmas shopping today. :D I love Christmas. I'm almost done, I just have a few more gifts to get: 3 to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent $20 at the dollar store. Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I went to my aunts college graduation on Saturday. She got her masters in english from USU. Graduations are everything I thought they would be: Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also able to bring home my new guitar on Saturday. It's gorgeous. :D It has an amazing sound, and it's beautiful. I really do love it. :D My sisters told me it was ugly. :( Shows what they know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's life. It's great. Amazing. :D I really do love everything right now. And guess what! The Colts are even winning right now. 10-3. Take that, Bengals. Let's just hope this continues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to wrap presents and do homework. Quite the combination, I know. :D&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-5050408637250816355?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/5050408637250816355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=5050408637250816355' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/5050408637250816355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/5050408637250816355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-party.html' title='It&apos;s a Party!'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-5440729737025731784</id><published>2006-12-12T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T19:26:18.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spaz-Bot :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so that has got to be the coolest thing someone has every called me. :D  Thank you, Nick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really isn't much to blog about today, I don't really have any deep thoughts or special events to tell about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Sparknotes&lt;/span&gt; is pretty much the coolest thing ever.  Even ask anyone. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Sparknotes&lt;/span&gt; stuff for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; and for history, and it pretty much rocks.  It is definitely helping me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;movin&lt;/span&gt;' along.  Midterms weren't as bad as I thought they were going to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is a mess.  Yes, I just cleaned it on Saturday.  Yes, it's messy again.  Yes, there's still glitter everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 days until Christmas.  I hope it snows more soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super excited.  I love Christmas.  I mean, presents are awesome.  I love giving stuff.  :D  But seriously, all the symbolism of Christmas...it's just...wow.  That's the only way I can think of to describe it.  Can you believe that Christ was born in a manger?  The King of Kings lay in the straw with the animals.  Such a humble beginning to such a great life.  He was born, a tiny baby, and went on to become the greatest Man who ever lived.  He suffered all for us.  He was perfect.  He conquered death.  Isn't that amazing?  He suffered for you, He suffered for me.  I am so grateful that I have a knowledge of this truth.  I am so grateful that I can go through everyday with that extra spring in my step, all because of what I know.  Isn't that wonderful?  I think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope your *Christmas* Season goes well.  I hope you all smile. :D Smiling is the best.  Just one smile can make a persons day.  So pass it on. :D&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;corky&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;**Notice I said Christmas Season instead of Holiday Season.  Christmas is what I celebrate.  If someone celebrates a different holiday, I hope you have fun as well.  But I celebrate Christmas.  So I say, Merry Christmas.**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-5440729737025731784?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/5440729737025731784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=5440729737025731784' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/5440729737025731784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/5440729737025731784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2006/12/spaz-bot-d.html' title='Spaz-Bot :D'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-116568703823156007</id><published>2006-12-09T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T10:59:49.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowball Fights, Dates, and College Plans, Oh My!</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been awhile since I've posted. But I'm back, and I've got some stuff to say. :)&lt;br /&gt;This week has been crazy. School is insane. My house is a mess. I'm way behind in some school stuff, I can't find my $125 calculator, and I've bombed some tests. And. My human biology teacher...well, we won't go there. We've been redoing my bathroom. It's been almost 2 weeks, and it's still not done. It's driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pretty awesome stuff happened this week. Would it be bragging to say most of it was my idea? If you said yes, prepare to read some bragging. ;)&lt;br /&gt;I love snow. Snow is so much fun. :D I love snowball fights. So on Wednesday, I decided that I wanted to have a snowball fight. After enlisting a few people, Austin, Nathan, and Jaron, a mad snowball fight ensued. The problem is, I have crappy aim. So I was getting killed. I very rarely hit anyone. Although I had a few good shots (Nathan took one in the face. ;)), the guys were kicking my butt. I can't count the times I got hit in the head. Mostly, those hits were from Austin. Makes sense, doesn't it? Since when he puts his arm straight out, it hits me in the head. ;) Ok, so it hits over my head. :D lol. So anyway, back to me getting my butt kicked in a snowball fight. At one point, I looked over at Jaron and he was laying in the snow. And I thought "I could take this opportunity at a cheap shot and hit him hard. Or..." I'm sure there was an evil glint in my eye as I grabbed a huge handful of snow and whitewashed him. :D It was awesome. :D A few minutes later, the bell rang, so we started making our way over to the school building, I felt someone grab the back of my shirt. I turned around, grabbed Jaron, and shoved snow down his back before he could shove snow down mine. :D Excellent. Austin and Nathan both saw, and started running over. I took off. Pretty soon, I looked over and saw an unexpecting Austin just standing there. I scooped up some snow, and pretty soon Austin had a big handful of snow down the back of his shirt, too. After deciding to make my victory complete by getting Nathan, too, I whispered to Jaron to distract Nathan. He did this very well, and I was able to put a third and final handful of snow down Nathan's back. This is when I decided it would be a very good idea to take off, and after shouting goodbye's at all of them, I quickly went to class. When I walked into guitar, soaking wet and breathing hard, Doc gave me a strange look. So I smiled and explained to him that I had just had a snowball fight. And won. :D That's right, ladies and gentlemen, I won. I was losing horribly, but I came back for the kill. Go me. :D Doc laughed, and I spend a period in considerable pain. Cold fingers and guitars do not go well together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second great idea for the week also took place on Wednesday. Since I'm pretty much the only laurel to ever show up, I get to plan all of our activities. I really wanted to go look at the lights around Temple Square. But everyone does that. So I though "How can I make this different, and still have a great time?" Lightbulb! We could all bring dates! Of course, it would be just a laurel activity, the younger girls were planning their own activities. My young women's president thought it was a great idea, and so did the Bishop. I asked Nathan, and after checking with the young women's president on last time, I also invited Kortney and Melissa. They asked Eric and Levi. We had an awesome time! I won't get into all the details, because Nathan has already posted about it. It was a perfect night to look at Christmas lights. It was cold, but not too cold. Of course, the Temple grounds were full of mutual groups, but we were the only ones with dates. It was hilarious to pick out all the beehives and deacons. They were quite conspicuous. Not to mention, loud. :D Anyway, a great time was had by all. My Bishop liked my friends, my young womens president thought they were (in her words exactly) "interesting," and I made it home about 5 seconds before curfew. ;) It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now to the third part of this post: College Plans. I know a bunch of you are rolling your eyes right now. But college is a huge deal to me. I'm so psyched (even though I will miss my high school friends). Everyone who has ever talked to me would know that I'm a huge Aggie Fan. I have been planning on attending USU since I was about 2. No joke. That's what I've always wanted to do. I have also been