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  <title>The World According To Elizabear</title>
  <subtitle>Things We Can Learn From An Open Mind</subtitle>
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  <updated>2008-04-17T20:59:20Z</updated>
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    <title>What famous people are luckey enough to look like me?</title>
    <published>2008-04-17T20:59:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-17T20:59:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" alt="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/J/storage/site1/files/17/42/72/174272_3234304d9b7084u7s9yj52.JPG" width="500" height="574" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>i'm so not happy *sniffle*</title>
    <published>2008-01-25T01:23:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-25T01:23:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>hurt by jhonny cash</lj:music>
    <content type="html">if you don't know how i feel then i'll tell you: i feel like crap. and it's not because i'm sick. something happened that feels like my fault. it's not because of what i did do it's what i didn't do and if y'all must know well WWWWWWWWWWAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;LEO'S DEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I KILLED MY TURTLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;micha isn't alright either she's really sick and i have to get her to the vets but they close in bout an hour and i have no means of transportation. GAIA I FEEL HORRIBLE!!!!!!!!! i cried my eyes out and here's what happened&lt;br /&gt;i walked into my room to get my turtles and when i got them but leo didn't look good so i took a closer look and her eyes were sunken in and she wasn't moving i screamed and i dropped her shawn and joy asked what was wrong and i said nothing was wrong cuz i wanted to check on micha first and when i put her in the water and she didn't move so i thought she was dead to so  i started and scared joy, shawn, gracie, and jack. i just cried and told them what happened  i also told shawn about leo and i got an empty little box to put her in and shawn and i looked for the shovel but couldn't find it so i went outside to look and see if  i could borrow one and elena,haley and benji were playing so i was still in tears so i think i scared them i hugged elena and said leo was dead. they were sad to because they know that pets way be pets but they're still family and elena let mee use her shovel we buried leo out in the rose garden because i know she loved them and so does micha but i gave back the shovel after we buried her and i played for a while because they gave me a big group hug after wards and nothing could cheer ya up like a couple of hyperspaztic 8 and 7 year olds hehe well that was my night and i know ill miss the heck out of leo in fact i started when i saw her dead and i have one last thing to say i'm sorry leo and i'll miss her...........WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</content>
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    <title>READ IT!!!!!!!!!!! Land Of Discovery my new story yay!</title>
    <published>2007-10-24T22:21:01Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-24T22:21:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Ultimate Santana</lj:music>
    <content type="html">read it?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i worked hard on this even though it's only two chapters so please read it and i'll post hte next two chapters later and as soon as i finish them so read it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! please and thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              Land of Discovery&lt;br /&gt;                           by: elizabeth williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               prologue:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;            year 2005 parkway elementary playground lewisville,tx:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"jeez tor what's with the bad attitude?" elizabeth said as she walked up to her friend. tori.m looked up from her binder with a sour look on her face  "well i don't now elizabeth i just have a years worth of homework and a mound of studying to do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! so no i don't what's with my bad attitude alright!!!!!!!!!!!!!" tori.m yelled at her startled friend. elizabeth just looked at her and sighed she shook her head and started to walk away but when tori.m wasn't looking elizabeth snuck around tori.m and pounced her and started tickling her "stop it! just stop it! you idoit stop it!" tori.m said between laughs. when elizabeth finally stopped tori.m bonked her on the head and looked at elizabeth's grinning face as she turned back to her binder.  then elizabeth walked away to leave tori.m in peace. a few minutes later she returned dragging along the rest of her best friends who were tori.m's also. there was zach and ryan and allie and  tori.h and kimy too. tori.m looked back up to see her friends standing there staring at her in suprise. "whats wrong?" tori.m asked hesitently. "oh my god!" tori.h exclamed  in surprise. "wow." zach said. "jeez your right elizabeth." ryan said as he stared at tori.m. allie and elizabeth just cracked up laughing and pointing at tori.m. tori.m suprised at there reaction "huh? what's wrong? what's going on? huh? just tell me dang it!" she blubbered out as her eyes shot from one friend to the other trying to figure out what's wrong. "your forehead!" elizabeth finally blurted out still laughing. when tori.m touched her forehead she felt the bright red pimple elizabeth was talking about "*GASP!