<?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-13915756</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:37:07.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everything</title><subtitle type='html'>Not sure how this type of things works. I'm pretty much just going to writing anything about anything. Don't judge me from what I write. I'll just write whatever is on my mind.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787202146870362394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b266/beangirl_123456/Me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13915756.post-114170458258998211</id><published>2006-03-06T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T20:09:47.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>My birthday is only in five days and I'm so excited! I don't even know why I'm excited 'cause it's not like anything is going to be going on. I've already got my presents from my parents so I won't be getting any on my birthday, my whole family is going to be away for a hockey tournament in Coquitlam and I can't even have a party to celebrate because my birthday is on spring break and everyone is going away. I'm going to have to have a party over two weeks after my birthday, which sucks because it feels weird since your birthday has already passed. I'm also having difficulties with my guest list. I can't seem to eliminate people from my list but I have too much and need to get rid of some.. but I can't cause I like them all. Anyway, I'm gonna go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13915756-114170458258998211?l=madswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/114170458258998211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13915756&amp;postID=114170458258998211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/114170458258998211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/114170458258998211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787202146870362394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b266/beangirl_123456/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13915756.post-113912286400617578</id><published>2006-02-04T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T23:01:04.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hm</title><content type='html'>okay I was just logging on to check out my blog because I haven't looked at it very months and it said forbidden so I thought maybe that if I write a post it will unforbidden it... so basically this is just a test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13915756-113912286400617578?l=madswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/113912286400617578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13915756&amp;postID=113912286400617578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/113912286400617578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/113912286400617578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/2006/02/hm.html' title='hm'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787202146870362394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b266/beangirl_123456/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13915756.post-112180222058191760</id><published>2005-07-19T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T12:43:40.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Question?</title><content type='html'>I was wondering if anyone knows if your blog entrys will delete if you change your blog template?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13915756-112180222058191760?l=madswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/112180222058191760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13915756&amp;postID=112180222058191760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/112180222058191760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/112180222058191760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-question.html' title='Blog Question?'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787202146870362394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b266/beangirl_123456/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13915756.post-112180203301237483</id><published>2005-07-19T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T12:40:33.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roberts Creek!</title><content type='html'>I've got over three hundred pictures from our trip to Roberts Creek and hundreds of words to describe the trip. I can tell this will be a long blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday morning I went to Roberts Creek with Elisa, Lori, Lauren, Sarah, and Jody. It was so devine! Roberts Creek was such a gorgeous place! The sun was so hot and the ocean was such a sparkling delight! We spend our days swimming in the ocean, soaking up the sun on castle rock, shopping in the cool stores downtown, and just being silly. My favourite thing to do was going to the beach. It was to reacful and relaxing. I loved it! One of my favourite moments at the beahc was when Lauren and I were standing on this rock when all the sudden these waves started splashing up and drenching us. We ended up just dunking our heads in the water but it was so fun! We tried to balance on rocks on the middle of the water without falling off when huge waves came. When we went shopping we went to this store called "Lucy's" which all of us loved. It was a type of surf store with all the hip clothing. I bought two shirts there. On the way to the stores each day there always seemed to be very fun songs playing. We had a fun time moving to the music in car rides. Funky Town! At the beach we also liked to go searching for sea creatures. We found a sea snake, tons of crabs -little and big- , a starfish, and an oyster with a creature inside. We had a In Roberts Creek we stayed at Elisa's grandparents, Baba and Papa. They were great people and I really enjoyed staying with them. One thing I loved so much about the trip was the delicious meals that Baba cooked us! We had a lovely dinner every night with a wonderful desert! She is such a good cook! I can see where Elisa got her cooking skills from! I had such a fantabulous time in Roberts Creek and I hope I'm able to go back again! Thank-you so much for inviting me Elisa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/STaryFriend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/STaryFriend.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our stary friend which Lauren and I found when we went up to Castle Rock on our last day for a last time to soak up the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/SarahOnCastleRock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/SarahOnCastleRock.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Sarah sitting on Castle Rock on our last day at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/MumAndDaughterJAndE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/MumAndDaughterJAndE.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Elisa and Jody supposed to be crying. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/MaddyInOcean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/MaddyInOcean.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Me standing in the ocean on the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/MaddyHandInHair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/MaddyHandInHair.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture which Elisa took of myself putting my hair up. This is was the time when Elisa, Sarah, Lauren, Jody, and I were sitting outside under the sun having fruit punch and yummy meat sandwhichs that Baba made for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/MaddyGettingSplashed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/MaddyGettingSplashed.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken on the last day by Lauren when it was super windy outside. Lauren and I were dying to get into the water because the waves were so huge and looked extremely fun but we had ot leave soon so we couldn't. Instead, I just walked to to the rocks in the middle of the water and Lauren took pictures. Here is a picture of me on a rock getting splashed when a huge wave came by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/MaddyFalling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/MaddyFalling.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another picture taken by Lauren. This one is of me slipping on the rock. Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/MaddyCrashingDown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/MaddyCrashingDown.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet another one taken by Lauren on the last day. THis on was when an enormous wave came by and I quickly jumped up onto a higher rock so I would get pushed into the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/MaddyBySunset1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/MaddyBySunset1.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of myself. The point of this picture was to show the gorgeous sunset in the background. The sky was as gorgeous as this every night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/LaurenWriting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/LaurenWriting.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Lauren writing in her journal on Castle Rock. Elisa, Lauren, Sarah, and I all bought journals while we were there and wrote about our adventures of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/LaurenWithCam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/LaurenWithCam.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Lauren when she was suntanning on Castle Rock. ( If you were wondering, Castle Rock us this huge rock on the beach where JELM, and Sarah spent all there time at the beach.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/LaurenTitanic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/LaurenTitanic.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren making a Titanic type pose on a large rock surrounded by water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/LaurenStandingOnRock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/LaurenStandingOnRock.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres another picture of Lauren making a pose on a rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/LaurenSmooshFace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/LaurenSmooshFace.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! Here's Lauren making a funny face. Sorry, you might have to turn sideways to see. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/JodyByMiniCooper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/JodyByMiniCooper.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres Jody standing my her new car. Yes, she just got it as a present from her mum for getting her drivers licsense. Isn't it lovely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/JodyAndElisaJumping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/JodyAndElisaJumping.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Jody And Elisa when they were jumping across a stream of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/JodyAndElisaHugging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/JodyAndElisaHugging.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jody hugging Elisa for some reason. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/JodyAndELisaGettingInWater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/JodyAndELisaGettingInWater.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Elisa and Jody getting ready to jump into the water. Don't you love Elisa's top? She bought it at Lucy's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/JELMOnCastleRock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/JELMOnCastleRock.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of JELM on Castle Rock ont he first day. We took this picture all by ourselfs! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/JELMHugging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/JELMHugging.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is JELM again hugging on the back lawn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/FunnyRoarJody.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/FunnyRoarJody.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Jody making a funny Jody type pose at the beach. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/ELisaTheCutieAh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/ELisaTheCutieAh.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Elisa making the most adorable face! She looks so much like Ben in this picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/ElisaAndJodyAFterEatingContest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/ElisaAndJodyAFterEatingContest.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Elisa and Jody in Subway showing there toungs after they ha da race the finish their sandwhich. The winner is unknown because although Elisa finished first she had dumped some of her food on the floor under the table.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13915756-112180203301237483?l=madswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/112180203301237483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13915756&amp;postID=112180203301237483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/112180203301237483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/112180203301237483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/2005/07/roberts-creek.html' title='Roberts Creek!'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787202146870362394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b266/beangirl_123456/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13915756.post-112179856154501525</id><published>2005-07-19T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T11:42:41.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waterslides!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/DSCF4239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/DSCF4239.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/DSCF4250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/DSCF4250.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/DSCF4247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/DSCF4247.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/DSCF4233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/DSCF4233.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/DSCF4255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/DSCF4255.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/DSCF4229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/DSCF4229.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/DSCF4226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/DSCF4226.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday I went to the waterslides with Lauren, Terri, Phil, Jody, Elisa, and the Shepards. It was so fantabulous! The weather was great because it was super hot! We went to the TransCanada Waterslides. My favourite slide was the Radical Rapids but for some reason I always was the one to get stuck and take forever to get down. Also at the slides we meet these very attractive lads name Sawyer, Bruce and "Scuba Steve."  Lauren knew that I thought they were very attractice so she had a great idea to be the weirdest she could be to embarrass me.  It was all a good time though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13915756-112179856154501525?l=madswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/112179856154501525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13915756&amp;postID=112179856154501525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/112179856154501525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/112179856154501525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/2005/07/waterslides.html' title='Waterslides!'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787202146870362394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b266/beangirl_123456/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13915756.post-112131500581772559</id><published>2005-07-13T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T21:23:25.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ticket Selling</title><content type='html'>Wow. I have spend around three and a half hours today selling tickets for the Mission Marlin Swim Club. It was so boring! I would much have rather spent my time doing other things! We were out there for that long and we only sold about twelve tickets! It's so dreadful. I hate the fundraising parts in joining sports!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone one would like to buy a raffle tickets from me, we have tons left! There's some great prizes! ( Actually there very boring prizes. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13915756-112131500581772559?l=madswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/112131500581772559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13915756&amp;postID=112131500581772559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/112131500581772559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/112131500581772559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/2005/07/ticket-selling.html' title='Ticket Selling'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787202146870362394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b266/beangirl_123456/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13915756.post-112131480895611467</id><published>2005-07-13T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T21:20:08.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Night</title><content type='html'>Last night I went to Girls Night at Erin's house for New Heights church with Jody, ELisa, and Lauren. It was so fun! We all made some type of food to bring. I made fruit saled, Jody made cookies, Lauren brought veggies and dip, and Elisa made a cake. Everything was delicious! At Erin's house we got a tour of her house, which I love! The decorating is SO nice! Then once everyone arrived we sat down with our goodies and talked about the word "Worship" and what we think it means. I had such a fun night and I am definitely planning on going to the next Girls Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13915756-112131480895611467?l=madswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/112131480895611467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13915756&amp;postID=112131480895611467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/112131480895611467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/112131480895611467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/2005/07/girls-night.html' title='Girls Night'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787202146870362394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b266/beangirl_123456/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13915756.post-112130428016658432</id><published>2005-07-13T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T21:16:58.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boot Camp Week!!</title><content type='html'>Ahhhhh! This week at swimming is "boot camp" week. On Monday it wasn't very hard so I wasn't as scared but then I found out that the practice times were changing from 7:30 until 9:00 to 7:30 until 11:00. The practices are hard and they seem liek the never end! We have so swim with our clothes on in the water to make things even harder. I can't wait until this week is over! My muscles are so soar from working so hard. I think it's because we are doing dryland aswell and I'm not as in shape for dryland. I hope I will survive boot camp!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13915756-112130428016658432?l=madswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/112130428016658432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13915756&amp;postID=112130428016658432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/112130428016658432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/112130428016658432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/2005/07/boot-camp-week.html' title='Boot Camp Week!!'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787202146870362394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b266/beangirl_123456/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13915756.post-112130417256050150</id><published>2005-07-13T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T18:22:52.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Agassiz Swim Meet</title><content type='html'>Well I haven't written for a while. I've been really busy with swimming. The past weekend was the Agassiz swim meet. I brought along Jody, Elisa, and Lauren with me. On Friday I left with just Elisa. We got there and it was pouring it but we still had fun. ( Well I did! ) We went to the skate park with Taylor,  which is in the same area where we were camping and we played around on my brothers skate board. Once it started raining even harder we went back to our trailors and got into bed. We didn't get to sleep until late because LISA was being very loud. haha. In the morning I got up super early for warm ups. After warm ups Elisa and I watched Coach Carter in my trailor until it was time for my race. I didn't do very well. It was 50 free and I was expecting to make it to finals and hopefully get a best time because I usually do good in that race but I guess Elisa is unlucky! After free it was 50 fly. I added four seconds in the race but I was extremely excited when I found out I had made finals with such a bad time. I was hopeing to get a better time. At my 50 fly finals Lauren, Jody, and Terri showed up to watch. I ended up placing up one spot higher then I went in and I only added three seconds instead of four. So over all it turned out well. After my fly finals Lauren, Elisa, Jody, and I just hung around. We played some lacrosse, watched some movies, ate some goodies, and had a water fight. The water fight was with our whole club so it was very club. We also went to the skate park but it didn't turn out very well because there were some misbehaving teens there so we left. Later in the evening we did Karaoke. A bunch on people from other clubs such as Abby and Haney came to sing and watch. I found that it was very frazzled but other people seemed to enjoy themselves. After the karaoke we went into our tent and went to sleep. I was able to sleep in the next day because I skipped warm-ups and I wasn't until the third race. It was very pleasant! My first race was 100 breast. Breaststroke is my worst stroke but I did very well because I got my first best time of the year. I took two seconds off! I was so happy! My next race was 10 free. I was very excited for that, although I absolutely hate the race because it's very difficult. I was going into the race third but I ended up coming fourth because I added some time. That was alright because I still had finals. In finals I did even worse! I added more time then in the heats and I placed even worse! I was quite angry about that. Oh well! I had lots of fun at the swim meet, especially with my bestest friends ever there with me. I loved hearing them cheer for my when I was standing on the starting block and I loved how they came behind the blocks ( even though there not allowed. ) to help me get my towel after each race. I hope they can come to more of my swim meets!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13915756-112130417256050150?l=madswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/112130417256050150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13915756&amp;postID=112130417256050150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/112130417256050150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/112130417256050150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/2005/07/agassiz-swim-meet.html' title='Agassiz Swim Meet'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787202146870362394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b266/beangirl_123456/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13915756.post-112121597314778366</id><published>2005-07-12T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T18:28:54.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which One?  Which One?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/304043680XRXEwA_ph3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/304043680XRXEwA_ph3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WOE!  I Just can't decide.  I've been preparing the regional swim competition on the 28th of July and I don't know what to wear.  I have always said a girl should make the best use of all her ass-ets, whoops, assets to help influence the judges.  Would you help me?  Please vote for either Suit A, on the left - or Suit B on the right.  I really want to shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv Maddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/334096755usuKPw_ph3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/334096755usuKPw_ph3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13915756-112121597314778366?l=madswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/112121597314778366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13915756&amp;postID=112121597314778366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/112121597314778366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/112121597314778366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/2005/07/which-one-which-one.html' title='Which One?  