Literature Network Forums - Blogs - title by browneyedbailey https://www.online-literature.com/forums/blog.php?33139-title The largest classic literature discussion forum on the Internet. Read Write Teach Share. en Thu, 04 Jun 2026 16:02:59 GMT vBulletin 10 https://www.online-literature.com/forums/images/misc/rss.jpg Literature Network Forums - Blogs - title by browneyedbailey https://www.online-literature.com/forums/blog.php?33139-title Rivised as of 10-11-08 https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?6532-Rivised-as-of-10-11-08 Sun, 12 Oct 2008 02:30:10 GMT okay, so i redid some stuff to my story at the begining so here: Why oh why did it have to be me? Couldn’t some one else do this? I was in front... okay, so i redid some stuff to my story at the begining so here:

Why oh why did it have to be me? Couldn’t some one else do this? I was in front of 200 people singing. Don’t get me wrong, I love to sing! But not in front of people I don’t know. The only person I knew, was nowhere to be found. She just had to get sick. Oh well, I guess you can’t have everything you want, or need in this particular case. At least I wasn’t drawing or painting for each individual. I was done now and everyone was applauding, if 199 people was everybody.
Tom Bailey wasn’t applauding. It was weird how he applauded for everybody but me. Oh well, maybe someday I’ll get him to admire me. So what, he was 3 years older than me (I was a beautiful girl of 14 years of age and he was a fine young man of 17) he was supposed to clap at least once.
Besides that feeling of “200 people’s eyes on me watching my every move” feeling of being uncomfortable, I realized when I sat down, my uniform was really irritating. The people here at Grove Academy for Boys and Girls made the girls wear blue skirts that came to our knees, and silver 3-quarter sleeve shirts, knee high silver socks, and blue shoes. The boys wore the same basically, but instead of blue skirts, they wore blue pants. Both genders wore blue and silver striped ties. But when you turned 16 years of age (boy or girl) you could wear whatever you wanted.
…
“How’d it go Ella Marie?” said my ill roommate Vida Lara leGrand as soon as I entered the dorm room we shared. We always called each other by our first and middle names. The room was dull besides the CD player, come CD’s, a few posters here and there, my books, our own belongings, and our own wardrobes.
“The same as usual Vida Lara, and how do you fair?” I said in a disinterested, and slightly bitter, tone.
“Tom Bailey didn’t applaud,” It wasn’t a question.
“What do you think you bubblehead.” Thanks to Scott Westerfeld, my vocabulary had improved. “Why doesn’t he clap at least once?! It’s not like it’ll kill him!”
“I heard that he has a thing for you Ella Marie. Tom doesn’t clap for the people he likes at least a little.” She said rising from her bed, her curls falling from their place in a tight bun or ponytail tied with a ribbon.
“Oh yeah? Well guess what?” I was getting a wave of anger to flow like a storm: fierce and mercilessly. “If, I say if, he liked me in the least he would have said something would he not?”
“But-” I cut her off.
“Don’t even start. Tom Bailey is three years older than me. In society, women nowadays don’t usually marry or date with three years difference.”
“Ella Marie Kano I presume?” a male voice, sweet as honey said, inviting me into it’s light feathery softness.
Shoot. I turned to take in his profile. Black pants, dark shoes, dark navy long sleeve shirt, pale skin, and dark brown (almost black) hair that flopped halfway over his eyes. Last I took in his face: Eyes as green as an emeralds looking at me full in the face, full lips, perfect nose that rounded at a point, high cheekbones, and a chin like an animie’s chin. Tom stood about 5’ 10”. my own height about 5’ 3 ¼”.
Tom Bailey.
I was enveloped in his beauty. He was too beautiful to behold. Tom seemed a little emo or gothic like me.
“Yes?” It was Vida Lana. I was too stunned to speak.
“I have a note for you from the head mistress, here,” he said as he pulled a note out of his right back pocket, never taking his jewel green emerald eyes from mine. “she said to read it alone, in private.” At this his eyes sparkled as if he was keeping a secret from the world. He handed me the note. His fingers skimming the palm of my hand. It burned, cold and leaving what felt like fire on my hand as it left, and my eyes strayed from his to see why he was cold. I looked to find his face, but he was gone.
“What was that about Ella Marie?” I came out of my trance and turned to her.
“I don’t know.” I said slowly. I was…confused.
“Let’s read the letter!” Vida Lana said while bouncing up and down a little in her bed, while clapping at the same time.
“Vida, there was something in his eyes and the way he spoke that said ‘Read it alone, no exceptions.’ You had better stop bouncing or you’ll get sick and hurl.” I said and turned to leave.
“But Ella-”
“Vida!” this time I meant for a little more anger to fill the atmosphere “ I mean it! Stop prying, please.” She was hurt now. “Vida Lana, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”
“No, no, it’s fine, you’ve had a bad day. It’s okay. I understand. You’ve been under a lot of pressure. Go on.”
“Thank you for understanding.” I hugged her and left and went to our bathroom.
But the note wasn’t from the head mistress.
...