* ahhhhhhh!!!!!" tori.m screamed at the top of her lungs. by now just about every one was at least giggling under there breath except for tori.h who was handing tori.m a band-aid to cover up her zit. but after she did that she started laughing too. tori.m started to whine and everyone calmed down. then an akward scilence occured until elizabeth broke it with the simple question of "can i ask you guys something?". "sure elizabeth." zach replyed. "i've meaning to tell you guys something. what if after grow up first we made this thing that could go in to outer space and like last forever with out the astronauts ageing one bit and ....and it couldn't be broken or hurt unless it hit something really, really, REALLY hard. and so wadda think guys?" elizabeth asked her friends. "that would be cool but how on earth could we do that even if we were all grown up?" tori.m asked back. " I don't now. but i'm just saying what if." elizabeth replyed. "no she's right tori i bet we could that." zach said. "for real?" every asked in unison. "yeah but we'll need a name for it. what sounds like a good name for something like that? hmmmm." asked zach. " something discovery." elizabeth pondered. "oh i know!" exclamed allie "how bout the discovery pod?" she included. every one looked at her mouth dropped down to there ankles and staring allie in amazement. "my god allie that's perfect!" elizabeth exclamed. "who knew allie was actually smart." ryan teased. "hey at least i don't have bug eyes!" allie shot back at ryan "hey! why you little..." ryan sneared at allie. "hey no fighting you two!" kimy said pushing them away from each other with her arms. "kimy's right we need to get back to work and finish the plans on the DISCOVERY POD." tori.h said "how on earth do you do a james earl jones voice so good tor?"  elizabeth asked tori.h "i don't know i just do i guess." tori.h replyed " yea yea yea let's get back to work people." zach said "YEAH!" they all said in unison togather.&lt;br /&gt;                                prolouge end.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                CHAPTER ONE:&lt;br /&gt;                                    WHY?&lt;br /&gt;                                  &lt;br /&gt;                      year 2035 hotel phenomenon houston,tx:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"softball star Allison smith, sci-fi director Zachary foster, computer engineer Ryan handorf, dauchsand breeder and trainer victoria haight , fashion desinger victoria mallette, zoologist Elizabeth williams and  violinist kimberly beard have just invented the discovery pod. according to sources it can go years in outerspace and the astronaunts will not age and it is virtually indistructtable." "CLICK" went the tv as it turned off. "buncha lies." elizabeth grumbled as she tossed the remote to the side. "elizabeth it is not. there actually telling the truth this time" zach pointed out. "yeah but there over exagarating and were'd they get that info anyway? we didn't reveil anything yet!" elizabeth yelled back at zach "well i don't now. but they're still accurate it's better than just them telling acctual lies elizabeth!" zach started. " well at least i don't date my bestfriends!" elizabeth argued. "that was in fourth grade elizabeth! and i wasn't the only one acting stupid  if you can remember!" zach shot back. " it's called horemones you obviusly had a lot back then to date your bestfriends!" elizabeth said glareding at zach. " well excuse me for not telling you first and i recall a certain crush you had on me back then!" zach said. "why you little brat!" elizabeth yelled at him. "YES THEY ACCEPTEDED IT! I'M GONNA BE EVEN MORE RICH YESSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!! HA HA HA!!!!! YESSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"zach and elizabeth froze as the out burst occured. they noticed the voice  sounded oddly like tori.m's. "what the heck?" elizabeth asked. " i have no clue elizabeth. but didn't that sound like tori.m?" zach replyed. " oh shoot they heard me!" the voice said again. zach and elizabeth looked toward the direction in which they heard the voice. it was coming directly from tori.m's room. zach and elizabeth ran into the room just to see tori.m trying to escape from the window luckly this was just the second story instead of the twenty-fith like zach wanted it to be but elizabeth was paying for it so she got to choose and apparently tori.m was trying to use that to her advantige. "ummmm.... hi guys just streching out the old theighs. nothing like a window strech. yep.yep." tori.m said trying her best to lie but failing miserably at it. "tori... what are you doing?" elizabeth asked quietly "uhh heh heh funny you should ask that elizabeth." she said taking her leg out of the window and slowy making her way to the door. "um.....i was just....uh..um....well you know... my excuse isn't going to work is it?" she asked sheepishly looking guilty of something. "not in the least. good try though." elizabeth angrly glared at her. "well it was was the best i could do. well bye." she said running as fast as she could out the door. "TORI!!!!" zach and elizabeth yelled as they dashed after her and even though tori.m was some what fast zach and elizabeth were faster. "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!" she screamed as the pair of brunettes ran after her right on her tail. "OOFF!!" she exclamed breathlessly as elizabeth tackled her in a flying leap. elizabeth flipped her over a had her pinned to where she was facing elizabeth. elizabeth glared angryly into tori's bright brown eyes that wher filled with guilt and looked as if she was trying to find something in them. until zach finally asked " why tori? why did you say that why is it you want to be more rich?" at first tori.m hesitated and then started crying and as the tears ran down her cheeks she blubered out between sobs "I'M SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN TOO! I'M SORRY! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I'M SORRY!" zach tryed to get elizabeth to get off her but she just kept staring into her eyes until she finally gasped and jumped off of tori and then fell backwards. "elizabeth are you okay?!?!" zach cryed in surprise at elizabeth's sudden reaction al though he was still helping the crumpled heap that was tori.m get back on her feet. elizabeth scrambled to her feet but her eyes looked to be glued to the floor and in a clam but seemingly troubled voice "it was her zach tori was the one i can tell by what she said and the look in her eyes in was her fauit all of it." "what elizabeth waht did she do?" zach replyed speaking slowy because he was a little skittish as to not mess up his wording. elizabeth raised her head and her eyes shot to the crying lump that zach was trying his best to lift that i say again was tori.m and opened them wide and got an angry exprection on her face she pointed her finger straight at her and right then the door opened reaveling allie and ryan back from shopping. " hey guys we're back." allie said in a happ-go-lucky voice after just going shopping and then seeing what was happening she and ryan froze looking confused. then elizabeth yelled still pointing at tori.m "SHE WAS THE ONE WHO TOLD ALL THOSE STUPID REPORTERS ALL THE SECRETS ABOUT THE DISCOVERY POD! IT'S ALL HER FAULT! SHE DID IT! HER! IT WAS HER WHO DID IT! NOT THE WAITER WHO WE THOUGHT IT WAS! BLAME HER! SHE'S THE ONE WHO BETRAYED US! SHE'S THE JUDAS! HER! HER! HER! HER! GOD DANG IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the real world &lt;br /&gt;there is always a traitor&lt;br /&gt;although we never see them but&lt;br /&gt;they are always someone remotely close to you</content>
