<?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-16085218</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:47:51.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>K's butterflies</title><subtitle type='html'>Day to day events in my life that effect me!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16085218/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303200862147767906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16085218.post-113415619379941011</id><published>2005-12-09T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T11:23:13.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>butterfl#13</title><content type='html'>i Hate creative writting i think it is the stupidest classs that i have every taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NoNONO just kidding i actually like this class i didn't get the grade that i would have liked but i still liked the class i think that i definantly  have developed my  writting skills . i iked my teacher and the class i think its a good thing that i came to this school&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16085218-113415619379941011?l=kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com/feeds/113415619379941011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16085218&amp;postID=113415619379941011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16085218/posts/default/113415619379941011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16085218/posts/default/113415619379941011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com/2005/12/butterfl13.html' title='butterfl#13'/><author><name>Kbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303200862147767906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16085218.post-113406951156606594</id><published>2005-12-08T11:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T11:19:17.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>butterfly #12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thought of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;why do people fight at school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;i think that fighting at school is so stupid. when you fight at school you out yourself in the position to be humiliated get embarrased and on top of all that you get in alot of trouble. since i have been going to this school i have seen alot of  in school fights and out of school fights.  with in school fights the people get in alot of trouble for like 17 seconds worth of fighting. Then there are the out of school fights the people fight for as long as needed they don't get in trouble and everyones happy. so where would you fight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16085218-113406951156606594?l=kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com/feeds/113406951156606594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16085218&amp;postID=113406951156606594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16085218/posts/default/113406951156606594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16085218/posts/default/113406951156606594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com/2005/12/butterfly-12.html' title='butterfly #12'/><author><name>Kbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303200862147767906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16085218.post-113406880971363457</id><published>2005-12-08T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T11:06:49.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>butterfly #11</title><content type='html'>hello bloggers. been a long time. well let me give you an update about me. a bout 7 weeks ago i passed out  horrible i knw but im ok they thought that i had a sist on my brain  but i don't so now that thats over i can move on. there is only a week and a day till the end of the semester  and i have brought all of my grades up but  this one for this class right here i don't understand how i  have an a in my honors english class and not in this class i don't know but i will work on my grades next semester to get that good ol 4.0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16085218-113406880971363457?l=kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com/feeds/113406880971363457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16085218&amp;postID=113406880971363457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16085218/posts/default/113406880971363457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16085218/posts/default/113406880971363457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com/2005/12/butterfly-11.html' title='butterfly #11'/><author><name>Kbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303200862147767906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16085218.post-113017823477753440</id><published>2005-10-25T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T11:23:32.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>butterfly # 10</title><content type='html'>"Open em Up" by Sadiyq Naji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this poem it talks about how Respect and life and how to act and how to be successful in life how to act . it talks about how he will act until he dies he carries himself it talks about how he lives in peace and doesn't start stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poem #2&lt;br /&gt;Round and round&lt;br /&gt;by the same person&lt;br /&gt;I really like this one it talks about how to find your self it talks about how you have to look inside your self to find your self&lt;br /&gt;its really nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Man&lt;br /&gt;Lorie Pike&lt;br /&gt;I really like this poem it's about a lady and how she has a sick baby and how she want to hold him but she cant because he is too sick. in the end she is able to hold him because she prayed for him and he is better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16085218-113017823477753440?l=kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com/feeds/113017823477753440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16085218&amp;postID=113017823477753440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16085218/posts/default/113017823477753440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16085218/posts/default/113017823477753440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com/2005/10/butterfly-10.html' title='butterfly # 10'/><author><name>Kbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303200862147767906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16085218.post-112966089757369447</id><published>2005-10-18T13:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T11:01:26.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>butterfly #9</title><content type='html'>OH my god i just got my grade for this class. It iz not where its at i have a 75 and i need an 92 that is a very unobtanable goal so now im screwed and i am going to get my car taken when report cards come out. I got an 82 on my story that worked my tail off for so now i feel like doing all my work and trying hard doesn't matter. this is my senior year and this is not what i need to make the grade so bad this is and english class and i was going to be an english major i think not now i have to change my major which only took me 6 years to come up with so i guess thats it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16085218-112966089757369447?l=kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com/feeds/112966089757369447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16085218&amp;postID=112966089757369447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16085218/posts/default/112966089757369447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16085218/posts/default/112966089757369447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com/2005/10/butterfly-9.html' title='butterfly #9'/><author><name>Kbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303200862147767906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16085218.post-112965969546132055</id><published>2005-10-18T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T11:21:35.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Modern Diaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;   The article Modern Diaries was very interesting. It really made me think about bloging it makes me more contious of what i say on the internet. I never knew so many people blogged. I had ever heard abut it until my teacher started this project. I have never really been one to chat of blog on the internet i don't really trust it. My mothers ex boyfriend knew how to look in on conversations that people thought were private and my m om knows how to find out everything about everybody i don't ever know why she cares. After reading the article i felt kind of shocked that the boy would write about his  murder. I am scared to write about my day sometimes in fear that some crazy person will be able to link it back to me. I think that this incident should encourage every one to be a little more contious and a little more carful about what they put out online. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16085218-112965969546132055?l=kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com/feeds/112965969546132055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16085218&amp;postID=112965969546132055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16085218/posts/default/112965969546132055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16085218/posts/default/112965969546132055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com/2005/10/modern-diaries.html' title='Modern Diaries'/><author><name>Kbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303200862147767906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16085218.post-112965881110127464</id><published>2005-10-18T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T11:07:37.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>butterfly #8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Think about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The story "Thnk About It" has absolutly nothing to do with the title. The story is about this lady sitting on the beach getting drunk off Maui Woowies. She is thinking about her husband and the better times they used to have together. I didn't really understandthe story it seems like it was starting from the middle and finishing bofor the end Maybe there is a part two that i can read. Overall it was a stupid story&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16085218-112965881110127464?l=kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com/feeds/112965881110127464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16085218&amp;postID=112965881110127464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16085218/posts/default/112965881110127464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16085218/posts/default/112965881110127464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com/2005/10/butterfly-8.html' title='butterfly #8'/><author><name>Kbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303200862147767906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16085218.post-112749165011716342</id><published>2005-09-23T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T11:03:49.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>butterfly #7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thought #2 of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why does it seeem like we always laugh at the expence of others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why is it that the more one person hurts the more the others laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why is it that we were put on this earth to love and respect each otherbut all we seem to do is hate and dispise each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why is it that we can go to church one day and cuss each other out the next day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why is it that we would rather hurt somebody and put them down then to help someone and lift them up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why don't our young mothers and fathers raise their children the right way the way they were raised?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why awre our young people Mohers and fathers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why don't our parents trust us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why don't we give them a reason to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why does God have to break you down and make you struggle to bless you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why don't we trust hm when he does it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why is the question. what is the answer i don't know do you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16085218-112749165011716342?l=kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com/feeds/112749165011716342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16085218&amp;postID=112749165011716342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16085218/posts/default/112749165011716342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16085218/posts/default/112749165011716342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com/2005/09/butterfly-7.html' title='butterfly #7'/><author><name>Kbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303200862147767906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16085218.post-112749108299660122</id><published>2005-09-23T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T11:02:47.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>butterfly # 6</title><content type='html'>BY the end of the day I am suppose to have three post so this one or the next one maybe really short. So I hope that this day is finding you doing very well. My day is going ok I have a burst of energy but no way to let it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thought of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why are Katrina and Rita acting a fool? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some people think that it is a sign from Father God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Others think that we ticked off Mother Nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think that between our father and our mother we messed up so lets all go to church and clean up some things and maybe we can get off punishment and go outside and play. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kids listen to your mother and father because just like the old saying goes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"they brought you in this world and they can take you out "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16085218-112749108299660122?l=kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com/feeds/112749108299660122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16085218&amp;postID=112749108299660122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16085218/posts/default/112749108299660122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16085218/posts/default/112749108299660122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com/2005/09/butterfly-6.html' title='butterfly # 6'/><author><name>Kbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303200862147767906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16085218.post-112741301974216977</id><published>2005-09-22T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T08:49:00.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>butterfly #5</title><content type='html'>+/lsakjfsa;ldfjls;kjdsaljflsjlksjfdlkfjs;lakfjslkjfdlkdj;lsjfsljlsdkjslakjsa;flkjflkjflkjsadl;kjas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom gets on my nerves she erks the crap out of me i just want to tell her to shut up sometimes. she is the most unsatisfued hussy on earth. any way life was treating me just great until my teacher assigned a 10 page short story due in 10 days that is like crazy he is out of his mind well thats all 4 now good by bloggers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16085218-112741301974216977?l=kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com/feeds/112741301974216977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16085218&amp;postID=112741301974216977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16085218/posts/default/112741301974216977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16085218/posts/default/112741301974216977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com/2005/09/butterfly-5.html' title='butterfly #5'/><author><name>Kbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303200862147767906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16085218.post-112672210262110243</id><published>2005-09-14T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T10:54:33.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>butterfly#4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today my topic is lies liars and the scandals they create. As a person I cannot lie for no apparent reason. I can lie to protect someone only in the most serious cases for instance being put on punishment for life or going to jail. I won't however lie about something stupid. You know the way boys lie about girls or girls lie about girls. For the life of me I can't understand people Judge, Speculate , Elaborate, Manipulate, and flat out LIE. And for what for nothing absolutely nothing they lie to make themselves look good and make someone else&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;look and feel bad&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why would any person with and remote feelings that is so so mean. I really hope the know that the are going to sleep in the devils house for what they do. And most of them are hypocrites especially girls I swear females are the biggest hypocrites they go around and do whatever with who ever and have the audacity to tell someone else's business like it is ok. And people wonder why all the cute girls a so stuck up or don't talk to any boys at their schools. There is one simple explanation for that. If boys would learn to keep there mouths shut then everyone would be happy. If other boys wouldn't pressure them to do things then they wouldn't have to lie and say they did when they didn't. I think that high school life would be a whole lot easier if every one minded their own business.