hahaha, what do you think?

the note:

“Dear Ella Marie,
I hope you don’t think me too forward. I have been watching you your four years here. I think you have caught a special…interest in my heart. I have never felt this way about anyone before. I don’t applaud for you because I don’t want to arouse suspicion. I avoid you for the same reason. It’s for your own safety and protection. But these facts won’t stop me anymore. I cannot live a lie anymore. I love you. I want you. I know that’s a little much for your age but it’s true. I refuse to ignore you any more.”
That was it. No signature. But I knew it was from Tom.
...

and i know you guys are just dying to know what happens next, so here:


Over dinner I thought about the note. It was…suspicious how to never told me his true feelings. I wish someone had told me. Or hinted toward it at least. While I was searching desperately and longingly for him, sat I was aware of someone’s eyes boring into my body. It was the gorgeous green eyes of my admirer. I looked up to find the source of the gaze at the far right end of the table but he wasn’t there. Instead he was at my side. I was so shocked I nearly choked on my meat. I had found the source of the never ceasing gaze, successfully, of Tom was in the seat to the right of me. Not at the far end.
“How are we this evening?” said the feathery sweet voice of the man next to me. When I did not answer right away he said, “Well I’m sure.”
Silence
“Ella? Are you okay?”
“Why aren’t you at the far end as usual.” I asked without looking at him. I know it was a stupid question, but I didn’t know what else to say.
“I thought I said that. In my letter to you. ‘I refuse to ignore you any more.’ I love you, remember?”
“I’m still questing.”
“About what?” he said a little surprised.
“About you. I mean, I need to know more about you.”
“Okay. Free hour. Far left corner. Could you come alone?”
“Don’t worry, Vida Lara always talks to someone else at free hour.” And that was it, we ate in silence.
...
ta-da! lololololololololol. how's that?:D ]]> browneyedbailey https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?6532-Rivised-as-of-10-11-08 <![CDATA[browneyedbailey's Blog]]> https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?6136-browneyedbailey-s-Blog Mon, 18 Aug 2008 23:46:20 GMT Well, the first day of school. A hard day for me. My scedule is as follows: 1. Geometry 2. Algebra II 3. EAST 4. Spanish I 5. Science 6.... Well, the first day of school. A hard day for me. My scedule is as follows:
1. Geometry
2. Algebra II
3. EAST
4. Spanish I
5. Science
6. English
7. Food and Nutrition
8. World History
So yeah, it's pretty hectic :sick:. But i love it otherwise. So, 4th hour, in Spanish, the followingconversation occured:
Cody: "Bueanos Deis means thank you right?"
Me: "No, Bueanos Deis means good morning. Gracias means thank you."
Cody: "How do you say your welcome?"
Me: "Denata"
Brandon: "How do you say your smart?"
Me: "I dunno."
So that was funny. All of the people are older than me in my class. lol. ]]> browneyedbailey https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?6136-browneyedbailey-s-Blog <![CDATA[browneyedbailey's Blog]]> https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?6103-browneyedbailey-s-Blog Fri, 15 Aug 2008 02:08:19 GMT Well, here is something more on my book. tell me what you think and enjoy!:thumbs_up “Dear Ella Marie, I hope you don’t think me too forward. I... Well, here is something more on my book. tell me what you think and enjoy!:thumbs_up