Which One?'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787202146870362394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b266/beangirl_123456/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13915756.post-112062330709721082</id><published>2005-07-05T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T21:15:07.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hatzic Hoopsters and Spikers!</title><content type='html'>This week I'm helping coach at Hatzic Hoopsters and Spikers camp! I went to this camp for three years when i was younger and I loved it but then I got older and didn't have time for it. Now i"m coaching! Its loads of fun, expecially since I"m with my greatest friends. It does get very exhausting though. I never knew it would be so much work! I'm working with a group called the Maple Leafs. There the youngest group there so they are VERY cute. Elisa and Jody are looking after the group with me. I wish Lauren could have came with us but she went somewhere else. What I love about coaching at this camp is that all the activitys are things I love to do! ( Except for art! Blah.. ) I also like getting to choose awards to give out to the kids at the end of the day. My favourite child in the group which I gave an award to left today to be in his cousins group. That was a little sad too see him go. My nickname at the camp is "Pass." Theres a funny story to how I got my name. When Mr A was going around and asking what our nicknames were he came to me and I said pass because I hadn't thought of a name yet so I wanted him to pass to the next person. But Mr A thought I meant my name was pass. I said that it wasn't but everyone still calls me pass. My favourite name in the camp is "Stinky or Stinky Feet" who is Elisa. I helped pic her name. Our group and I picked it. Its very funny huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13915756-112062330709721082?l=madswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/112062330709721082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13915756&amp;postID=112062330709721082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/112062330709721082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/112062330709721082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/2005/07/hatzic-hoopsters-and-spikers.html' title='Hatzic Hoopsters and Spikers!'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787202146870362394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b266/beangirl_123456/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13915756.post-112044203614468990</id><published>2005-07-03T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T18:53:56.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Langley Swim Meet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/DSCF4121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/DSCF4121.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/DSCF4119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/DSCF4119.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/Maddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/Maddy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was the Langley swim meet. At first I was not looking forward to it at all because I had only got six hours of sleep so I was incredibly tired and definitely didn't feel like swimming. When I got to the meet I swam warm-ups and then after since I wasn't swimming the first race I slept in our van until I thought it was close ot my time to swim. My first race was 50 free. I didn't do very well. I added two seconds and I didn't place well either. Thi meet was very hard because there were many out of region swimmers at it, so there was way more compitition than usual. After 50 free I rested up until 50 fly. I did horendous in fly! I added four seconds and I palced veen worse then free. Fly is my best stroke so I usual do well but not then. After fly there was relays, finals, and then finally it was time to go home. We went to my aunts for dinner where my Uncle tried to cut out my in grown toe nail which has been KILLING me for so long. Especially when I'm swimming. After my aunts I just dove into bed and sleep until my alarm went off. I was so tired but luckly I got a nice nine hour sleep. ( Way better than six hours! )&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday my swimming was even worse but I had a way better time. It was so hot out which was great and I wasn't as tired. In backstroke I got DQed which hasn't happened to be four about  three years. I was so mad! The man said I was floating to much and wasn't using my arms. Hello?!?! If I was doing that I wouldn't have gone anywhere! Oh well, backstrokes not my greatest stroke anyway. After back was 100 free. I usually do well in it even though I hate it. I get super nervous for it. I alwasy feel like I'm goign to throw up. My coach says that means I'm ready for my race but obviously I wasn't because I added almost two seconds. Oh well.... I had fun at the meet anyway! I can't wait until next wekk when were staying the night at the agassiz. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13915756-112044203614468990?l=madswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/112044203614468990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13915756&amp;postID=112044203614468990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/112044203614468990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/112044203614468990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/2005/07/langley-swim-meet.html' title='The Langley Swim Meet'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787202146870362394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b266/beangirl_123456/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13915756.post-112043981156587787</id><published>2005-07-03T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T18:33:53.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam's Birthday</title><content type='html'>On Friday night I went to Sam's birthday party. It was soo fun but I had to leave early because I had swimming in the morning. Elisa and I played some volleyball and other stuff outside and then we went on the computer for a little while. We talked on MSN, listened to music and looked at other peoples blogs. Then later we went onto each others blog files and put in entries. It was so funny! After that we went for a swim in the FREEZING cold pool! lisa said that I would get used to it but i never did. I was absolutely freezing and I was losing feeling in my body. After the pool we went into Lisa's shower to warm up but the hot water ran out quickly and we were still freezing so we warmed up under Elisa's quilt until my mum came to pick me up. It was so fun though! I wish I could have stayed later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13915756-112043981156587787?l=madswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/112043981156587787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13915756&amp;postID=112043981156587787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/112043981156587787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/112043981156587787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/2005/07/sams-birthday.html' title='Sam&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787202146870362394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b266/beangirl_123456/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13915756.post-112027547907789746</id><published>2005-07-01T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T20:37:59.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY SUPER TOTALLY SEXY FRIEND!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4684/1247/1600/rob8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4684/1247/320/rob8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is my newest friend Frankie, We met at the waterslides and this is a picture of him going down the slide. I really want him to be  my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo- Miss Frankie(I Wish) Madison&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13915756-112027547907789746?l=madswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/112027547907789746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13915756&amp;postID=112027547907789746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/112027547907789746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/112027547907789746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-super-totally-sexy-friend.html' title='MY SUPER TOTALLY SEXY FRIEND!'