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16085218-112672210262110243?l=kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com/feeds/112672210262110243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16085218&amp;postID=112672210262110243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16085218/posts/default/112672210262110243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16085218/posts/default/112672210262110243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com/2005/09/butterfly4.html' title='butterfly#4'/><author><name>Kbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303200862147767906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16085218.post-112629093531133187</id><published>2005-09-09T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T10:59:23.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>butterfly #3</title><content type='html'>kjg;lsakgjlkjgl ieurt;oijl;ijigojds;jfs;lfjugoieurkj;ifdsug;oiurtj;iou;dogij;eroitugtie&lt;br /&gt;Thats what I do whenever I don't know what I want to write. Like right now I don't know what to write about. Yes I do. Since January I have become very spiritual not religious but spiritual. I love God and I know he loves me. Just like you love your God and he or it loves you. With all of the recent events in the world I can't seem to make myself go to church. No matter how hard I try I just cant go. Yesterday I looked in my bible and. It seemed like a bunch of mumbo jumbo. I don't know why. It seems like everytime I try to pray it won't come out. I cant find the word to speak to him. They don't come to mind I use to be able to pray anytime I wanted to, but now is like I just cant I just don't know what to do. Moving on to something less up setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may or maynot know it is homecoming season. and eventhough I am a lovely girl with a beautiful personality I don't have a date which really sucks because this is my senior year and I need a date. im not ugly I swear, but everybody has a date and most people think that I have a date I don't know. AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Food for thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why is it that our president is just that our president?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did we lose sight of the true America when we voted for him? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Were we scared? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did we fear change? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OR did we just trust him to much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I truly believe that when we chose or president this time that we were scared. We were scared that a new president in the middle of a war was to much change. We were wrong. We can all safely say we were wrong. If you disagree I will tell you why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On September 11th, 2001 it took our wonderful president 11 minutes to respond to a disaster. That he knew many many people were dead and gone with no hope of return. He knew that there was hardly anything he could do. It took him 11 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On August 29th, 2005 Hurricane Katrina tore through New Orleans. It took bush 4 days to respond. 4 days hundreds of people died in those days he could have saved all of those people but he took 4 days that's 3 days 23 hours and 49 min. to long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cant help but wonder why? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why was it so hard for him to leave his 5 week vacation a few days early?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You tell me thats your president.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16085218-112629093531133187?l=kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com/feeds/112629093531133187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16085218&amp;postID=112629093531133187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16085218/posts/default/112629093531133187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16085218/posts/default/112629093531133187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com/2005/09/butterfly-3.html' title='butterfly #3'/><author><name>Kbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303200862147767906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16085218.post-112603175161046667</id><published>2005-09-06T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T11:12:11.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>butterfly #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;RULES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't like the rules that were posted I think that, this is MY blog so i should be able to write about what i want. Yes this is school but so what. I am a firm believer that if you cant stand the heat then get the heck up out the kitchen. I meant it just as i said it get up out the kitchen. I hate to go ghetto but it is nessecary. I feel that we are all adults or atleast young adults. no ones three year old should be reading anything that isn't blues clues or barney. You know what i mean. I am a very opinionated person but i also respect other peoples opinion. Therfore I am going to write whatever i feel. I agree that there shouldn't be any cursing besides maybe hell but only in refrence to the place. thats what i believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16085218-112603175161046667?l=kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com/feeds/112603175161046667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16085218&amp;postID=112603175161046667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16085218/posts/default/112603175161046667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16085218/posts/default/112603175161046667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com/2005/09/butterfly-2.html' title='butterfly #2'/><author><name>Kbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303200862147767906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16085218.post-112551332185293629</id><published>2005-08-31T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T11:36:45.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly #1</title><content type='html'>Welcome, I am K. Not Kay not Kay just K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPH. What does that mean? Wouldn't you like to know. PPH is what I am and you're not. Me Anna Rudy Jay DD Key and many more. PPH is what you love to hate, but on to something new.&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday made the 6th anniversary of my big sister's death. She died august 26, 1999. When my mother was in labor with her she had a stroke not my mother but my sister. This left her with epilepsy. On august 26th my mother found her drowned in the tub right b4 her very first job interview. She died one week into her high school years.&lt;br /&gt;I made this my first entry because it effect everything that I write about, talk about, and basically am about. Also b4 I change the subject I am currently seeking an epilepsy foundation to donate to if you know of any feel free to email me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else that makes me, me is I love to dance. I dance at an academy here in nowhere. I have been dancing since I was about 4 or 5. I plan to peruse dance careers once I graduate from college.&lt;br /&gt;that's it this is K,s butterfly #!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16085218-112551332185293629?l=kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com/feeds/112551332185293629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16085218&amp;postID=112551332185293629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16085218/posts/default/112551332185293629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16085218/posts/default/112551332185293629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kbutterfly1130.blogspot.com/2005/08/butterfly-1.html' title='Butterfly #1'/><author><name>Kbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04303200862147767906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