“Dear Ella Marie,
I hope you don’t think me too forward. I have been watching you your four years here. I think you have caught a special…interest in my heart. I have never felt this way about anyone before. I don’t applaud for you because I don’t want to arouse suspicion. I avoid you for the same reason. It’s for your own safety and protection. But these facts won’t stop me anymore. I cannot live a lie anymore. I love you. I want you. I know that’s a little much for your age but it’s true. I refuse to ignore you any more.”
That was it. No signature. But I knew it was from Tom.
…
Over dinner I thought about the note. It was…suspicious how to never told me his true feelings. I wish someone had told me. Or hinted toward it at least. While I was searching desperately and longingly for him, I was aware of someone’s eyes boring into my body. It was the gorgeous green eyes of my admirer. I looked up to find the source of the gaze at the far right end of the table but he wasn’t there. Instead he was at my side. I was so shocked I nearly chocked on my meat. I had found the source of the never ceasing gaze, successfully, of Tom was in the seat to the right of me. Not at the far end.
“How are we this evening?” said the sweet feathery sweet voice of the man next to me. When I did not answer right away he said, “Beautiful as ever I see.”
Silence
“Ella? Are you okay?”
“Why aren’t you at the far end as usual.” I asked without looking at him. I know it was a stupid question, but I didn’t know what else to say.
“I thought I said that. In my letter to you. ‘I refuse to ignore you any more.’ I love you, remember?”
“I’m still questing.”
“About what?”
“About you. I mean, I need to know more about you.”
“Okay. Free hour. Far left corner. Come alone.”
“Don’t worry. Vida Lara always talks to someone else at free hour.” And that was it. We ate in silence.
…
“Why?”
“Hmmm?” Tom had been just sitting there looking at the other students, thinking.
“Why do you like me. Why not her or her?” I pointed out some random girls that were older than me. “They’re pretty. And beautiful.”
“Ella, you’re-”
“Ella Marie.” I corrected him.
“Fine then. Ella Marie, you’re beautiful. They don’t have your grace and charm.”
“What about me is beautiful or charming or graceful?”
“First, your personality is beautiful, your figure, your face, your big purple eyes, your rosy cheeks, your full lips…” he trailed of when he said this.
“My lips?”
“I haven’t tried them. I can’t tell you until I try them.” he chuckled at this. He was joking around with me. I didn’t know weather to laugh with him, to slap his face his gorgeous face and walk off, or to just sit quietly. While I was thinking of how to get away quickly enough, because he was only about a foot away, he was studying my face.
“What?” I asked when I realized he was staring at me with his never ceasing gaze.
“I was just kidding you know. I didn’t mean to offend you if I did. Sorry.” his eyes were actually sorry. Sympathetic. I was enveloped by then again. I pulled out of it this time without anyone’s help, but with effort.
“Ella?” his hand was on my face. Cold and gentle. I recoiled at the chilly sting. My face felt slightly on fire.
“Sorry,” he said again. This time his eyes revealed worry. Uncertainty. I looked at his hands in his lap. I took his right hand in both of mine. They were cold. Like ice almost.
“Why are your hands so cold?” I asked, not looking away from his long white fingers in between mine. No answer.
“Tom?”
“I like the way you say my name.” I looked up to see his face. His eyes were slightly taunting while he smiled slightly, ruthlessly almost.
“Stay on the subject please,”
“I-I can’t tell you that. Not yet.” I let go of his hand. The fiery sensation was all that was left.
“Well whatever the problem, they leave a fiery feeing whenever you touch me.”
“Well, I’ll tell you the reason for that feeling of yours.” he took my face in both of his hands. His face only inches from mine. “I have cold hands, right?” his cool breath fanning into my face. It smelled minty fresh. Like my dad’s breath smelled did when I was a child. When I smelled his sweet breath I blinked surprised and smiled to myself a bit. I’ll ask him later.
“Anytime I touch someone, they feel a pain they either fear or have felt before. Have you ever felt the faint burning of a fire against your skin?” He asked softly.