planning on being a RN since I was about 10. This was my plan: Finish High School. Go to USU. Become a Nurse. Well, yesterday my plan was blown out of the water. USU does not have a nursing program. When I found this out, I seriously was this close to crying. Yesterday wasn't the greatest day anyway, and this was just the icing on the cake. That was my plan! That was what I wanted (and still want) to do! How could a plan that I've been working on forever disappear so quickly?! It's not fair. After talking to some friends from church, I was able to find out that Weber has a great nursing program. But Weber is not and never will be USU. Utah State is my dream school. I know there are a lot of options for college, and I know I still have some time to think about it, but it's seriously unnerving not having a plan that's set in stone. Although, I guess I've learned that it doesn't matter what your plan is set in: Dynamite can take anything out. So that's the trauma of the week. I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnyway, I've been cleaning my room for a day and a half, and it's still not done. I really am sick of cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could seriously go back to sleep right now. But I'm always ready to go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're rockin' the suburbs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I want to watch POTC 2 today. That sounds fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough of my randomness. Have a nice day. ;)&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-116568703823156007?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/116568703823156007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=116568703823156007' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/116568703823156007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/116568703823156007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2006/12/snowball-fights-dates-and-college.html' title='Snowball Fights, Dates, and College Plans, Oh My!'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-116529305977601379</id><published>2006-12-04T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T21:30:59.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow.</title><content type='html'>Hey Guys, I'm just about to get off to bed, so I thought I'd stop in and say hi. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past two days have been awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished homework for history.  Well, maybe finished is an optimistic term.  I'm hoping Jaron will help me finish the last question in the morning.  &lt;br /&gt;School is awesome, busy, and stressful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't have much to write, other than to say life is great! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, The Fray is coming in concert!  I might go.  I'm super psyched.  January 31.  Tickets are $23.  I think it would be so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got really hyper before math today.  I blame the sip of Dr. Pepper Kenzi gave me.  :D  Of course, I had it in 1st period, and math is 3rd period.  It was seriously funny. :D  Even though I'm pretty sure I failed the test, I had fun in math. :D lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm pretty tired.  I'm gonna run to bed. &lt;br /&gt;Sweet Dreams!&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-116529305977601379?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/116529305977601379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=116529305977601379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/116529305977601379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/116529305977601379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2006/12/wow.html' title='Wow.'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-116511177695359628</id><published>2006-12-02T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T19:18:49.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Answers</title><content type='html'>Ok, for the two of you who asked questions, here are some answers, as promised. :D ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First, Nathan's questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you prefer to be a dog trainer or a Chinese trapeze artist?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would prefer to be a Chinese trapeze artist. I'm definitely not a dog person, and it would be seriously cool to do all of those sweet tricks. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When (not if) Bill Gates takes over the world, how do you plan on helping me overthrow him and establish my own dictatorship?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using my Secret Ninja Abilities (learned, of course, during my secret training to be a Chinese trapeze artist), I would totally dominate Bill Gates. Then I would help you set up your dictatorship. After that, I would use these same Ninja Abilities to overthrow your dictatorship and start my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How long have you played the guitar?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a year. And I'm still no good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you lived in Taylorsville your whole life? Would you ever leave?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I have not lived in Taylorsville my whole life. In fact, I was born in Logan. At one time, I also lived in West Valley. Yeah, I plan on leaving. I'm going to USU for college, and then who knows. Although I probably won't ever leave Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you could be in a movie, would would be your role and what would the movie be called?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be the Beautiful Heroine. ;) Lol. The movie would be called.... Stories of a Teenage Drama Queen. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rock, paper, or scissors?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wise man built his house upon a rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you feel comfortable stealing Nick's ideas?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the true question is, do YOU feel comfortable stealing Nick's ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you right or left handed?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose the Right. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is your fondest memory?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so many to choose from. I think one of them would be sitting in Thatcher's living room, playing Catch Phrase with the Posse, and laughing at all the mean things (Tramp) Thatcher called me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Any current love interests?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you feel about yes or no questions?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them. ;) I mean...they're annoying and I hate answering them. :-E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I were to ask you a yes or no question, how would you respond?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With either A) Yes. Or B) No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the event of me asking a yes or no question, do you think you would be ready?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you aware that that last question was a yes or no question?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What would you do if I left a question unfinished?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would... Answer it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is your&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dot. Dot. Dot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now on to Dr. Paleo's:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you fear death?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, no. In Dumbledore's words "Death is but the next great adventure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where do you think you will go when you die?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LDS church believe in the 3 Kingdoms of Glory. Hopefully, I'll be in the Celestial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What one person is your most greatest inspiration?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Great-Grandmother. She is so strong. She was widowed when she was very young, raised 2 great children, 5 amazing grandchildren, and 9 of the greatest great-grandchildren (if I do say so myself.) She's an accomplished seamstress. She's always been very generous, very optimistic, and an amazing baker. I actually used to fake being sick so I could stay at her house and make cookies all day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you have a job? If so, where?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I work for OC Tanner. (It's a jewelry company).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you like it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do! I get to work at my house, whenever I want to. And it pays well. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you believe about femininity?