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    <title>WWWAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY LIFE FREAKING SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1</title>
    <published>2007-10-11T22:40:06Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-11T22:40:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>look how far we've come - matchbox 20</lj:music>
    <content type="html">my life sucks i tried and tried to let her know that i was allie's friend but she just she.....okay rewind let me explain okay here's what happened i was over at the spot were daddy usually picks me up and i'm hanging out with my friends sitting next to allie and miranda (yes she is blond and  she acts that why too she even says she does!!!! well anyways)&lt;br /&gt;and allie says "i need to talk to you elizabeth." &lt;br /&gt;and here's the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;allie: i need to talk to you elizabeth.&lt;br /&gt;me: okay what's up?&lt;br /&gt;allie: what do we have in common?&lt;br /&gt;me: well... we read a lot?&lt;br /&gt;allie: we can't go on being friends on just reading.&lt;br /&gt;me: what do you mean allie?&lt;br /&gt;allie: i'll help you make new friends. &lt;br /&gt;me: allie please don't be saying what i think your saying.&lt;br /&gt;allie: don't take it personaly elizabeth it's just that we don't have that much in common do you understand what i'm saying?&lt;br /&gt;me :..........yeah...........&lt;br /&gt;end conversation&lt;br /&gt;and then i picked my stuff up and walked to the front of the school sat on a bench and cryed 15 minutes straight. i just don't understand allie's been my best friend since forever(2nd grade.) and i would have talked to her and she would have made me stop crying but shes the reason i'm crying and it freaking sucks i just want my old life back! were tori was mostly the reason i cryed at school and allie was the one always cheered me up and to make things worse idid something completly insane they have these little cups of jalepenos for the tacos and i didn't have any water and i took tanell's cup and chucked it in my mouth ate them all in one bite i was crying it was so freaking hot. oh yeah tori might hate me i got blamed cuz my volleyball team lost and a lot of people are mad at me god my life sucks and i wanna hug and scream my heart out i did every thing allie asked if it would make her smile turns out i just made it worse gaia help me my life totally freaking sucks right now well bye people and yet again i say: MY LIFE FREAKING SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WWWWWWAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</content>
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    <title>i'm in a soap oprea called the life and times of sixth grade stupid heads</title>
    <published>2007-09-26T22:02:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-26T22:02:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>rooftops by lost phrophets</lj:music>
    <content type="html">well school started and theres already drama tori got a boyfriend and shes pulling the "okay i'm breaking up with you now and i'll get back with you within a week"  thing again it's so annoying and also allie is dating riley and alyssa dumped tristan for riley and allies working for alyssa by writing secret admirer notes for alyssa to riley whom she's dating . confusing no?&lt;br /&gt;and i told tristan and he said he's going to kill riley and win alyssa back now isn't that sweet oh and guess what tristan's real name is angel but he goes by tristan is'nt that cool oh and i got a hundred on my science and world geo and math test and i'm a 12th grade reading level mommy said that doesn't suprise her well gotta go peoples oh and can you guys give me some adice please i need help managing my friend life and my school life esspeacially now that i'm in middle school so advice please? well gotta go peoples g'bye yall</content>
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    <title> i saw rush!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title>
    <published>2007-08-21T23:47:08Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-21T23:47:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>i'm on topa the world :RUSH</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i saw rush! with mommy and it was so cool and i now have 4 heros and they are:&lt;br /&gt;peter mayhew!&lt;br /&gt;johnny cash!&lt;br /&gt;steve irwin!&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;neil pert!&lt;br /&gt;i'm still having the fight for favorite band with red hot chili peppers match box 20 oingo boingo and rush yay i'm so happy i also downed a whole turkey leg while i was there and i'm gonna be the next neil pert. me joy and amber should start a band me drums joy lead guitar and amber lead vocals she could also play guitar he he oh and guess what every one&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             I BELIEVE IN GED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;                                         AND&lt;br /&gt;                             I LOVE RUSH!!!!!!!!!!YAY!</content>
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    <title>HAPPY BIRTHDAY REZA!!!!</title>
    <published>2007-07-31T23:29:40Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-31T23:29:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>lost prophets: rooftops</lj:music>
    <content type="html">happy birthday to you happy birthcay to happy birthday dear reza happy birthday to you! and many more how old are you? HAPPY BIRTHDAY REZA WE ALL LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and everyone in the world should tell you that i love you reza happy birthday!</content>
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    <title>bear go sqeeeeeeeeeeee!</title>