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787202146870362394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b266/beangirl_123456/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13915756.post-112018904169300194</id><published>2005-06-30T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T20:37:21.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball BBQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/MaddyAndHailey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/MaddyAndHailey.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/StevieKaraAndMaddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/StevieKaraAndMaddy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/KaraHaileyAndStevie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/KaraHaileyAndStevie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/BballTeamGirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/BballTeamGirls.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/AuroraAndKendraRoar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/AuroraAndKendraRoar.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday night I went to a end of the year basketball BBQ. It was so fun! We didn't really do much but I still really enjoyed it. Everyone on my team was there and so were the senior teams. We just hanged around, took pictures, and ate dinner. I took so many pictures there. I'm so glad that I'm goign to be going to the same school as the people on my team next year, at least I will know lots of people there. I had a really good year playing basketball. Our team wasn't exactly the best team but we were pretty good and we had lots of fun. I was very mad that I had to miss one of our tournaments that were in the States. Everyone was staying in a hotel and it sounded so fun but I had a swim meet so I couldn't go. Next year I'm fro sure playing Express Basketball again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13915756-112018904169300194?l=madswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/112018904169300194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13915756&amp;postID=112018904169300194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/112018904169300194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/112018904169300194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/2005/06/basketball-bbq.html' title='Basketball BBQ'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787202146870362394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b266/beangirl_123456/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13915756.post-112018847550474157</id><published>2005-06-30T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T20:27:55.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Question</title><content type='html'>I was just wondering if when people ask you questions on your blog should you reply to them on there blog or the place where they asked you the question on your blog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13915756-112018847550474157?l=madswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/112018847550474157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13915756&amp;postID=112018847550474157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/112018847550474157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/112018847550474157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-question.html' title='Blog Question'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787202146870362394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b266/beangirl_123456/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13915756.post-112018829319096394</id><published>2005-06-30T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T20:26:39.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/JodyAndLaurenCrying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/JodyAndLaurenCrying.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/JereAndMaddyCrying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/JereAndMaddyCrying.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/HuddlingAndLaughingAndCrying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/HuddlingAndLaughingAndCrying.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/ChrisPhilJereMaddyHuddling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/ChrisPhilJereMaddyHuddling.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh. Schools over and I'm actually incredibly upset! I'm going to miss everyone SO much. Not only will I not get to see them that much during the summer but I won't be seeing them everyday at school like usual next year. I'm so sad about that. They last day of school was filled with so many crying. Mrs. Brown dismissed us but we all stayed after school for at least 20 min to hug, cry and say good-bye. At first everything was normal and then Jeremy and Clinton started crying which got me starting which got Lauren starting and then everyone joined it. It was so sad. I do not knwo what I am goign to do without my greatest friends in high school. They were always there with me through everything! I've decided that there will have to be a MacAulay movie night at least once a month. Anyone have any suggestions of what the next movie should be and when? What about Ladder 49? Anyway, I hope that I will still get to see everyone all the time because my elementary friends have been the best friends that anyone could ever have and I love them so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13915756-112018829319096394?l=madswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/112018829319096394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13915756&amp;postID=112018829319096394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/112018829319096394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/112018829319096394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/2005/06/sad-day.html' title='Sad Day'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787202146870362394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b266/beangirl_123456/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13915756.post-111999689818418858</id><published>2005-06-28T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T15:14:58.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Boyfriend</title><content type='html'>THAT WAS ALL LISA!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13915756-111999689818418858?l=madswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/111999689818418858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13915756&amp;postID=111999689818418858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/111999689818418858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/111999689818418858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-new-boyfriend_28.html' title='My New Boyfriend'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787202146870362394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b266/beangirl_123456/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13915756.post-111991408736974973</id><published>2005-06-27T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T16:14:47.