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a combination of modern and old school beliefs. I believe that women can be very strong and independent. I admire those single mothers who work so hard to make things work, but I also believe that men were put on this earth for a reason, and that men play a very important role in the Plan of Salvation. Men are still the protectors of the family, and someday I hope that my husband will be the sole provider for our family while I stay home with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Masculinity?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Above. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;About war?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's any way to avoid war, without giving up our safety, integrity, and Liberty, do it. Use war only as a last resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;About science?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think science is awesome. :D I think it's done a lot for our lives, and made my life a billion times better than it might have been. Go Science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you believe in bigfoot?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, his real name is James and he's my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How DO you spell your real name?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My real name is Courtney. My middle name is Marie. And so you get Corky Marie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you really a drama queen?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say yes. I can create drama out of everything. Most of the time, I prefer good drama. And if you were talking about drama as in plays and stuff....well, I'm not a performer, but I do love watching. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do you giggle so much? (Don't worry, it's actually kind of nice).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I giggle a lot because...I'm happy. I'm very optimistic. I think that most problems have good solutions, and most of all I believe that attitude determines everything. If you have a good attitude about things, they'll turn out well. If you choose to learn and laugh rather than take offense, you'll be much happier. Mostly I giggle a lot because I LOVE to. I love laughing. I love smiling. I love being happy. And just think of all the laugh lines I'll have later. :D Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back to Nathan:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you prefer nerds or airheads? (both the candy and the guys)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer airheads (for candy) and nerds (for guys).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is your favorite method of popping bubbles?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm...with my....lips.&lt;br /&gt;Come on, it's just bubblegum. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you could fight in any major war in the past, what war would it be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Revolutionary War. The British are coming! The British are coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What would you name a boat?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Corky Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would this boat sink?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would not sink. Cuz it would be unsinkable. Just like the Titanic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Follow-up: In which ocean would this sinking take place?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you, it wouldn't sink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is your favorite season?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does this season have a name?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Autumn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is this season's signature wrestling move?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Falling Leaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can I poo on your car?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you please say no to that last question?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are your plans for after high school?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to go to USU, meet a Returned Missionary, marry said Missionary in the Temple, and have kids. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What kind of career do you want?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to be a registered nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where do you see yourself five years from now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see myself in college, seriously dating, or even married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back to Dr. Paleo's:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What would you do if Nathan pooed on your car?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be seriously grossed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you were ever being harmed by a man, would you want someone to interfere?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm....well, I wouldn't want anyone else to get hurt. But...I would still like some help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you try to stop a guy from interfering for the sake of another girl? (A bit of advice: don't.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all...Thanks for the advice. I would want to help. I think the first thing I would do, would be to call 911. Then I would do whatever I could to help the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Well, thanks to the two of you who actually asked questions. I hope I provided satisfactory answers. If not, talk to me and I'll try to answer your questions. A fun post is coming up sometime soon. I'm not sure when, but soon. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Have a great night.&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-116511177695359628?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/116511177695359628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=116511177695359628' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/116511177695359628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/116511177695359628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2006/12/answers.html' title='Answers'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-116493460293572890</id><published>2006-11-30T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T17:58:17.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadies Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6623/2280/1600/957524/Picture%20054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6623/2280/320/436777/Picture%20054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what my bedroom looked like after Alan answered me for sadies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6623/2280/1600/825418/Picture%20056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6623/2280/320/463790/Picture%20056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yep, that's my bed COVERED in glitter and confetti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6623/2280/1600/5799/Picture%20055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6623/2280/320/503752/Picture%20055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's like there was a party in my room and I wasn't invited. Hey Nathan, look at the shelves. See the bottles? That's the soda. :D&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-116493460293572890?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/116493460293572890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=116493460293572890' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/116493460293572890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/116493460293572890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2006/11/sadies-pics.html' title='Sadies Pics'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-116467057246495408</id><published>2006-11-27T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T16:36:12.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea Thief</title><content type='html'>Mwahaha.  I'm stealing everyone's ideas.  I know Nathan and Nick have done this, and I'm sure other people have done this too. &lt;br /&gt;Here's your one and only chance (maybe) to ask me anything, and have me come up with a somewhat decent answer.  Hooray.&lt;br /&gt;So act now, while the deal is still good.  I'll be answering the questions on Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;Ready.  Set.  Go.&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-116467057246495408?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/116467057246495408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=116467057246495408' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/116467057246495408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/116467057246495408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2006/11/idea-thief.html' title='Idea Thief'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-116424019375270397</id><published>2006-11-22T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T19:59:55.