“Yes.” I said, tears coming to my eyes at the horrid memory. The tears stung and I cried. Sobbed quietly really. Suddenly, I was by him on the couch in that little corner, instead of on the love seat across from him, sobbing quietly in his chest. His gentle arms around me. Nobody was looking. We were too far away to be heard. Thank God for that.
“Shhhh, shhhh, It’s okay. There, there. Shhhh.” he soothed me. It felt good, telling someone the secret I’ve kept for so long.
“I was seven and a half. The whole house burned down. I escaped but nobody else did. All my family: my mom, dad, 2 brothers, aunts, uncles, grandparents, cousins; all of them but one aunt who didn’t live with us in our huge mansion. I was sent there, to my Aunt Tracy’s for a year with a servant girl of hers, to take care of me, she didn’t want to see the horrid child that she now fad custody of. Aunt Tracy hated me. Then I was sent, well shipped really, here and have been here ever since.” I looked up at him to see how he was going to react to my foolish sobbing into his shirt, ruining it most likely. While my own was rumpled too. I thought he was going to cry as well. “Don’t tell anyone please. I haven’t even told Vida Lara. And she’s my only and closest friend. The head mistress doesn’t even know!” I pleaded to him.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he soothed. I found the side of my head on his chest again.
“Do you think of my actions rash? Of me foolish? Do you still like me?” I asked in worry.
“No, no. the situation is totally understandable. And I still love you. I only pity you more now that I know.” He pulled me away from himself to look me in the face, his attire ruffled and wet now, “I know what it feels like to be rejected. Now I know you a little better. Thank you.” while he was saying this and studying my tearstained face and wiping away the still coming tears, I was readjusting his dark navy shirt. He took my hands in his. But when he took his hands off my shoulders, they didn’t burn. I was surprised.
“My shoulders, they don’t burn.” I said quietly.
“Good. That means you’ve either gotten used to my touch, which I doubt, or you’re no longer afraid. That’s good.” he said smiling. “Telling me about that must have helped you, even in the slightest way.” he continued, still smiling.
“I have a few more questions.”
“And they are,” He inquired.
“One why does your breath smell so good and two what do you mean ‘feel rejected‘?” I asked.
“For the first question: my breath smells like a good memory to an individual. Like…what does it smell like to you?”
“Fathers breath from my childhood. I would only smell his breath when he laughed.” I said smiling at the faint memory.
“Second, I was unwanted in my childhood.”
“Oh.” I said softly, moving my arms around his waist as to comfort him. “Now, I think this will be my last question.”
“You think? You mean you might have more?”
“Yes. Now, how did you decide you love me? Why?”
“Time. The more we’re together, the more I know I’m right. You comfort attempts are helpful.” I thought this over… “do you want to go outside?”
“Yes, I would enjoy that.” I admitted.
“Let’s go.” he said as he took my hand in his as he pulled me up off the couch and we went together out to the woods surrounding Grove Academy. There we disappeared from the world and it’s grief.
…
“Where exactly are we going?” I asked irritated. But he did not answer. Instead he just Kept pulling me by my hand. “Tom! My skirt is getting ruined!”
“Ella Marie, don’t yell. The other teachers will know we’re out here if you keep it up.” he scolded me while putting his finger to my lips. “We’re almost there. About fifteen more feet. Gosh. You don’t have to have a cow. Oh, and by the way, no matter how ruffled your skirt gets, you still look good to me.”
“Flirt.” I accused him while trying not to make eye contact with him and blushing, feeling lifted by his complimenting of my looks.
“Here we are.” he said as we appeared in some sort clearing. ]]> browneyedbailey https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?6103-browneyedbailey-s-Blog <![CDATA[browneyedbailey's Blog]]> https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?6096-browneyedbailey-s-Blog Wed, 13 Aug 2008 21:12:45 GMT Yesterday I had three teeth pulled and now I talk funny and can’t really say “s” sounds. :sick: I finally got my own room and it’s pretty darn... Yesterday I had three teeth pulled and now I talk funny and can’t really say “s” sounds. :sick:

