<?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-1123566001318273674</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:31:24.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salsa</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsapartytonight.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1123566001318273674/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsapartytonight.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Heather C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853567870587733270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JR6EOe_P8UQ/SY5nZt_5QSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uGwz2OZWLiQ/S220/images6.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1123566001318273674.post-5209678701581783215</id><published>2009-02-08T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T11:08:06.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing much</title><content type='html'>i don't really have anything going on right now so this might be a little boring, so i give you permission to skip this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about drugs this morning. i am reading a book about these three people who all end up at this place in Reno Nevada. They have one thing in common, they all tried to commit suicide. I mean i have defiantly considered taking my life but i would never really do it. Would you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1123566001318273674-5209678701581783215?l=salsapartytonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsapartytonight.blogspot.com/feeds/5209678701581783215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salsapartytonight.blogspot.com/2009/02/nothing-much.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1123566001318273674/posts/default/5209678701581783215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1123566001318273674/posts/default/5209678701581783215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsapartytonight.blogspot.com/2009/02/nothing-much.html' title='Nothing much'/><author><name>Heather C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853567870587733270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JR6EOe_P8UQ/SY5nZt_5QSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uGwz2OZWLiQ/S220/images6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1123566001318273674.post-3706678119967393610</id><published>2009-02-07T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:14:35.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salsa Party</title><content type='html'>Tonight i went to a salsa party at my dance studio and like no one was there. i went with my friend and we met three other girls from my class and hung out with them. But about half way through the party i was cornered by some old guy and ended up dancing with him  (only because i couldn't get out of it though!) and i knew him so it wasn't that bad and the song was super short so that helped but still...&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever done Salsa before???? if the answer is no then go out and get a single lesson and try it out. It helped my after some one stole my ipod out of my locker at school and i was furious. but my instructer told me to channel my fury into the dance and what do you know, I've gotten two trophies for amateur competitions all because some one stole my ipod. And natrally i got some prize money and i saved up so i could get a new ipod and it's better than my old one anyways so it all worked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, bye for now i might write again tonight but maybe not cause i have homework and lots of it. So see ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1123566001318273674-3706678119967393610?l=salsapartytonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salsapartytonight.blogspot.com/feeds/3706678119967393610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://salsapartytonight.blogspot.com/2009/02/salsa-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1123566001318273674/posts/default/3706678119967393610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1123566001318273674/posts/default/3706678119967393610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salsapartytonight.blogspot.com/2009/02/salsa-party.html' title='Salsa Party'/><author><name>Heather C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853567870587733270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JR6EOe_P8UQ/SY5nZt_5QSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uGwz2OZWLiQ/S220/images6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