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful: A Thanksgiving Post</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know Thanksgiving is officially tomorrow. But I thought I'd get a jumpstart. ;)&lt;br /&gt;So...as a special Turkey Day treat, I'm going to make a list of things I'm thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful that we don't have school for another four days.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful that I don't have english homework.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for great friends that I can always have fun with.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for good food and people to share it with.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for music, the kind I can dance to, the kind I can sing to, the kind I can feel the spirit with.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for froustaches. :-E&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for the gospel, the knowledge it provides me with and the peace it gives me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for a wonderful family that supports me in all that I do.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for great friends that support me in all that I do.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for a warm bed, soft plankets, and a comfortable pillow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for parents that provide for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for grandparents who spoil me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for the special moments in life.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for a special bond with my family, both immediate and extended.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for clothes that keep me warm, keep me cool, and keep me modest.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for cookies.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for the wonderful example set by friends, family, and church leaders.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for my Bishop, for the wonderful man that he is, and for the great relationship I have with him.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for technological advances that make my life easier, more entertaining, and well, better.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for smiles.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for those that came before me who paved a path of liberty and religious freedom.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for Joseph Smith, his inspiration, his dedication, and the path he paved.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for memories, and for pictures.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for tree.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for laughter.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for happiness.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for the holidays, and what they represent.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for the impact that each of you have had on my life.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for my testimony of Jesus Christ, Joseph Smith, and the Book Of Mormon.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for giggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, those are a few of the things I'm thankful for. They're not in any particular order. They all make me happy. So here's your challenge: Write a thank you note to someone. Not just a Turkey Gram, although those rock. Write a real thank you note. It can be a letter, it can be an email. It can be whatever you want it to be. Just let someone know how you feel about them, surprise them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who has made a difference in my life, I owe you. I'm so glad you're my friends. :D You all rock, majorly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have an awesome Thanksgiving, everyone. Enjoy your long weekend. And avoid Black Friday shopping.&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-116424019375270397?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/116424019375270397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=116424019375270397' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/116424019375270397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/116424019375270397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2006/11/thankful-thanksgiving-post.html' title='Thankful: A Thanksgiving Post'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-116346434092330432</id><published>2006-11-13T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:32:20.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands Down</title><content type='html'>(8) Hands down, this is the best day I can ever remember, always remember. (8)&lt;br /&gt;-Hands Down, Dashboard Confessional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should be changed to the best WEEKEND I can ever remember.  Oh man, it totally rocked.  You have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I already told you about Friday and Saturday.  Sunday was just as awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up, finished my post, and then went to church.  I love church.  We had a great sacrament meeting.  One of the high councilmen spoke.  He was really funny.  He's from Wales, so he had a cool accent.  It was good.  They released my Sunday school teacher, so that was a bummer.  I love Sister L. and I'm gonna miss her.  We finished our Sunday school lesson early, so I talked to Josh for a bit.  Then we had YW.  Our lesson was on Courage.  It was a really good lesson. After church, I came home and made sandwhiches for our Bishopric.  They had to stay later after church, and my dad is the executive secretary, so I make them sandwhiches often.  After that, it was basically chilling.  I talked to Trevor, finished some homework, and talked to a few other people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, something odd happened.  Usually, my parents only make me clean my room if it's really messy.  I had cleaned it on Friday, so it wasn't too bad.  My bed was the only messy part.  And I hate making my bed.  I find it pointles....but I digress.  My parents made me make my bed and finish the little things that needed to be clean.  Weird.  Then, during dinner, my dad's cell rang.  He answered it.  The conversation sounded like this:&lt;br /&gt;"Well... Can you give me another half an hour?"  Pause.  "How about 7:30?"  Pause.  "Ok, see you then." &lt;br /&gt;He was sitting close enough to me that I could hear Alan.  I couldn't hear what Alan was saying, but I could hear Alan's voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not at all suspicious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, my parents tell me to take my sisters and stay at my grandma's house "until we call you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I don't suspect a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go to my grandma's house.  She's all "Why are you here?" &lt;br /&gt;My response:  "My date for sadies is trashing my room as we speak."&lt;br /&gt;Grandma said "Oh, I"m sure your mom won't let them do anything too bad..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk into my room.  It's covered in glitter/confetti.  Absolutely covered.  Everywhere.  Everything.  Like an inch of glitter....The metallicy stuff that doesn't ever go away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my spotless room.  It was covered.  Oh, let's not forget the streamers and balloons.  Yeah.  Lots of those two.  My first thought: laughter. My second thought, "I'm gonna kill Alan and Jaron."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, just kidding.  I was super happy to be answered.  He said yes.  And I'm super psyched for Saturday, it's going to be a blast!  I got our t-shirts.  They're awesome.  Now I just need to get paid so I can buy everything else....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I took pictures of my room.  I should post them...first I need to figure out how to do that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's Courtney's weekend. :D  It was the best every.  :D  I hope you all had great weekends too! :-E&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-116346434092330432?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/116346434092330432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=116346434092330432' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/116346434092330432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/116346434092330432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2006/11/hands-down.html' title='Hands Down'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-116328872521737992</id><published>2006-11-11T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T08:41:37.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Froustache! :-E</title><content type='html'>.....&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;Nathan's laughing right now, I know he is.&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Once again, don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.... I told Nathan I would post this weekend, and here I am. Yesterday was pretty good. I've been in a sucky mood lately, depressing and mean. Trevor made me realize that last night. So I decided no more emo corky.  