I finally got my own room and it’s pretty darn awesome! I have a chair in there and I have to switch out a king sized bed for a twin sized bed. There is still a lot of space, it’s the biggest bedroom in the house. :p

I bought a new portable DVD player. I can take it in the car and watch it in my new bedroom. :thumbs_up

School starts on Monday. I’ll be going into the eighth grade. I hope I get to take Spanish this year. Yay ME! :D ]]> browneyedbailey https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?6096-browneyedbailey-s-Blog <![CDATA[browneyedbailey's Blog]]> https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?5894-browneyedbailey-s-Blog Sat, 12 Jul 2008 21:04:46 GMT hey guys, did ya miss me? :D How is everybody? right now, we are painting rooms over at my house and, I'm writting a book! i'll post here on occasion. I can't promise that what i post will stay the same, but here it goes!

Why oh why did it have to be me? Couldn’t some one else do this? I was in front of 200 people singing. Don’t get me wrong, I love to sing! But not in front of people I don’t know. The only person I knew, was nowhere to be found. She just had to get sick. Oh well, I guess you can’t have everything you want, or need in this particular case. At least I wasn’t drawing or painting for each individual. I was done now and everyone was applauding, if 199 people was everybody.
Tom Bailey wasn’t applauding. It was weird how he applauded for everybody but me. Oh well, maybe someday I’ll get him to admire me. So what he was 3 years older than me (I was a beautiful girl of 14 years of age and he was a fine young man of 17) he was supposed to clap at least once.
Besides that feeling of “200 people’s eyes on me watching my every move” feeling of being uncomfortable, I realized when I sat down, my uniform was really irritating. The people here at Grove Academy for Boys and Girls made the girls wear blue skirts that came to our knees, and silver 3-quarter sleeve shirts, knee high silver socks, and blue shoes. The boys wore the same basically, but instead of blue skirts, they wore blue pants. Both genders wore blue and silver striped ties. But when you turned 16 years of age (boy or girl) you could wear whatever you wanted.
…
“How’d it go Ella Marie?” said my ill roommate Vida Lara leGrand as soon as I entered the dorm room we shared. We always called each other by our first and middle names. The room was dull besides the CD player, come CD’s, a few posters here and there, my books, our own belongings, and our own wardrobes.
“The same as usual Vida Lara, and how do you fair?” I said in a disinterested, and slightly bitter tone.
“Tom Bailey didn’t applaud,” It wasn’t a question.
“What do you think you bubblehead.” Thanks to Scott Westerfeld, my vocabulary had improved. “Why doesn’t he clap at least once?! It’s not like it’ll kill him!”
“I heard that he has a thing for you Ella Marie. Tom doesn’t clap for the people he likes at least a little.” She said rising from her bed, her curls falling from their place in a tight bun or ponytail tied with a ribbon.
“Oh yeah? Well guess what?” I was getting a wave of anger to flow like a storm: fierce and mercilessly. “If, I say if, he liked me in the least he would have said something would he not?”
“But-” I cut her off.
“Don’t even start. Tom Bailey is three years older than me. In society, women nowadays don’t usually marry or date with three years difference.”
“Ella Marie Kano I assume?” a male voice sweet as honey said, inviting me into it’s sweet feathery softness.
Shoot. I turned to take in his profile. Black pants, dark shoes, dark navy long sleeve shirt, pale skin, dark brown (almost black) hair that flopped halfway over his eyes. Last I took in his face: Eyes as green as an emeralds looking at me full in the face, full lips, perfect nose that rounded at a point, high cheekbones, and a chin like an animie’s chin. Tom stood about 5’ 10”. my own height about 5’ 3 ¼”.
Tom Bailey.
I was enveloped in his beauty. He was too beautiful to behold. Tom seemed a little emo or gothic like me.
“Yes?” It was Vida Lana. I was too stunned to speak.
“I have a note for you from the head mistress, here,” he said as he pulled a note out of his right back pocket, never taking his jewel green emerald eyes from mine. “She said to read it alone, in private.” At this his eyes sparkled as if he was keeping a secret from the world. He handed me the note. His fingers skimming the palm of my hand. It burned, cold and leaving what felt like fire on my hand as it left, and my eyes strayed from his to see why he was cold. I looked to find his face, but he was gone.
“What was that about Ella Marie?” I came out of my trance and turned to her.
“I don’t know.” I said slowly. I was…confused.
“Let’s read the letter!” Vida Lana said while bouncing up and down on her bed while clapping at the same time.
“Vida, there was something in his eyes and the way he spoke that said ‘Read it alone and no exceptions.’ You had better stop bouncing or you’ll get sick and hurl.” I said and turned to leave.
“But Ella-”
“Vida!” this time I meant for a little more anger to fill the atmosphere “ I mean it! Stop prying, please.” She was hurt now. “Vida Lana, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”
“No, no, it’s fine, you’ve had a bad day. It’s okay. I understand. You’ve been under a lot of pressure. Go on.”
“Thank you for understanding.” I hugged her and left and went to our bathroom.
But the note wasn’t from the head mistress.