    <published>2007-07-18T22:03:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-18T22:03:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>1985 - bowling for soup</lj:music>
    <content type="html">yay my best friend zach came to visit me saturday and he looks so differnt his har used to be short but now he looks like a surfer dude i still gotta crush on him i wonder if hes still has a crush on me hmmm but any wayhes changed ican tell hes still a starwars geek thats for sure and he's still a really, really, REALLY  big showoff  the reason i'm so happy is cause he moved moved to north carolina last year and it was just about ayear since i've seen him &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but like i said he's changed some how and it's really freaking me out what do y'all suppose i do about it it's freaky but he acts the same but not the same ya know what i mean well give me your advice people that would really help me out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also mommy is doing surgery on my animals and some of my people animals to well i don't exactly think tinkerbells a person exactly and there makeing an actuall movie about an actuall  movie sqeee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! and my bestfriend tori's birthday was last friday ( friday the 13!*snicker* *snicker*) before zach visited me what do you think ishould get her she likes lord of the rings, wrighting storys , comics, and i got her hooked on manga yes i'm just evil that why people.  DEAL WITH IT! iwas thinking maybe a journal for her storys or some new comic books  or a lord of the rings move or something i help here people so please provide that even togh most of mommys and daddys cam junkie friend don't provide that at all infact most of um just wnat achohal cause most cam junkies are super camy pyschos  if you know what i mean but any way need suggestions or advice thankya y'all please help i'm deaspret people deaspret HELP ME NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; PPPLLEEAAASSSSEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</content>
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    <title>The World According To Elizabear...Turning Double Digits...</title>
    <published>2007-06-09T05:14:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-09T05:14:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This is the Bear's own words...enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an awkward thing being 10.  Cause I know in later years I would only be in double digits even more.  So, if you want to hear, here is what happened in my life of being a 10 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, it was my birthday.  My first time of going to A-Kon.  Then, when school started, it was a whole new world for me.  Considering it was the last year I would ever be in elementary school.  Then, a few weeks into school, I found out that my friend Zach was going to move.  And that just made me worry even more about what was going to happen in the future.  Then, life started going up and down from there.  I was getting good grades in the first month of school, then I found out that at the end of the school year, my best friend, Torri was going to move.  Then, life went down.  I started getting bad grades and having bad relationships with other kids in school.  Until my principal and Ms. Sutton, my councelor, started helping me out.  Like this one time, I drew a picture of this girl that I really really hate as a vampire getting shot in the head by Alucard from one of my favorite Anime's called: "Hellsing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, life definitely went down.  I had to miss a field trip because of it.  Then my mommy took me out for ice cream and got me two journals that really helped me out.  My angry journal and my happy journal.  Then life started going back up.  I was getting better grades, me and my friends got closer, and my appearance looked better.  Then, when my grades started going back down again from me slacking and me losing my attention span again, I got kicked out of choir.  But that didn't stop me from supporting it.  When I started getting my grades back up from staying after school to do my homework all the time, I felt better about myself and how I was doing.  And as the end of the school year came round, my life started getting better and better.  First, my brother John-Andrew got engaged.  Then, my friend's started getting better good things, like rewards and stuff, and so I'm happy for them.  Then, my other brother, Bryin, got engaged.  Then, we went to our end of the school year party and that was awesome.  Me and my friend Ryan fixed up the fight problems that we had and I had my first time rock wall climbing and I made it all the way to the top...TWICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, at the end of school, the very last day when I started crying, I realized how much the people I thought were mean can be good people instead.  Even Derrik and Dravin were trying to comfort me when I was crying my head off.  And I apparently made everyone else cry too.  When I opened my report card, there was one letter that made my life the brightest that it could be, the letter "P"...standing for: Promotion.  I am now a sixth grader.  And I'm happy to be one, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I'm upset about this year was that I never got to reach my goal of curing dementia.  But I will next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goals for this year though are to make brand new friends in middle school.  Get into Varsity Choir next year.  Keep in contact with all my old friends.  And always be the brightest and smartest girl I can be...and finding a cure for Dementia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's my life in this past year.  Hope you enjoyed it.  I did.  And I hope you have a good year, too.</content>
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    <title>The World According To Elizabear...Turning 10</title>