Sure, some crappy stuff happened.  But I control my reaction to those things, and I'm gonna be happy.  So there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, November 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys, I had to run.  My family went shopping, so I was forced to save the rest of the post for later.  And I'm actually finishing it.  Sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, yesterday was so awesome.  But I guess I should write about Friday, first.  So Friday I was in one of my emo moods.  Then I talked to Trevor, and he made me realize that I was being retarded.  So after I got offline, I decided that I was gonna be happy.  Basically, in my mind, being happy is like saying "You lose" to all the forces that are trying to make me sad.  So I'm gonna be happy.  Then I decided to make some cookies.  We had these cool chocolate chip things that were half chocolate and half peanut butter.   So I used those.  Then I went to frisbee.   I took some cookies to Trevor as a "thank you" for helping me realize how stupid I was being.  Frisbee was...cold.  But soo much fun!  There were a ton of people there.  It was great.  Me and Trevor were being stupid and silly, and Rebecca was fun, and Melissa Robinson was fun, and Marissa was pretty funny. :D  James gave me a lot of crap, just cuz I was there and he could.  That was fun, too.  In case you hadn't  picked up on it, I had fun.  And Trevor looked like a whale.  Haha. :D Don't ask....Rebecca and Trevor, you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to Saturday.  On Saturday I went to a football game.  Oh wait, backtracking to this summer.  I went to Utah Business Week.  I met this kid named Brenton, and we got to be really good friends.  We had ton of fun.  The catch is that he's from Duchesne.  So obviously I don't get to see him often.  He's on the football team at his highschool, and they were playing for State on Saturday at Juan Diego Highschool.  So I went and watched him play.  Once again, it was freezing.  But I had the greatest time.  Even thought the only person I knew, was Brenton.  And obviously, he was playing so I couldn't really talk to him.  But I had a great time.  I got to talk to him after the game, but only for a few seconds.  They won 30-0.  So he was pretty busy celebrating.  I was super excited to see him.  It was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, my parents came and picked me up.  We went to JC Penny.  I got shirts for sadies.  They're pretty much awesome.  Now all I have to do is a) get answered and b) plan everything.  So I'm almost ready. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I called Jaron and we decided we wanted to have a movie night, but we wanted it small.  So we called Alan, and told him to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I wrote the first part of this post, my family went shopping.  We (me, Bailey, and Jasey) needed winter coats.  So we all went to Sports Authority and got to pick out a new coat.  Then we went to Jamba Juice as a present for getting good grades. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after we got home, Jaron and Alan showed up.  We had a really great time.  It was the most fun I've had in a long time.  We watched Cars and had cookies and soda and ice cream.  It was really great to spend time with my two best friends, especially because it was just us.  I was super happy that they both could come.  They left around 10:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to bed.  I pretty much crashed.  It was a busy day!  And now, I'm here writing this.  When I should be getting ready for church.  I have some more stuff I would like to write about.  Some ideas, and some stuff like that.  So I will be writing more sometime soon.  Maybe. ;)&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-116328872521737992?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/116328872521737992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=116328872521737992' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/116328872521737992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/116328872521737992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2006/11/froustache-e.html' title='Froustache! :-E'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-116274206721084001</id><published>2006-11-05T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T08:54:27.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Celebration</title><content type='html'>Hey people. ;) I'm back. This week has been one of craziness. The times I've actually been able to sit down at a computer have been few and far in-between. Not to mention, short. But here I am. It's the end of term. So not too much homework this weekend. The beginning of a new month, so this month we might actually stay on top of things at work. And... umm... I'm sure there's something else that I could be celebrating right now. Let me think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway... Welcome to corky's Blogging Party! There will be much partying. There will be music (sorta), food (not really), and friends (if they decide to read this. ;) ). It looks like it's gonna be a great party! Shweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Item of Celebration: End of Term! Heck yes! School has been sucky this year. It's hard. And I whine about it often. So imagine my surprise when I check my grades and *gasp* I have 6 A's and 2 A-'s. Excuse me while I celebrate! *Go Courtney, Go Courtney!* You see, unlike Thatcher, I'm not a brilliant 4.0 student. I'm a semi-smart 3.9 student. And proud of it, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Item of Celebration: New month! We're no longer behind at work! For those of you who don't know (most of you), I work with Sarah. We stuff envelopes. Last month, our goal was 10 boxes. Because of Seussical, we didn't work much. So... we got very much behind. We finished our last boxes for October on Friday. And we get payed next week! Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Item of Celebration: Seussical! It was INCREDIBLE. I've been meaning to blog about it for some time now, and I'm finally doing it. It was so much fun. I loved watching my friends on stage (or in the pit), knowing how hard they worked to make this show great. I loved seeing them remember lines that they had struggled with or hold out notes that they were having a hard time with (Austin was amazing!). On Monday night I got to sit back stage with them. That was sooo much fun! I loved seeing how everything fit together and how much fun they had while they performed and worked hard to make things run smoothly. Needless to say, the after parties were fun too! lol. Leatherbyes on Monday was awesome. I didn't get to stay long, but it was still good. Oh, duh. I almost forgot: Before the show each night, we would mess around with my hair. We would Seussify it. Then Alan or Eric would do my make-up. On Monday night I actually had someone tell me that I was wonderful in the play and that we had all done a great job. I just thanked her and walked away laughing. I also got to do Stuart's and Austin's hair. And I just helped out with little things here and there. Nothing huge. But seriously, a round of applause goes out to anyone who had anything to do with Seussical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth Item of Celebration: Halloween. I love Halloween. One of the best holidays EVER. I mean, Haunted Houses. Haunted Corn Mazes. Costumes. Candy. Parties. Movies. I LOVE Halloween. On Halloween I had a Halloween Party. It was a costume party, so almost everyone dressed up. We watched Hocus Pocus. Hocus Pocus is the best Halloween movie ever. There was tons of candy. Tons of food. And tons of people. :S It started out as a little party. It didn't necessarily end up that way. :D But it was good fun. And Jaron sang his MJ song. I love the MJ song. It's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I've run out of items worth celebrating. Now we're just into the Corky News.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadies is coming up. Do I have a date or don't I? I dunno. Let me know if you find out. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey found my CTR ring! I'm so excited. Ok, that's our Fifth Item of Celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm... I have a cold. Again. I hate being sick. I blame the drama geeks. They all get sick after the musical, and I hang out with them. So I get sick. I particularly blame Sarah and Austin B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's about it. This post is huge. But that's ok. I'll try to start blogging more frequently again. You better all comment on this, or I'm going to my corner to cry. And I won't want to blog anymore. :D&lt;br /&gt;see ya!&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-116274206721084001?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/116274206721084001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=116274206721084001' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/116274206721084001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/116274206721084001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2006/11/celebration.html' title='A Celebration'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-116155754591361088</id><published>2006-10-22T16:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T16:52:25.