Thank you! Thank you! what do you think? ]]> browneyedbailey https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?5894-browneyedbailey-s-Blog <![CDATA[browneyedbailey's Blog]]> https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?5572-browneyedbailey-s-Blog Sat, 31 May 2008 03:49:29 GMT Okay, so life for me is pretty sucky but things happen (even if it’s good or bad, but mostly bad) so not much to talk about. It started Saturday when... Okay, so life for me is pretty sucky but things happen (even if it’s good or bad, but mostly bad) so not much to talk about. It started Saturday when I was walking from the kitchen to the living room. It’s linoleum to carpet right? And scorpion stung me. Well the pain went away 30 minuets later when I started watching sexy James Bourne kick an assassins butt! Then Sunday I kicked butt, at volleyball. Clay, Brian and I against Amanda, Amy, and Dad. It was hilarious! Then Sunday, Mem’s birthday. Dad and Patty (Dad’s eldest (and only) sister) sang, while the stupid Shih Tzu’s howled. Well nothing much happened until Friday, the dentist. Turns out in July I have to have 6-8 teeth pulled. A week later in impression, 2-3 weeks later an arch metal piece (not a retainer) or in other words, a medieval torture device, then 12-18 months later braces. Wonderful, isn’t it? ]]> browneyedbailey https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?5572-browneyedbailey-s-Blog <![CDATA[browneyedbailey's Blog]]> https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?5439-browneyedbailey-s-Blog Sat, 17 May 2008 22:00:53 GMT Ok, so today mum had this amazing adventure. We went on a ferry ride from state to the other, then we drove and drove end drove and so on and then we... Ok, so today mum had this amazing adventure. We went on a ferry ride from state to the other, then we drove and drove end drove and so on and then we walked for hours and I bought dad a sheriff badge that had his name on it and a pair of glass, multicolor earings that look like hummingbirds, and had tall-cake. And urring all this, we counted motorcycles. We counted grand total of 500! 500 motorcycles! imagine that!! URGH! :sick: I thought I was gonna die! Amd that was my day.:D :thumbs_up I'm exaughted ]]> browneyedbailey https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?5439-browneyedbailey-s-Blog <![CDATA[browneyedbailey's Blog]]> https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?5326-browneyedbailey-s-Blog Tue, 06 May 2008 00:54:44 GMT Okay, so, this really cool, great, awsome guy I like (and we are good friends) is having a birthday tomorrow. I have two problems:
1. I don't know what to get him.
I have two days to get him something under $52 that he'll like. He's kinda sporty and a complete wuss. Any suggestions?
2. He's going to be too old for me!!!
:bawling: :bawling: :bawling: :bawling: Ahhhhhhhhhhh... *sniff* *sniff* what to do?:bawling: :bawling: ]]> browneyedbailey https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?5326-browneyedbailey-s-Blog <![CDATA[browneyedbailey's Blog]]> https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?5249-browneyedbailey-s-Blog Sat, 26 Apr 2008 13:10:42 GMT so that poem I wrote about cotton is getting an award I will inform you ASAP. hope yall'll get back on later ]]> browneyedbailey https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?5249-browneyedbailey-s-Blog <![CDATA[browneyedbailey's