    <published>2006-06-09T03:31:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-09T03:31:44Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">WOW! it's finally here. the day i turn 10. the same day i've been  wating for for 4 years. i've  been through hell and heaven in these fansastic years yet some what horrible years. so this is what happend from 4 to 7. "cool!" i just got  got a new toy and his name is jack  he'll be my bestest friend forever and ever. sides opa gave him to me so he's sure to be the best. cool i'm turning five i'm also  going in to kindergarten. cool my techer mrs. edens rocks. bye bye kidergarten and bye bye five. my teachers so cool her names mrs. carden and shes mommys friend. aw darnabit i'm moving and i'm losing my best friends zoe and laura aw man. wow my new teachers nice. her name is mrs. hogans. i'm now 7 and my teacher rocks her name is mrs. phillips. awwwwwwwwwwwwwww! i'm tranfering classes  my new teachers name is mrs. baxter. cool it's owensville the day where all the kids in second grade makes a town aplay of course but non the less a town. we have play money to bye stuff with and diffrent jobs. i worked at the flower shop. there also was a cafe post office park super market day care and a jail but why would they have a JAIL come on second it's grade people! wow anew school it's called parkway my princable dr. brookmal and my teacher mrs. sloan is sure nice. this is so sad, my best friend and opa has now passed away at the age of 72.  he was very sick and I think he died of dementia and problems with heart surgery.  Our family loved him very much and I loved him very much and i miss crawling into his lap and watching tv with him and i miss him calling me elizabug-bug. but at least he'll be with bingo and sugar and missy in the stars. now heres what happend from 8 to 9.   HELP ME! my teacher mrs. cross is gonna kill me. well what a relief i'm transfering to a teacher named mrs. maldanado. ugg i take it back she hates me she keeps me away from the rest of the class she makes me spend at least an hour a day in the principals office but remember AT LEAST. poor dr. brookmal had no clue until mrs. sutton(school couseler shes so totally awesome) found out what was happening and told dr. brookmal. aw man this sucks dr. brookmals leaving but its sorta happy cause hes geting promoted. YAY!i'm a fourth grader my way cool teacher Ms Usey is the best!!!  I've made so many new friends in that year, like Zach, Ryan, Kimi, Tanell, and Andrew.  We went to many new places like Lisdola, the Natatorium, the Science Place, and Memorial Park. I had a great year and i didn't want to leave school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow of all days, I turn 10.  double digits and next year in school I would like to have all my friends and make some new ones. I'd also like to learn new things, meet new people, go new places, and have either one of these two teachers, mr. harvey or mrs. case.&lt;br /&gt;I want to find new books and read them all and get 50 points or more on the accelerated reader list and hopefully get the KINDEST and MOST OUTGOING awards for my class again.  I want to learn to cross stitch better and play ddr and I want to find out things that I didn't know before.  I want to see more animals.  I want to hopefully at this age, or the next age, find out a cure for a sickness called dementia, cause I want to help people who have the same sickness that Opa did and help them get better so that their families can have one final day with them that isn't in a hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Happy Birthday to me and to everyone else who is having a birthday tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</content>
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    <title>The World According To Elizabear...</title>
    <published>2005-11-01T04:44:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-01T04:44:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ah...Halloween...the Bear's favorite Holiday...even over Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, she dressed up as a "Mad Scientist"...and got an overnight bag FULL of candy...with good portioning...this should last her to January...*laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween Quotes are always some of the best from the Bear...and here are a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(concerning the carving of a pumpkin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear: Daddy, we have to be very careful with the pumpkins.  &lt;br /&gt;Daddy: How so?&lt;br /&gt;Bear: We have to pamper the pumpkins until we cut it open, rip it's guts out, eat it's babies, and set fire to it's insides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(concerning dressing up for Halloween)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear: Most costumes people wear are what they wish they could be.  Mine are always what I am.  After all, I'm dressing like a Mad Scientist...and I AM an inventor and I AM crazy...just like my parents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(concerning Trick or Treating)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear: Don't people realize that Trick or Treating is important for parents and kids to spend time with each other and share candy together?  You know, Mommy, people who share candy with each other are better friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(concerning why Mommy and Daddy inspect her candy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Let me tell you about this guy who poisoned halloween candy so he could kill his stepson and ended up killing a bunch of kids and ALSO started a trend for a couple of years where people put needles, razor blades, and all kinds of other nasty stuff in Treats...that's why we go through them...to make sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear: Some people are just stupid.  And some people are just crazy.  And it's more dangerous when you put them together.  I think that they shouldn't go to jail.  I think that they should have to eat their own candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus is the Halloween Wisdom of the Bear...listen and pay attention...*smile*</content>
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    <title>SCI-FI Alter Ego Meme...</title>
    <published>2005-09-17T18:50:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-17T18:50:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The Bear saw that Mom was Han Solo and that Dad was Decker...so, she wanted to take it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;form name="quizform" target="_new" action="http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=64040" method="post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="1" bordercolor="#000000" bgcolor="#90BED5" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;