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally Random</title><content type='html'>Hola!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I totally wanna blog about Seussical! But... I'm gonna wait until after the final performance on Monday. Cuz I KNOW that it's going to be the best one! And that means a ton, because they've been pretty amazing so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love football. The Colts totally rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm....So yeah. It's short for now. I promise that either Monday or Tuesday there will be a huge post. Probably all about Seussical. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-116155754591361088?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/116155754591361088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=116155754591361088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/116155754591361088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/116155754591361088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2006/10/totally-random.html' title='Totally Random'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-116129761979400822</id><published>2006-10-19T16:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T16:40:19.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Measure of a Man</title><content type='html'>Clay Aiken-Measure Of A Man&lt;br /&gt;If one day you discover him&lt;br /&gt;Broken down&lt;br /&gt;He's lost everything&lt;br /&gt;No cars, no fancy clothes&lt;br /&gt;To make him who he's not&lt;br /&gt;The woman at his side&lt;br /&gt;Is all that he has got&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: Why do you ask him&lt;br /&gt;Move heaven and earth&lt;br /&gt;To prove his love has worth?&lt;br /&gt;Would he walk on the water?&lt;br /&gt;Would he run through fire?&lt;br /&gt;Would he stand before you&lt;br /&gt;When it's down to the wire?&lt;br /&gt;Would he give his life up&lt;br /&gt;To be all he can?&lt;br /&gt;Is that&lt;br /&gt;How you measure a man?&lt;br /&gt;If by chance all he had to give you&lt;br /&gt;Was three words wrapped around your finger&lt;br /&gt;Would that be deep enough&lt;br /&gt;At the end of everyday?&lt;br /&gt;And how will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;If the man is what he says?&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;He never gives up&lt;br /&gt;Let's go of his dreams&lt;br /&gt;His world goes around&lt;br /&gt;For his one true belief&lt;br /&gt;Is that how you know?&lt;br /&gt;Is that what it means?&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;Would he walk on the water?&lt;br /&gt;Would he run through fire?&lt;br /&gt;Would he stand before you?&lt;br /&gt;Will he be your anchor&lt;br /&gt;When the dark unfolds?&lt;br /&gt;Will he always love you&lt;br /&gt;The best that he knows?&lt;br /&gt;Would he give his life up&lt;br /&gt;To be all he can?&lt;br /&gt;Is that&lt;br /&gt;How you measure a man?&lt;br /&gt;Would he walk on the water?&lt;br /&gt;Would he run through fire?&lt;br /&gt;Would he stand before you&lt;br /&gt;When it's down to the wire?&lt;br /&gt;Would he give his life up&lt;br /&gt;To be all he can?&lt;br /&gt;Is that&lt;br /&gt;How you measure&lt;br /&gt;Is that&lt;br /&gt;How you measure a man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, yes, that song is by Clay Aiken. Make fun of me if you wish. But I would ask you to please read the lyrics. This song has a really good point. It applies to girls and to boys. How do you measure someone? You can't. Because you don't know the secrets of their hearts. You don't know their thoughts. Which brings me to this point, if you can't read minds, how do you really know someone? How do you know what they want, and what they think, or care for? People say "oh, they wouldn't do that. I know them." Do you really know them? People are so...impossible to predict. Sure, some people stick with the same routines forever, but people can do things that they wouldn't usually do. People make mistakes, people change. It may be for the better, it may not be. The song also asks what you would do for people that you love. How far are you willing to go for someone, and is it for the right reason? And if you don't truly know that person, how can you go so far out there for them? So that's my pondering for the day. I bet you thought I was going to have an answer for that question. Nope. It's a genuine question. It's what I've been thinking about today. Sorry if it doesn't make any sense, I'm just sorta rambling...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-116129761979400822?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/116129761979400822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=116129761979400822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/116129761979400822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/116129761979400822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2006/10/measure-of-man.html' title='Measure of a Man'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-116123190993617127</id><published>2006-10-18T22:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T22:25:09.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank Goodness</title><content type='html'>Thank goodness for Kortney and Trevor.  That is all.&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-116123190993617127?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/116123190993617127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=116123190993617127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/116123190993617127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/116123190993617127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2006/10/thank-goodness.html' title='Thank Goodness'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-116112093451665336</id><published>2006-10-17T15:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T15:35:34.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lot</title><content type='html'>A whole ton of blogs are added over there.  ----&gt; Check it out, yo.&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-116112093451665336?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/116112093451665336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=116112093451665336' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/116112093451665336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/116112093451665336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2006/10/lot.html' title='A Lot'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-116105075363676101</id><published>2006-10-16T19:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T20:08:04.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Me!</title><content type='html'>Hey Guys! I'm baaaack! lol. No, I didn't actually go anywhere. I just didn't have anything to blog about. What can I say, I have a boring life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things continue as normal in the life of Courtney. Things are boring. School is hard. Not much out of the ordinary. Things are actually getting busier. I have Big Brother Big Sister on Mondays, and Key Club on Tuesdays. And I think Tania said something about FBLA on Thursdays? Plus Taylorsville City Youth Council on Wednesdays. Insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh! Guess What?!?! WE WON A FOOTBALL GAME!!!! 20-19 AGAINST HILLCREST!!! IT WAS FREAKING AMAZING!!! If you didn't go to that game, I'm sorry. You missed out. At about 3 minutes left in the 4th quarter, we all climbed out of the stands onto the track. It was incredible. Football players were crying. We were all screaming. It was truly a moment for the history books, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Girls, Sadies is coming. If you haven't asked anyone yet, better get crackin'. You're runnin' out of time. ;) Sadies: November 18.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some people went to a haunted house on Saturday. Not really scary at all. It was definitely fun tho. Except Alan ditched us. 4 girls and Alan. Wow, there are some jokes you could make there. ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I asked someone to sadies. But we'll leave that story until I get answered. If I get answered. :S Yikes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Late start day Wednesday! Hooray for sleeping in!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In other news, Nathan, you're pretty much amazing! You make me laugh! ;) Thanks for the comment. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow, life is boring. ;) But I like it. :D&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-116105075363676101?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/116105075363676101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=116105075363676101' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/116105075363676101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/116105075363676101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-me.html' title='It&apos;s Me!'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-116061116207529085</id><published>2006-10-11T17:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T17:59:22.