Blog]]> https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?5104-browneyedbailey-s-Blog Tue, 08 Apr 2008 21:20:43 GMT I was at school with my 3 friends at the very end of lunch, and the boy of the group was gon for the moment, and we were laughing about a joke.... I was at school with my 3 friends at the very end of lunch, and the boy of the group was gon for the moment, and we were laughing about a joke. Several really. Anyways, I was laughing soooo hard and multi-tasking (trying not to pee:blush:) and well, I couldn't controll it. It was fortifying but it was sooooo embarasing:blush:. (THANK GOODNESS it was only girls), I peed myself. I had to wait in the nurse's office for an hour, waiting for mum to bring me my pants. Now my girl-friends won't let me live it down!:bawling: ]]> browneyedbailey https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?5104-browneyedbailey-s-Blog <![CDATA[browneyedbailey's Blog]]> https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?5026-browneyedbailey-s-Blog Mon, 31 Mar 2008 21:09:35 GMT Well nothin' much to talk about in my hopeless world. My day was dark for it was raining down here and mum is preaching to me about what to do during a tornado. She's paranoid with it. Worse that a hen with chicks. Well, That's it. Comments, questions, and P.M.'s are welcome here. ]]> browneyedbailey https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?5026-browneyedbailey-s-Blog <![CDATA[browneyedbailey's Blog]]> https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?4694-browneyedbailey-s-Blog Mon, 25 Feb 2008 22:13:12 GMT Well I'm too bored to play anything on my PSP ( isn't That sad?!?! ) so I'm going to rant on about stupid, random things for no good reason. Like I'm doing now. :p Our girls won today so we get to get out at 12:30 tomorrow ( did I even spell that right???? ) so yay for us!:thumbs_up cool. yeah. I know I'm soooooooooo tired. I got up at 5:00 Saturday to go to a place what seemed 5 hours away ( I doubt it was but oh well ) and got home at 7:00 that night. It was school related too.:sick: Oh well I lived. and this is the longest entry I've written at all. ]]> browneyedbailey https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?4694-browneyedbailey-s-Blog <![CDATA[browneyedbailey's Blog]]> https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?4568-browneyedbailey-s-Blog Fri, 15 Feb 2008 00:46:27 GMT Happy Valentines Day!!!! anyone want to be my valentine?:( Happy Valentines Day!!!!


anyone want to be my valentine?:( ]]> browneyedbailey https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?4568-browneyedbailey-s-Blog <![CDATA[browneyedbailey's Blog]]> https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?4567-browneyedbailey-s-Blog Fri, 15 Feb 2008 00:45:09 GMT Okay, my church youth group is going Ice Skating, is there anything I need to know? Okay, my church youth group is going Ice Skating, is there anything I need to know? ]]> browneyedbailey https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?4567-browneyedbailey-s-Blog <![CDATA[browneyedbailey's Blog]]> https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?4057-browneyedbailey-s-Blog Sun, 30 Dec 2007 03:24:35 GMT My aunt took me to Build a Bear Workshop (BABW) today and I got a new bear. Her name is Alice. She's a pink ballerina bear. I'll post a picture soon!:D
She is adorable!;) ]]> browneyedbailey https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?4057-browneyedbailey-s-Blog