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    <title>Post from Dad</title>
    <published>2005-08-12T02:27:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-12T02:27:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Okay... I normally let Cat make the posts but she missed this one, so I'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple days ago I was sitting at my computer working on a report when the Bear walked in and asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy, if you could go back in time and get a good job so you'd be rich right now, would you do it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah," I responded, "then I could get you guys a big house and we wouldn't have to worry about bills."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought a second then continued, "Even if it meant you wouldn't have us as a family."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No way," I said. "No amount of money is worth giving up you kids or Cat. Now if I could get the job and not change anything else I would, but not at that cost."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought some more then replied, "I love you, too, Daddy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugged me and walked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perceptive little bugger.</content>
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    <title>The World According To Elizabear...</title>
    <published>2005-08-12T02:10:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-12T02:10:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today the Bear went to her first day of 4th Grade.  They were asked to tell what they accomplished over the Summer.  The Bear's Answer is what follows (as she told us):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "So, what did you say when Ms. Usey asked you what you accomplished this summer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear: "I said that I didn't annoy my sister as much as I normally do.  And she asked how old my sister is and I said she's 14, that makes her a "angsty teenager".  And Tory asked me what "angsty" means and I told her that it means "whiney" and "too much drama" which will happen to us as soon as we hit puberty in a couple of years, so be prepared.  And then, Ms. Usey said 'Okaaaaaay, I think it's time to go back to teaching'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Matthew and I nearly choked on our lunch when she said it...because she said it with SUCH sincerity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gods...I love my Bear....</content>
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    <title>The World According To Elizabear...</title>
    <published>2005-05-28T15:14:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-28T15:14:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Moriko/quizzes/Which%20Incredibles%20Character%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/Moriko/1102724772_elastigirl.gif" border="0" alt="Elastigirl"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Incredibles Character Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She insisted on taking this after her dad came up as "Frozone"  I can see that...*chuckle*</content>
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    <title>An Actual Post From Elizabear...</title>
    <published>2005-04-27T21:16:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-27T21:16:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">She knows she has a live journal, but that she's not allowed to post in it, because she is not 13 years old...However, I thought I'd go ahead and let her write something out and I'd post it for her today...so, here is what she wrote out for me to post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whaaaaaaaaaaa! I hate humans! when i was walking home i saw a dead bird head with an eyeball missing cuz it was on the ground!*sniff* then i saw a dead *sniff*sqirrel!*sniff* but i put a flower on it *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to tell you i have a doog  named Jack he`s a suffed animal but stil love him.He has a best friend named Wulffy he`s a wolf he has a son named Titus. He has no mommy. him and his mom were walking in the forest behind the house in Austin when they got to the clearing near the park his mom noticed something cause her ear twitched.  then they started to hear something in the bushes and then a poacher jumped out trying to catch Titus. His mom tried to get in front of Titus and the poacher got out his gun and shot her. me and Wulffy were too late to catch him.  When Wulffy saw her he walked up to his wife and started crying and now he takes care of Titus by himself with me.  later on we caught the nasty cruddy human poacher and beat him to a paste and fed him to alligators.  that's what should happen to all poachers!  poacher are cruddy humans who should be on the world at ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I love all animals and I love Crystal and Joey because they help heal animals and I love my godmother Crystal to and want her to get all better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jack says WOOF ARF!  that means HELLO PEOPLE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people are good people who love animals and cruddy humans are the ones that are stupid and are crule to animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signed Jack and Bear</content>
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    <title>The World According To Elizabear...Or...Out Of The Mouths Of Babes...</title>
    <published>2005-04-05T03:07:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-05T03:07:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Watching WWE: RAW tonight...and the commercial for RAW vs Smackdown comes on with Torri Wilson and Stacy Keibler...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bear looks at this commercial and the conversation went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear: I wonder where Torri Wilson got those...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: She bought them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear: Ah...Okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew: Cat...I think she means the dress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear: No, Daddy, not the Dress...the Breasts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JA: *falling over in laughter and tapping on the floor* I'm tapping out! I'm tapping out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...I love my Bear...</content>