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the Blogosphere, Kortney!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-116061116207529085?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/116061116207529085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=116061116207529085' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/116061116207529085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/116061116207529085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2006/10/welcome.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-116044001080091852</id><published>2006-10-09T18:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T18:26:50.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Short and Simple</title><content type='html'>Hey Guys, what's up? Today's been...I dunno. I mean, bad things didn't happen. I'm just..ugh. I think it's the prospect of doing so much homework. I have a ton... Especially in english. And we all know how much I LOVE that class. Now that I'm no longer behind, it's not as bad. But I still am having a hard time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've really wanted to just sit down and write. Something creative, not because I have to. Just because. I have so many ideas. But I don't have time to get them down on paper. It's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I'm finally done with strep. I'm still taking my meds. Lol. But I feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my homecoming pics today, and they look pretty dang good. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this will have to fill my need to write for now. I gotta get working.&lt;br /&gt;Asta.&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Nathan, I hope you get well soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-116044001080091852?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/116044001080091852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=116044001080091852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/116044001080091852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/116044001080091852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2006/10/short-and-simple.html' title='Short and Simple'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-116000644082003633</id><published>2006-10-04T17:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T11:03:13.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel Loved :D</title><content type='html'>Alright, so if you've seen me lately, or read my blog, you know I've been sick. Last night I was feeling particularly crappy, and so my mom decided that I could skip early morning, and 1st period. I had to go to 2nd and 3rd, cuz they're english and pre-calc, and then I could come home for the rest of the day. Today I was still feeling pretty crappy. And I guess I looked it too, cuz I had more than one person tell me "You don't look so good." So I came home after pre-calc. Laid around all day, slept a little, and watched Newsies. I decide I probably should do some homework. So I came upstairs, only to hear my mom call me back down. Jaron and Kortney were standing on my doorstep with a card, treats, and hugs. :D They brought oj, m&amp;amp;ms, kitkat, reeses pieces, starburst, and ice cream. :D I have the best friends every. :D I just wanted everyone to know that.&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-116000644082003633?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/116000644082003633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=116000644082003633' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/116000644082003633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/116000644082003633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-feel-loved-d.html' title='I Feel Loved :D'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-115991448760550875</id><published>2006-10-03T16:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T16:28:07.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blogger</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the Blogging World Molly!  There's a link over there.  ----&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's awesome.  Check her blog out. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-115991448760550875?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/115991448760550875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=115991448760550875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/115991448760550875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/115991448760550875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-blogger.html' title='New Blogger'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-115983760042015976</id><published>2006-10-02T18:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T19:06:40.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Live.</title><content type='html'>Yes, Nathan, I live. :D It's been a hectic week, sorry for not posting for so long. I know, I know. It's been...9 days. No excuse! lol. Let me give you a summary of my life lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homecoming week. Busy. Stressful, especially for girls...and guys...and pretty much anyone going to homecoming. Not only did I have to make sure I had everything ready for the dance, but I had to do plenty of homework, watch musical rehearsals (ok, I didn't HAVE to do that, but hey! A girl needs a little fun!), chores, and family activities...Plus I couldn't find anything to write about. :D Oh, and I've been sick. So there's my excuse. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homecoming Football Game: We scored!! Against Skyline! We scored!! Ok, so they might have possibly let us. But who cares!? We Scored!!&lt;br /&gt;Final Score: Skyline-38 Taylorsville-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homecoming Day Date: The guys picked up the girls at about 8 (depending on what order you got picked up in, it may have been anywhere from 7:30 to 8:15). We then went to Taylor's house for breakfast, which the guys made for us. Let me say, that was an experience. Now, before you start yelling at me, Jaron, I did not say it was a BAD experience. I just said it was an experience. ;) When they had to ask how to make scrambled eggs, we girls all looked at each other and tried to refrain from laughing. We weren't very successful with that. :D We laughed the whole time. Especially when Austin opened the waffle iron and said "Oh, look! It's multicolored!" Oh, boy. We just knew we were going to be in for a treat. And we laughed. A lot. Next stop: Walmart. Apparently, Walmart is Homecoming Central, or something. We saw 3 or 4 other groups there. We played the shopping cart game. Basically, each couple gets a shopping cart and fills it with 25 of the most random things they can find. Then everyone trades carts, and the first couple to empty their cart (putting things WHERE THEY GO) wins. We got second. Go me and Austin. :D After that we went to a park to have lunch, and we just messed around. Around 12:30 I started to get a headache and my throat was sorta sore...The girls got home around 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homecoming Dance and After: The guys picked us up around 6, and we went to Peter's house for dinner. We got to the dance around 7:45ish. We got pics first thing, so we didn't have to wait in a line at all. We stayed at the dance until it ended at 10...while we were there, we danced. Big surprise. ;) After the dance, we went to Stuarts house and basically just hung out there until 11:30. My head and throat was starting to hurt again. So when I got home, I crashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conference Weekend: Woke up around 9:30 on Saturday feeling horrible. Watched conference, which was great! :D I love conference. Even through the TV, the Spirit is so strong. I love to see the Prophet, even though he's what? 96? He's amazing! He travels all over the world, and he's just...incredible. I started watching the afternoon conference, but because I felt so crappy, I ended up sleeping through half of it. The same thing happened Sunday. :D Sorry guys, I feel bad about that. But I just felt horrible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: Got up, went to school. At the end of second period I got a call from my mom...telling me that my little sister has strep throat and that she got it from me. Fun. So she brought me meds. :D lol. And Jaron and I went to Jamba Juice for lunch. Yay! lol. Came home, crashed. And now here I am. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything you wanted to know about my week and more. lol. And now, I have history homework to attend to.&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-115983760042015976?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/115983760042015976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=115983760042015976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/115983760042015976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/115983760042015976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-live.html' title='I Live.'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-115971955081411222</id><published>2006-10-01T10:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T10:19:10.