<?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-2182640918703710058</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:46:54.015-08:00</updated><category term='story'/><category term='mulan'/><category term='drama'/><category term='idea'/><category term='makeup'/><category term='make-up'/><category term='disney'/><category term='vampire'/><category term='princess'/><title type='text'>Everything in Nothing</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbyfrennon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182640918703710058/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbyfrennon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gabby Frennon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18378791007952559467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dBg9SOK7xtg/SmPjgThRL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hj17Oenfp4I/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182640918703710058.post-2195082826728148449</id><published>2009-08-11T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T13:52:06.493-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make-up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makeup'/><title type='text'>Make-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s575.photobucket.com/albums/ss195/Green_cupcake/Pixels/?action=view&amp;amp;current=red.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i575.photobucket.com/albums/ss195/Green_cupcake/Pixels/red.gif" alt="pixel,kawaii,kawaii pixel,heart,notebook,pen" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think younger girls wear too much make-up. Heck, I think people wear too much in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, you know that show where it has little girls in beauty pageants? I'm sorry, I don't think your little kid should have a whole bunch of make up on. Especially when it's over exaggerated. It reminds me of prostitutes that were on the street in the early 90's. Can't they use &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;natural&lt;/span&gt; beauty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, middle-schoolers. All young girls are pressured by society to be prettier. To look like that model on the front of a magazine. Or to look like a famous singer. They have enough pressure as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s575.photobucket.com/albums/ss195/Green_cupcake/Pixels/?action=view&amp;amp;current=powder.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i575.photobucket.com/albums/ss195/Green_cupcake/Pixels/powder.gif" alt="pixel,kawaii,kawaii pixel,pink,girly" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s575.photobucket.com/albums/ss195/Green_cupcake/Pixels/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lipstick.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i575.photobucket.com/albums/ss195/Green_cupcake/Pixels/lipstick.gif" alt="pixel,lipstick,pink,girly,bow,kawaii pixel,kawaii" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2182640918703710058-2195082826728148449?l=gabbyfrennon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbyfrennon.blogspot.com/feeds/2195082826728148449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbyfrennon.blogspot.com/2009/08/make-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182640918703710058/posts/default/2195082826728148449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182640918703710058/posts/default/2195082826728148449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbyfrennon.blogspot.com/2009/08/make-up.html' title='Make-up'/><author><name>Gabby Frennon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18378791007952559467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dBg9SOK7xtg/SmPjgThRL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hj17Oenfp4I/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i575.photobucket.com/albums/ss195/Green_cupcake/Pixels/th_red.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182640918703710058.post-4439252551704394838</id><published>2009-07-26T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T13:52:52.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Story Idea</title><content type='html'>So... I have this idea for a story. Can you check it out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; I gasped for air as I sprinted down the street. It was the darkest when I didn’t need it. I saw the foggy air being illuminated by a street light in the distance. It seemed so far, but I had to convince my legs to carry me there. I couldn’t stop because I couldn’t let him catch me.&lt;br /&gt;“Come back here! You’re mine!”&lt;br /&gt;I heaved my breath out harder as I could tell he was catching up. Was I to that light yet? I glanced back only to see I had passed the light and his dark shadow was right under it; The twisted smile on his face, like that of a rabid dog, illuminated momentarily by the lamps glow.&lt;br /&gt;“Somebody help me!” I screamed. But I was replied by a gust of wind howling over an empty street. I kept running. Every part of me screamed to stop, but I didn’t dare. The inkling of his presence drawing closer horrified me. The next street light! I could see it. I sighed amongst my heavy breathing. How long had I been running?&lt;br /&gt;There was somebody under the light. The figure leaned casually against the support pole.&lt;br /&gt;“Please, you’ve got to help me!” I panted running up to him. I nearly fell as I finally came to a stop, my feet surprised from the sudden force. My stomach was met by a gentle arm, and the man pulled me back to my feet.&lt;br /&gt;“What’s wrong?” I waited a minute. I dazzled at his beauty, even in the darkness around him. He suited it just as it suited him.&lt;br /&gt;Snap out of it, Sarah!&lt;br /&gt;“Th-the man… Behind me… He’s my ex-boyfriend. He’s trying to kill me. I’ve been running from him for blocks.” I was still panting heavily, and I could see my breath fly into the air. Was it that cold before?&lt;br /&gt;“This way,” he said tugging my arm. We went between two buildings. I hadn’t even seen the alleyway, although it was so dark, I didn’t know how he did.&lt;br /&gt;He must live around here, I thought to myself.&lt;br /&gt;It was a dead end, but I suspected we were going to hide here. Then he slammed me onto the wall. My back felt like it crumpled into a million pieces. I couldn’t move, and went limp in his arms.&lt;br /&gt;“What?” I whispered.&lt;br /&gt;“Didn’t you learn not to talk to strangers?” He began to lean his mouth down towards my neck.&lt;br /&gt;Vampire?!&lt;br /&gt;“No! Stop!” I tried moving my hands, but they wouldn’t work.&lt;br /&gt;“Is this who you ran off to? Huh? You worthless bitch!” The voice from the opening to the alleyway made him stop, and turn around. I squinted in the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;“Ed? Great, now I have two assholes in one alley. At the same time. Guess I’m gonna die…” I felt the vampire turn his attention back towards me. He smiled and chuckled from what I could tell. It was getting darker than before. The light from the street lamp was fading, and I could feel my consciousness drifting.&lt;br /&gt;I was set on the ground, and the last thing I heard was a curtailing scream from Ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might be a few mistakes. Just wrote it. ^^;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2182640918703710058-4439252551704394838?l=gabbyfrennon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbyfrennon.blogspot.com/feeds/4439252551704394838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbyfrennon.blogspot.com/2009/07/story-idea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182640918703710058/posts/default/4439252551704394838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182640918703710058/posts/default/4439252551704394838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbyfrennon.blogspot.com/2009/07/story-idea.html' title='Story Idea'/><author><name>Gabby Frennon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18378791007952559467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dBg9SOK7xtg/SmPjgThRL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hj17Oenfp4I/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182640918703710058.post-1943707601470538506</id><published>2009-07-19T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T20:19:03.099-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='princess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mulan'/><title type='text'>Disney</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I love the movie Mulan from Disney. I miss the old movies from Disney. There new movies are good, and some I really enjoy watching, but I wish they'd make 'em like they used to.&lt;br /&gt;I do know that they're coming out with a new Disney Princess movie about a a toad. And I'm looking forward to that. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Mulan is not my favorite though. The Little Mermaid Trilogy would be that. Then there's a tie for Pocahontas, Mulan, and Beauty and the Beast. I know so many Disney songs!&lt;br /&gt;My favorite is Part of Your World from The Little Mermaid. Then Colors of the Wind. 3rd is I'll Make a Man Out of You. And so on... I could name almost all of them. Haha, but that'd take too long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney is the best. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2182640918703710058-1943707601470538506?l=gabbyfrennon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbyfrennon.blogspot.com/feeds/1943707601470538506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbyfrennon.blogspot.com/2009/07/disney.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182640918703710058/posts/default/1943707601470538506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2182640918703710058/posts/default/1943707601470538506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbyfrennon.blogspot.com/2009/07/disney.html' title='Disney'/><author><name>Gabby Frennon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18378791007952559467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dBg9SOK7xtg/SmPjgThRL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hj17Oenfp4I/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