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dream Room</title><content type='html'>I went to bed last night and I was thinking of what my dream room would be. I would be so happy if I ever got my dream room but I probably would never because I bet that it would cost lots of money and I probably would never get a house big enough to have a large room that I want. If I were able to have my dream room it would be very large. Not extremely but about four times larger then the room I have now. I wouldn't be a totally square room, it would be more of a rectangular room. The room would have two very large walk in closets with tons of storage room. It would also have a large bathroom attached. The main colours of my room would be yellow, blue, purple, pink, and green. Each wall would be a different colour but since theres five colours and most likely there will be only four walls, I don't know how that will work out. The flooring would be dark hardwood flooring in the bedroom and a cream/white coloured tile in the bathroom. All the floorings would be heated. My bed would be a enormous king sized bed so that when Jody, Elisa, Lauren, and I have our sleep overs at my house Lisa wouldn't have to steal all the covers ( because there will be so much! ), Lauren wouldn't have to be squished in the middle, I wouldn't end up with no covers and Jody wouldn't be stuck on the floor. My bed would be a nice dark wood canopy bed. The conapy would actually have a top to it because the ceiling will be so high. ( If you don't understand that you have to see my canapy bed now. ) I would have a nice big fluffy white quilt with pink, purple, blue, green, and yellow polka dotted sheets. I would have tons of throw pillions on my bed that are assorted colours to match my room. There would be a huge polka dotted rug on my wood floor that is colour coded to match my room colours. I would have the perfect amount of dressers top ut my clothes in so that everything is organized and not shoved in. ( And also so I have more room for new clothes! ) I would have a nice desk to match all ov my other furniture that has everything I need in it, such as paper, pencils, etc. On my desk would also be my own laptop with high speed interenet and everything I would possibly need on a computer. In a different section of my room I would have a lovely, beautiful love seat/couch that matchs my room theme. On the area of the couch I would also have a nice big screen TV with hundreds of channels, which includes all the movies I want. I would also have a built in basketball hoop on my wall so that I can shoot hoops whenever I want. The ball would of course be a special ball that doesn't dent walls. Also in my room I would have shelves on my walls to put all my trophies and metals or anything else that I have an award for. I would also have a enormous billaton board so I can pin hundreds of things on it! Inside my fabulous walk in closets the walls would be painted to match my room theme and the walls would also be a mural wall. My definition of a mural wall is a wall where anyone who visits your room can write down there thoughts on your wall. Its really cool! Now onto my bathroom. In my bathroom there would be a huge jacuzzi bathtub with a polka dotted shower curtain to match my room theme. There would also me a large shower. There would be the basics, such as a toliot and a sink but they would be top of the line toliots and sinks. In my bathroom there would also be a matching rug, cups, toothbrushes, radio, etc. Everything in my room would be totally uncramed, neat, organized, and matching! It also would be a very fun part place or hang out for my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is under contruction because I just quickly through it together before I went to swim practice. It needs some editing and some more room ideas added to it. So check back later because I have to go to swim practice now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13915756-111991408736974973?l=madswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/111991408736974973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13915756&amp;postID=111991408736974973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/111991408736974973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/111991408736974973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-dream-room.html' title='My Dream Room'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787202146870362394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b266/beangirl_123456/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13915756.post-111982176813069906</id><published>2005-06-26T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T14:36:08.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haloscan</title><content type='html'>Elisa Abercrombie just put Haloscan on my blog for me so Gracious to you Lisa lol. So I've lost all my comments because of this. That means you have to send me more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13915756-111982176813069906?l=madswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/111982176813069906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13915756&amp;postID=111982176813069906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/111982176813069906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/111982176813069906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/2005/06/haloscan.html' title='Haloscan'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787202146870362394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b266/beangirl_123456/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13915756.post-111982141534030914</id><published>2005-06-26T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T14:30:15.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.haloscan.com/" title="HaloScan Commenting and Trackback"&gt;Haloscan&lt;/a&gt; commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13915756-111982141534030914?l=madswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/111982141534030914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13915756&amp;postID=111982141534030914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/111982141534030914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/111982141534030914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/2005/06/haloscan-commenting-and-trackback-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787202146870362394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b266/beangirl_123456/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13915756.post-111976500618484648</id><published>2005-06-25T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T21:07:32.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thailand Banquet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/DSCF3914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/DSCF3914.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/DSCF3922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/DSCF3922.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/DSCF3918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/DSCF3918.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/DSCF3931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/DSCF3931.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/DSCF3937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/DSCF3937.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/DSCF3939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/DSCF3939.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/DSCF3945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/DSCF3945.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/DSCF3946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/DSCF3946.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I went out with the Abercrombies to a Thailand Banquet. People from the church, New Heights have been raising money to go to Thailand to support some kids there. The banquet was really fun! Kaitlyn, Jody, Elisa, Brad, Jeremy and I were all there and we all sat together at our own table. First we had dinner and desert and then Sam Abercrombie read us a piece of writing he wrote about a day in a life at Thailand. While he was reading some people did some skits. They were really funny! Then we watched a short movie and then this lady did a speech. Her speech was extremely long! It was a good speech but its not something that I can handle listening to for that long! After the banquet the Abercrombies drove me home. That was the most fun part of my evening! I absolutely love spending time with them because there such great people and extremely funny! On the way back Josh showed us a song he had on his MP3 player that was really scary. It was about this girl that was in her room hiding in here closet because this man came into her room. She was on the phone in the closet talking to the police and telling them she needed help but while she was on the phone the man came into the closet and shot her. It was so freaky! After hearing that we got into the talk of nightmares. We all shared some recient nightmares and what we do when we get them. It was very interesting! Now I'm at my not so thrilling home. Its so quiet and boring here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13915756-111976500618484648?l=madswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/111976500618484648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13915756&amp;postID=111976500618484648' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/111976500618484648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/111976500618484648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/2005/06/thailand-banquet.html' title='Thailand Banquet'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787202146870362394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b266/beangirl_123456/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13915756.post-111972648574637479</id><published>2005-06-25T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T12:08:11.