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys!  Sorry for not posting for forever.  This isn't a real post either, cuz conference is starting.  I promise to get something up soon.  Homecoming was a blast and I really want to write about it....&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-115971955081411222?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/115971955081411222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=115971955081411222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/115971955081411222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/115971955081411222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2006/10/sorry.html' title='Sorry!'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-115905936771239477</id><published>2006-09-23T18:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T18:56:07.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Live It Well</title><content type='html'>Hey guys. Pretty much you can thank Kyle for this post. I read his blog...and this is the result. I actually have thought about this many times. If it depresses you, I'm sorry. I don't mean to be a downer. I'm just looking at the facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're getting old. Ok, so not seriously old, but we're not really kids anymore. We're starting to figure out what colleges we want to go to, how many credits we need, and what we want to do "when we grow up." We're getting involved, figuring out what things we love, and going out and doing those things. It's high school. That's what our lives are all about. I don't know about you, but I'm big on making my high school memories the best I can. I don't want to remember sitting at home after school everyday. I want to remember the activities I planned and participated in. I want to be involved. I want to be with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends. That brings up another big thing. I love my friends. I don't know what I would do without them. I certainly wouldn't be who I am today. One thing that's been depressing me lately is...well, we don't have much time left. No matter how much I love you guys, no matter how hard we try to keep in touch...well, we're going to be moving on. Soon, actually. Too soon for my liking. I had to work hard to make the friends that I have today. I'm not looking forward to leaving them. I know a lot of you aren't big on the in-state college deal. I'm going to USU, of course. But I know others who want to get out of Utah. I see my dad, and his "best friends." How often do they talk now? Hardly ever. Once, maybe twice a year. These guys are his BEST friends. Maybe the correct word is "were." I don't remember who my mom was best friends with in high school. I don't know if I've ever even met them. We'll leave high school, we'll get new friends, get married, have kids. We'll move on with life. But this...what we're living right now, this is a once in a life time thing. We'll never be in the same position again, we'll never have the same opportunities, or the same friends. We'll never have the same personalities. Change is inevitable. It's going to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do we do to make sure we stay in touch? I'm not sure. But I know what we can do now. A lot of us...well, we're busy. All of us are, actually. But what do I suggest? Make time to be with friends. Some of us have jobs, all of us have hard classes, and plenty of extracurriculars. But please...please. Just make time for each other. Make time to watch movies, play night games...make time for being together. Make sure that we leave this stage of our lives with no regrets. If there's something you wanna do, do it. It's the time of your life, so live it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-115905936771239477?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/115905936771239477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=115905936771239477' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/115905936771239477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/115905936771239477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2006/09/live-it-well.html' title='Live It Well'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30463419.post-115888561561208648</id><published>2006-09-21T18:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T18:42:14.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Gotta Be More To Life...</title><content type='html'>Hey Guys, what's up? I'm starting a lot earlier tonight, so maybe I can get something written without falling over while I'm writing it. I was pretty much exhausted last night. I didn't do my english homework, that I thought was due today. Guess what, it's due Monday. YAY!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Big News! For me and Kortney, at least. :D So, my aunt got me and my dad 4 tickets to the USU/BYU football game this Saturday. It was gonna be me, my dad, and 2 of my dads friends. One backed out, so I'm taking Kortney!! It's going to be so much fun! We both love football. She's a BYU fan, I'm a USU fan. My dad's a USU fan, and his friend is a BYU fan. We'll be evenly spread out. ;) Lol. I don't honestly think USU is gonna win, but it'll be fun anyway. Look for more about the game to come. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm...Dance News....Not a ton of time left! We only have a week! I'm so psyched! Kortney and I talked to Austin about it today. We were trying to figure out what we were doing for the activity, the guys won't tell us! Austin said that most of it was a surprise, but we're probably going 4-wheeling. FUN!!! I'm gonna say it again: I'm so psyched!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow...hmm...not much going on. Kortney has to work, and then after that she and Jaron are going on a date with Alan and Melissa. So basically...I'll be home. Movie night, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, for english, we've been assigned an essay!! YES!! I'm so happy, you have no idea! I'm writing about imagination. So that's going to be great. Maybe, depending on how good it is, I'll post it when I'm finished. But that won't be for a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh, September is almost over. And then guess what?! It's October!! Halloween time! I love Halloween, I must say it's probably one of my favorite holidays. I mean, haunted corn mazes, haunted houses, costumes, movies like Hocus Pocus, trick-or-treating, candy, orange, black, little kids in cute costumes, and that crisp fall feeling. How can you not like that?! I mean, I know that Jaron, Trevor, and Kortney (I think..) are big chickens and are afraid of haunted houses...to me that's just sad!! I love getting scared, and I love the Halloween-y feeling. :D I can't wait. I'm even going trick-or-treating. And I don't care what you say, I'm NOT too old!! 9th grade I didn't go...man, that year sucked. Lol. Oh man. I love Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Alliance is coming along nicely. It gets better every day. I'm still trying to figure out something I can add to it. I need to sit down and just &lt;em&gt;write&lt;/em&gt;...I need more time!! Maybe I'll get something written tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have YW volleyball tonight. I'm excited, I love volleyball. Sometimes the girls are annoying, but I love playing so much...it doesn't matter. Even though we don't always win...as long as I get to play, and I play the best I can...and I love the "workout." It's not a huge thing, but it feels good. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, wanna hear a good song? Listen to For You I Will(Confidence) By Teddy Geiger. It's a great song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start a "Weekly Verse" from the BOM. Yes, I stole the idea from Nathan. :D This weeks verse is...ok, so it's actually a chapter. But it's short. Only 6 verses. Everyone go read Ether 5. It's really good. The chapter heading says &lt;em&gt;"Three witnesses and the work itself shall stand as a testimony of the truthfulness of the Book of Mormon." &lt;/em&gt;Read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seminary tomorrow morning! Score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, well that's it for now! 3rd blog in a row...Go Me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we say at volleyball...."Ahhh...shake shake shake shake! WHAT!!"&lt;br /&gt;*corky*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30463419-115888561561208648?l=corky06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/feeds/115888561561208648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30463419&amp;postID=115888561561208648' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/115888561561208648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30463419/posts/default/115888561561208648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corky06.blogspot.com/2006/09/theres-gotta-be-more-to-life.html' title='There&apos;s Gotta Be More To Life...'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09722469850654699007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xR0Z-dFatA8/TGQdILPPSYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YcpPji5kiso/S220/_DSC3944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