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    <title>The World According To Elizabear...How To Live Your Life According To A 7 Year Old</title>
    <published>2005-03-31T20:12:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-31T20:12:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Eat the whole apple. Johnny Appleseed gave them to us for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never go to sleep without a stuffed animal to cuddle with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading Stories is a RIGHT, not a priviledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwiches taste better when you put the jelly on one slice of bread and the peanut butter on the other and eat them separately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milk is the best thing in the world to drink...with the exception of Chocolate Milk, which is better than regular milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always drink the milk from your cereal bowl after you're done with the cereal. It's better that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baths are always better with Bubbles. And Bubble Baths should always smell good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bare Bellies are for Mommy Tickles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always steal daddy's shirt for bedtime cause it's already warm and it smells like daddy, so you know you're safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has to be music at bedtime or you just can't sleep good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When tying your shoes, bunny ears are always easier to make first, then tie them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hangaburs MUST have cheese, ketchup, and pickles or they aren't good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Nuggets are made for kids, not grownups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can make Easter Eggs any time of the year and they taste better than just regular hard boiled eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All bananas should be eaten in 4 bites, no matter what your cheeks look like while you chew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's a blank piece of paper, it needs to be colored on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All butterflies should have green in their wings somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Repost from 9/23/2003:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to wear socks with your shoes, but you should wear shoes with your socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always start with the highest number then count out the rest on your fingers when adding two numbers together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs make everything better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneak attack hugs are fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Chairs and a blanket and I have a place to live forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no better food than Macaroni and Cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except maybe French Fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always share your toys, cause that means that they have to share their toys with you, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can build anything out of anything just as long as you use your imagination and think about it.</content>
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    <title>She Wanted To Take This...</title>
    <published>2005-03-20T00:30:08Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;table style="font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;form action="http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074768518" method="POST"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;Which Pagan Goddess Are You? by kira_may&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="Name?" value="elizabearw" size="20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Age?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="Age?" value="8" size="20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;You are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y13/kira_mchaggis/quizz%20images/morrigan.jpg"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;You favourite trick:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;Appearing in a cloud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Your feeling towards mortals:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;They are entertaining, like puppies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;When you sleep with mortals, your lover is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/kira_may/Karlurban/Eomer3_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Mortal you'd most like to smite:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;Britney Spears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="un" value="kira_may"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="meme" value="1074768518"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font size="-1" color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;a href="http://memegen.net/"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like her sister...she is a Morrigan...kind of fitting...</content>
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    <title>The World According To Elizabear...</title>
    <published>2005-03-12T02:54:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-12T02:54:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today's Life Lesson from the Bear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, just because you're older doesn't mean you're not still a kid.  Everybody has a kid in their heart, it's just that some people let it out to play more than others do.  But it's still there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my Bear...always reminding me to honor the Child Within.  A good South Shield Lesson...</content>
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    <title>The World According To Elizabear...</title>