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Yellow Dress</title><content type='html'>I have a yellow dress that I truthly do not like. Okay well sorta. Its complicated. I like the dress a lot but when I put it on it looks weird and so then I dislike it. Maybe I don't have the right shape for the dress or something?? I've worn the dress once and I got a lot of compliments on it but I still don't like it. I can't figure out why people think it looks good. I'm beginning to wonder that there just saying to make me feel good....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13915756-111972648574637479?l=madswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/111972648574637479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13915756&amp;postID=111972648574637479' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/111972648574637479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/111972648574637479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-yellow-dress.html' title='My Yellow Dress'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787202146870362394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b266/beangirl_123456/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13915756.post-111972102957683081</id><published>2005-06-25T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T08:11:45.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Elementary</title><content type='html'>This year is my last year in elementary and it's almost over. There's only three days left to go. I cry just thinking about it. I've had the most wonderful group of friends. We were all in the same class in grade two and then again in grade seven. We've always been friends and everyone is just so wonderful. Next year i'm going to a different high school then everyone and I'm incredibly sad that I have to leave them! I really don't want elementary school to end because its going to be hard without them. I know that I will make new friends in highschool but after having my old friends I will never be able to meet a better group then them. On the last day of school I know that I'm going to start crying my eyes out. Its going to be so hard! I swear to myself that will without no doubt keep in touch with everyone. My mother and I decided that I will have to have a type of party every month inviting only my group of friends from elementary school. Even though I do that it's still horrible to have to leave them. I would just go to the same highschool as them but I don't really like the school their going to and even if they wanted to go to the one I'm going to they wouldn't be able to get in because my school is so full. Why can't there just be ONE highschool for everyone!! Its no fair!! Or they could make every highschool equel so that there is no good or bad one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13915756-111972102957683081?l=madswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/111972102957683081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13915756&amp;postID=111972102957683081' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/111972102957683081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/111972102957683081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/2005/06/bye-bye-elementary.html' title='Bye Bye Elementary'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787202146870362394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b266/beangirl_123456/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13915756.post-111972049487678840</id><published>2005-06-25T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T10:28:14.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wonder</title><content type='html'>Whenever I go to my youth group there are always people talking about "connecting with god." I've never been able to understand that. I never can quite figure out what they mean by that. Sometimes I think that maybe it means that they'e decided to become more religious about god. When I hear them talk about all there connections with god I wonder why can't I do that but when I try its like I can't seem to believe that hes real. When they says things that relate to god its like it just doesn't click into me. When I go to church and I see the people that are to religious about god I've always though they were weird. The people standing up closing there eyes and putting here hands up like there reaching out for god. I don't get it. That sounds quite mean but I'm just trying to make a point. I've never really understood the bible and all the things about god. I always just concidered the bible that I have like a story book. I don't know if any of this is making sense because when I read it over it doesn't make sense to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on this topic, I wonder why there are so many reigions and why people have to fight over them so much! I don't know anything about other religions and what there beliefs are except for Christian, which is what I am but  I just wonder why cant every one have the same religion. It would save a lot of wars and killing. Long ago before I was born my Uncle got bombed and shot because he was trying to hide Jewish people when they were being killed. ( He survived though, thankfully! ) My mum told me that not too long ago and I found it very interesting. She also said that my family used to be Jewish. Anyway, I'm getting off topic so back to before. I think that it would have made sense that whatever happened in the past with how the world was created and everything that makes our religions different wouldn't the people who saw whatever happened happened tell the people in the next generation about it so that they can keep passing it down too. Then that way everone would know the same thing and it would be the right thing. How is it possible to have so many religions. Did people just make them up because obviously only one is right so how did the other beliefs apear. This probably makes as much sense as my other theorie did but if anyone can explain this to me or explain my other thought to me please comment me. I tried to explain this to my mum but she didn't understand me one bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13915756-111972049487678840?l=madswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/111972049487678840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13915756&amp;postID=111972049487678840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/111972049487678840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/111972049487678840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-wonder.html' title='I Wonder'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787202146870362394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b266/beangirl_123456/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13915756.post-111967880374253821</id><published>2005-06-24T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T22:55:23.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Night</title><content type='html'>Tonight I went out to the movies to see "Bewitched" with my friends. It was such a fun time! I went with Jody, Jeremy, Lauren, Phil, Elisa, Clinton, and Kaitlyn. It first was supposed to be just Jody and Jeremy going on their first real date but then everyone else joined in. Since there were a couple couples Lisa and I decided we would go as a couple. Although, she didn't even get me flowers or candy!!! :( :(! The movies were so fun because everything was a such a laugh. Everyone else in theatre must of thought we were quite weird because we laughed at everything. We weren't just fooling a round, we were really laughing. Thats when things became so fun. I love laughing. Theres nothing bad in it. ( Except when you laugh so much your stomache hurrts! ) Sometimes when Lauren and I feel like laughing we play "The Laughing Game." It sounds kind of kidish and stupid but it is eally fun and it works. What we do is lay on the ground and slowly start quietly saying "Ahhhh" and then get louder. After you get a as high as possible you burst out laughing and try to laugh as long as you possibly can. Its increcible! Lauren and I like to do it when we're laughing so much and we need to get our laughs out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13915756-111967880374253821?l=madswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/111967880374253821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13915756&amp;postID=111967880374253821' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/111967880374253821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/111967880374253821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/2005/06/movie-night.html' title='Movie Night'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787202146870362394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b266/beangirl_123456/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13915756.post-111959213596507805</id><published>2005-06-23T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T15:37:08.