tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74151355097161126632023-11-15T08:28:14.219-08:00*~* ShAnNoN *~*Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415135509716112663.post-63392485859836023292010-06-05T21:37:00.000-07:002010-06-05T22:05:16.448-07:00My first boyfriendThis was my biggest mistake ever! His name was Aaron myers (AKA-sparkles, fruit loop) and he claimed to be in love with me for 3 years, and i had been in love with him since the begging of 7th grade. So in the middle of the year right before Thanksgiving break he asked me out ( for the 3rd time that year and the 4 time ever) I said I would think about it. And of course I said yes!<br /><br /><div align="center">1 MONTH LATER </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">So we had this Christmas dance at the Junior High and of course my date was Aaron and every slow dance we just sat there and hugged each other while going in circles. Then after words my friend Tiare said 'I've seen you guys hug now lets see a kiss!' Aaron and i just looked each other and he said ' We're not ready for that,'. And a few seconds later her dad came so we left. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="center">1 MORE MONTH LATER</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Ok so around this time me and my friend Kristin were thinking of ways i could break up with him cause my heart started telling me i wasn't in love with him anymore, :'( sad i know. So we came up with the plan for me to do it after the Valentine's day dance( 3 weeks away) but, little did I know I wouldn't be the one breaking it up. Turns out 2 weeks after we came up with the idea he dumped me. Over a text message. PATHETIC! So now were just good friends that go and get ice cream and hang out at the park. :D</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415135509716112663.post-41636268701646402482010-01-07T16:00:00.000-08:002010-09-20T19:30:43.323-07:00Seventh Grade<div align="left">Hi again! sorry it's been a year but i totally forgot in sixth grade to write down and stuff so im in seventh grade now and i have so many things to tell you! Ok first off i love it in junior high! I'm in this class called Areobics where i met this girl named Madison and it turns out that we went to kindergarten together and hated each other then. But we are best friends now and hope to stay that way. I'm also in art man i hat that class our teacher, Mr, Cudney, is a perv and the most fast moving teacher ever i will never take that class again! </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">I also like the dances. They are super fun even if all you do is jump up and down for a half hour. The part i like the most if the slow dances, not just cause it's with a guy but that he asks you to dance instead of acting like your not there. The worst thing and only thing i will remeber about my first dance if this fat kid named Boudey was trying to break dance.... I still taste vomit when i think about it.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Well i'm sorry i don't have much to write about but i promise i will try and remember from now on. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Luff ya! </div><div align="left">Shannon</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415135509716112663.post-62778313445446991372009-04-11T18:52:00.000-07:002009-04-11T19:16:03.244-07:00Sixth Grade<div><div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Hi</span><span style="color:#ffffff;"> everyone! it's me again and guess what. There is excactly 32 days of school left until i'm in Junior High. Let me share some funny memories from fifth grade... </span></strong></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkmv9bi9xGo/SeFKInHN4sI/AAAAAAAAABY/JkbQC23bjfY/s1600-h/andalyn+and+addie.bmp"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323617746327298754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkmv9bi9xGo/SeFKInHN4sI/AAAAAAAAABY/JkbQC23bjfY/s320/andalyn+and+addie.bmp" border="0" /></strong></span></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkmv9bi9xGo/SeFKT0l_MLI/AAAAAAAAABg/ijksYCAn3e8/s1600-h/ashlyn+1950s.bmp"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323617938924581042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zkmv9bi9xGo/SeFKT0l_MLI/AAAAAAAAABg/ijksYCAn3e8/s320/ashlyn+1950s.bmp" border="0" /></strong></span></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkmv9bi9xGo/SeFKmibWE1I/AAAAAAAAABo/9RpcPAE8NrQ/s1600-h/edwardo+again!.bmp"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323618260465619794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zkmv9bi9xGo/SeFKmibWE1I/AAAAAAAAABo/9RpcPAE8NrQ/s320/edwardo+again!.bmp" border="0" /></strong></span></a></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span></div><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>Now those are only some ill show you more at the end but what i really want to tell you are some details about my class. OK so you all know Indy, Ivan, and Peedro (hehe) it turns out that Ivan has a crush on me but it's not for sure i heard it from someone and who knows what is true and whats not these days. Next Pedro sits next to me in about every single class, totally no fair. Sadly Noe moved away in November i will never forget him................................................................. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323620297190374498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zkmv9bi9xGo/SeFMdF0XfGI/AAAAAAAAABw/GkSZyICPf9g/s320/noe.bmp" border="0" />CAUSE HE'LL BE IN MY SCHOOL NEXT YEAR!!!!! OH YEA!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Back to my story some funny things hhhmmmm oh yeah last week we had to trace somebody in our science group so of course i had Indy in my group and we traced him to look like a clown sadly he was to skinny to look like a real clown, in the end everyone thought he was Michael Jackson wearing make-up. One more thing is that Kylee, Paola, Mayberlin, Pedro, Ivan and me where playing Would You Rather... it was pedros turn and his question was: Who would you rather kiss Graciella or Shannon? he wouldn't respond quick enough so Ivan tackled Pedro and Said " Say Shannon already!" P.S. this went on for five minutes before he said Shannon</strong></span> </span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415135509716112663.post-21885018673646752282009-04-11T18:50:00.000-07:002009-04-11T18:51:51.929-07:00The Alphebet in webdings<span style="font-family:webdings;">abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415135509716112663.post-36907208431078358872008-10-10T19:24:00.000-07:002008-10-10T19:34:05.595-07:00Kobie<strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Kobie</span> was my joy and happiness but that was all lost after <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">February</span> of 2000 my little puppy that was no bigger than a piece of paper long was hit by car a I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">blame</span> Myself for leaving for a sleepover that night only hours after did the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">tragedy</span> happen i found out the next day after having so much fun only to be ruined by the news that she was put to sleep <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">I'll</span> never be the same again.