    <published>2005-02-15T21:23:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-15T21:23:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This happened on Sunday, February 13th...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rustling around in the kitchen, fridge being opened, stuff being clunked on to the counter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Bear...what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear: I'm cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: What are you cooking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear: Your lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Bear...it's a lot past lunchtime.  It's almost bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear: Mommy...it's for your lunch tomorrow with Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: My lunch tomorrow with Daddy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear: Yeah, when he picks you up from work..so you can have a valentine's picnic lunch together.  There's one crunchy peanut butter sandwich for you and one creamy peanut butter sandwich for daddy, cause he's silly and doesn't like the crunchy, and there's some chips and I put some of my candy in a baggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pause while Mommy melts in a puddle of "awwwwwwww"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear: But I don't have any cokes or dr. peppers in cans to put in there for you.  Do we have a thermos for milk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Don't worry, Bear, Mommy and Daddy can get our own cokes to go with the wonderful lunch you made us.  Can I get a hug?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bear comes to give Mommy a hug.  Gets Mommy Snuggles, gives Mommy Snuggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear (muffled in Mommy Snuggles): I cut the sandwiches into six pieces each so you can share if you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*More Mommy Snuggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: I love you, my Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear: I love you, my Mommy.</content>
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    <title>The World According To Elizabear...</title>
    <published>2005-01-17T04:57:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-17T04:57:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Punisher on DVD</lj:music>
    <content type="html">We went to &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_lonewolf_2112' lj:user='lonewolf_2112' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://lonewolf-2112.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://lonewolf-2112.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;lonewolf_2112&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s house today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_lonewolf_2112' lj:user='lonewolf_2112' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://lonewolf-2112.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://lonewolf-2112.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;lonewolf_2112&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had TIVO'd a bunch of Teen Titan Cartoons for the Bear.  She LOVES Teen Titans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked into his computer room to thank him for them (for about the 25th time) and saw his "Everything I Know About Life I Learned From Star Wars" poster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her first reaction:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LOOK!  JEDI TEDDY'S!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at where she's pointing and giggle as &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_lonestar_2112' lj:user='lonestar_2112' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=lonestar_2112'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=lonestar_2112'&gt;&lt;b&gt;lonestar_2112&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; says through gritted teeth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No.  No Jedi Ewoks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Bear just bounces and says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But, look!  They're Jedi Teddy's!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*giggles*</content>
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    <title>The World According To Elizabear...</title>
    <published>2005-01-03T19:32:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-03T19:32:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Took the Bear to Chinese for lunch today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabear's Fortune Cookie today read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your Personality Is Fueled By The Fascination You Feel For Life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW...how accurate can you be?</content>
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    <published>2004-12-22T00:31:13Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-22T00:31:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Something On TV</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today, Elizabear asked the hard questions to answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabear: "Mommy, what's sex?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well, honey, Sex is something that mommies and daddies who love each other do and sometimes they get a baby out of it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabear: "So, how does the twinkle get from a daddy's eye to a mommy's tummy anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chuckles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a book that I read to JA a long time ago to explain why I was pregnant with Amber...I need to dig it out.</content>
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    <published>2004-12-12T06:36:48Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-12T06:36:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Her Comment on "Holiday Inn" and "Going My Way", two Bing Crosby movies we watched tonight while putting together a 550 piece puzzle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, I like movies with no colors and good songs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She insisted that Fred Astaire's character in "Holiday Inn" was "the bad guy", because he kept stealing all of Bing's girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*chuckles*</content>
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