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>J.E.L.M.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/1600/JELMHoldingJody.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/1242/320/JELMHoldingJody.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the three most incredible best friends ever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J - Jody. I met Jody in kindergarden when we were partnered together at sports day. I thought she was such a cool partner and so cute because she was very small. After that sports did I didn't see her at all for another year when we were at the same basketball camp. Hatzic Hoopsters. We weren't exactly friends but we knew who each other were and our parents also liked to chat while watching us play basketball. Then on the first day of grade two Jody appeared at my school. She had switched schools and was in MY class. We instantly became great friends. I remember thinking, "Yay, theres a new really cool girl." There was only about five girls in my grade so I was very happy. Then after our first day of school I remember making a play date with her. We raced to our parents and begged to have a playdate but sadly our parents said no because "it was only the first day of school." Jody and I of course scheduled a playdate for very soon after that. Jody and I spent all of our times together, at school and our of school. We swam in swim club together, and played basketball together. I remember playing house with her at school. I was the mum, Brad was my husband, and Jody and Jeremy were my twin children. I remember discussing all my secrets with her. At recess and lunch we would sit and hid behind the teachers desk and read "Chicken Soup For The Kids Soul" and share our diarys with each other. Jody and I did get in many fights as well. Were both stubbern which is our biggest problem. We don't agree on a lot of things but when we do agree we can be quite powerful. Jody is an incredible bundle of fun. She makes me laugh and makes me happy. I'm so glad that i was able to meet her! Shes such a great best friend and I hope we'll be friends forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E - Elisa. I met Elisa in grade three when she first transfered to Hatzic. She disliked me because she thought I was stuck up and I disliked her because I was jealous and worried that was she was stealing away my best friend Jody but then after a year Jody and Elisa stoppped hanging out so there were no more worrys. Then in grade six Jody, Elisa, ( and Lauren but we'll get to that later. ) and I were in the same class. We still thought the same things of each other as we had in grade three but as the year went by we became great friends. Now in grade seven she is one of my  best friends. She is such a wonderful person to be around! I love everything about her! ( Except for the fact that she won't wair her hair down! ) She can always make me happy no matter what and ALWAYS can make me laugh. She has an incredible sense of humor! One time when we were driving to a youth event but my dad didn't know where it was so he asked Elisa. She replied by saying "Oh, its by the Ocean." Now we live quite a ways from the ocean so it was definitely not by the ocean. Eventually we found out that she was refering to the Fraser River! Elisa is incredibly gorgeous but she doesn't like to show off when she should be. I tell you, if she were to wair her hair down and dress up a little more the guys would be all over her! At our grade seven graduation the other night she wore the cutest outfit. it was so non like her but it was so gorgeous! She wore a skirt with a no sporty shirt and her hair down. I loved it! I love Lisa so much and I hope she will be a lifetime friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - Lauren. I met Lauren in grade five when my Mum was teaching her Sister. My Mum was telling me about this new cute girl in her class and then she introduced me to her Mum, Terri. Terri said, "Oh I have a daughter the same age as you," and then she introduced us. We didn't exactly click then but hey that was when we first met. We saw each other occasionally after that but there was nothing more then a quick "hi" type of thing. Then one night Lauren called and invited me over for a movie and a sleepover and I of course said yes. ( Who can pass down that?!?! ) It was a blast! After that night we had a few more sleepovers and became better friends. Not best friends but just friends.One night which  will never forget we were playing the "Truth or Dare board game" and Lauren was dared to singing "Mary Had A Little Lamb" in a very high pitched voice. It was hilarious! Then in grade six when we were in the same class we hung out more. Now in grade seven were best friends. Us four. Lauren is a very lovely girl! She laughs a lot which gets everyone laughing too and her laugh is so funny! Shes very fun to be around! Just like Jody and Elisa I hope she will be aanother lifetime friend! She is so awesome I do NOT know what I would do if I were to ever lose her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M, of course stands for me, Madison. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love each one of them so much and I've never had better friends literally! I feel so comfortable around them and I don't get nervous , scared, or stressed about how to act around them like I do around other people. There all such a good people and what I love about them most is that ever one of them is so fun to be around! Nights out with them are never dull!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13915756-111959213596507805?l=madswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/111959213596507805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13915756&amp;postID=111959213596507805' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/111959213596507805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/111959213596507805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/2005/06/jelm.html' title='J.E.L.M.'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787202146870362394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b266/beangirl_123456/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13915756.post-111958960603988218</id><published>2005-06-23T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T22:06:46.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spooky</title><content type='html'>Right now I'm at home babysitting my sister and her two friends. Its dark out and I'm a little freaked out. I wouldn't normally be scared but I was just watching some movie trailors online ( which was stupid )and a couple of them freaked me out. Now many thoughts are wizing through my mind about many spooky things. I keep picturing creatures jumping out behind walls and thigns crawling from out under my computer chair. ( My leggs are rolled up and not hanging over the chair!! ) Obviously none of this would ever happen but my imagination seems too real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13915756-111958960603988218?l=madswriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/feeds/111958960603988218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13915756&amp;postID=111958960603988218' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/111958960603988218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13915756/posts/default/111958960603988218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madswriting.blogspot.com/2005/06/spooky_23.html' title='Spooky'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787202146870362394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b266/beangirl_123456/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