</strong>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415135509716112663.post-89990882712448476522008-10-10T19:15:00.000-07:002008-10-10T19:23:57.970-07:00Nathan<strong>My sister Ashley just had a baby two months ago and his name is Nathan Earl Smith , after his father. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">That's</span> not even the best part either <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">I'm</span> only 11 and an aunt that is so cool. H<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">opefully he never thinks of me as old, cause that would be sad but i'm glad heavenly father sent him to us hes my favorite treasure of all next to my Kobie that will never be replaced i miss her but Nathan is her in a boy and human form and maybe i'll something some day as wonderful as them. </span> </strong>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415135509716112663.post-86370626539014062062008-09-07T09:52:00.000-07:002008-09-10T14:38:07.985-07:00Rule The School<span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong>Hey people its me yeah thats right i'm in sixth grade now so me and my friends rule the school, so let me give you the new news >). so you know that last year we had problems well this year is just percet cause i have all three idots in my</strong> <strong>class </strong></span><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong>yay no not yay bbbbboooooooooooooooo and to add on my two bffs are in a diferent class so four another 36 weeks im stuck with them wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">tha-t-thank you and tune in nexxt week when im dead thank you and good good night wwwwhhhhaaaa</span></strong>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415135509716112663.post-52190211534734606462008-08-07T20:51:00.001-07:002008-08-07T20:51:44.386-07:00Memories<a name="7475925934211551901"></a><br />I found this on kristins blog :D1. As a comment on my blog, write a memory that we have had together and it doesn't matter if you've known me a little or a lot.2. Post these instructions on your blog to see what kind of comments you get. If you have left a comment I will assume you are playing and I will visit your site.:DUnknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415135509716112663.post-57910104398517494712008-08-02T12:11:00.000-07:002008-08-12T09:18:20.019-07:00Build a BearsMy friend kristin invented a game called build a bears, and she and her friends played it with me, It was weird but then it got better becasue gloria (Sarah's build-a-bear) was really fat and tried to eat everthing in sight so sadie tackeled her and sat on her for at least fifteen minutes or so until they noticed i was on her it was funny to see Sarah' face then she said "she's all warm and we started laughing after that it was all a memory so write in my memories colom about it go do it now go go go go goUnknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415135509716112663.post-33803481954920736702008-07-31T19:57:00.000-07:002008-07-31T20:03:12.640-07:00B-O-Y-S<strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;">This is a true meaning of this word....</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;">B- <span style="font-size:130%;">Brain less </span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;">O- Other planet </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;">Y- Yuetzos</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;">S- stupid people </span></strong>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415135509716112663.post-58893514958019445152008-07-10T08:46:00.000-07:002008-07-25T10:29:38.364-07:00My Fifth Grade Life<span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong>Hi this is my fifth grade life and my name is shannon and what im about to tell you is true now watch and die from laughter. It was my first day at shool and i was freaking out one cause my mom made me miss registration so ididn't know who was in my class and second know clue what the teacher was like. But it turned out fine because i new some people (more than half the class) and two of them became my best friends, And there names are Tiare and Kristin. Okay moving on we went through some funny adventures in fifth grade with my not even friends friends named Indy,Dakotta,and Pedro now we all have cell phones except Tiare, and the boyz found out that i keep mine in my backpack (dum dum dum)and it was the seond to last week of school and Indy had gotten in trouble and took it only the geninus wasn't smart enough to think get everybodies numbers off of my phone but he was smart enough to call his friends and get my # so im stuck with that for along time now so lets all take a minute to cry for me ='( ............</strong><strong> n-now t-that we're b-back</strong> <strong>lets move on. </strong></span></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong>Now those guys aren't my only friends i have backups etc. ,And one of them always took his shoes off (his names Eduardo) and then we created the most fun/funnest game ever and it called Shoeball. I know its sounds stupid but trust me it gets fun. Now if you have more hhhhmmmmuuu about ten people not inculding the person who has to get the shoe then screw the game.</strong></span></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">But don't think my werido friends go boring no the boyz discovered a new game it's called steal the backpacks and my part and get slammed into a wall by my friend she will hurt you, but back to the point they stole our backpacks and now we make sure that we rush to our backpacks when school ends, but hey who cares i dont have stuff in my backpack thats juicy but oh well thats what they'll never learn.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">But thats not the end of it when my friend Kritin rammed Indy into a wall i broke my backpack so i got a new one but that wasn't so bad but it was easier to get in to so that sucked but after awhile they stopped stealing the backpacks,and just had to start stealing right out of them so me and my friend took all our keysphones out of it and everything, but they still were after the stuff they just wouldn't give up.But lukily it was right before shcool ended so there wasn't much time for them to snatch anything but. A couple weeks later school ended and we've texted each other but we won't see them for a littel while now, and that is my fifth grade <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">life </span>THE END</span></span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></strong><br /></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></strong>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2