<?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-1216230676006116500</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:42:46.251-08:00</updated><category term='ready'/><category term='gettin'/><category term='cover'/><category term='Lady GaGa'/><category term='girl advice'/><category term='book'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='Fourth of July'/><title type='text'>Tweenkies for Breakfast</title><subtitle type='html'>...and other cool ways this 'TWEEN rocks her life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1216230676006116500/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12607968952005655289</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>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216230676006116500.post-7295106694443092559</id><published>2010-06-21T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T09:57:23.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New  Blog</title><content type='html'>I have started a new blog called 13th Summer, I'd love it if you guys checked it out and hopefully started following thanks. I don't plan on posting on this blog anytime soon, or ever again. So hopefully you'll start following my other blog and trust me I think it would be a lot more fun if you would follow my other blog, then keep following this one that hasn't got any posts in months. So I hope you check it out I promise to post on a regular basis this time, thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1216230676006116500-7295106694443092559?l=tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/7295106694443092559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1216230676006116500/posts/default/7295106694443092559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1216230676006116500/posts/default/7295106694443092559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-blog.html' title='New  Blog'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12607968952005655289</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-1216230676006116500.post-1538998682913744968</id><published>2009-11-07T17:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T17:24:22.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boarding School</title><content type='html'>I never thought I'd be in this position, considering going to a boarding school. I'm going to this new private school now and it's just seems like my eyes have been opened to a new world. Where people want to excel, where school is a place to excel not These kids want to be involved in things, they want to learn and get better. In seventh grade were looking at high school choices. Never did I think that I would ever be in a situation were I wanted to go to school on the outskirts of New York away from my parents for high school; ninth grade. Oh, and keep in mind that I do live in Las Vegas. Gosh this new life is amazing, but I know that for a person on the outside looking in it could look a little scary. But I'm looking at this as a new oppurtunity. I'm actually excited, my moms not the one that is shipping me to this boarding school, I want to go. Right now my first is Master School. Well hope your life is doing good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1216230676006116500-1538998682913744968?l=tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/1538998682913744968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/11/boarding-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1216230676006116500/posts/default/1538998682913744968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1216230676006116500/posts/default/1538998682913744968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/11/boarding-school.html' title='Boarding School'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12607968952005655289</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-1216230676006116500.post-2794945646486139753</id><published>2009-10-31T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T16:51:24.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>Hey Happy Halloween from Tweenkie sorry just had to say that today. This post is going to be kinda short. But I made my costume how bout you I'd love to know what you are going to be for this festive holiday. Well I named the costume I made the Dark Fire Fairy because it's red and black maybe I'll take a pic of it later and post it on here. But by I got to go to my cousins house to start the festivities. BRING ON THE CANDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! p.s this is kinda funny I prefer pastries over candy I'm a wierd kid and I know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1216230676006116500-2794945646486139753?l=tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/2794945646486139753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1216230676006116500/posts/default/2794945646486139753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1216230676006116500/posts/default/2794945646486139753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12607968952005655289</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-1216230676006116500.post-322120643980631784</id><published>2009-10-30T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T16:08:18.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside Into My Conversation</title><content type='html'>Today I guess you get an inside to me and my friend Kyra's conversation. Now don't ask me how we got to this conversation because I honestly don't know at all. Well friday after the Halloween Dance at my school me and my friend Kyra were talking about how much women put into there looks. We all strive to look our best always care about what another women will say or even bigger what a male will say. We strive to make ourselves perfect for other people, most of the time those other people just happen to be males. When most of the time they never notice and if they do they don't say anything. Women and girls I should add all shave, wax, pluck just to look our best. Spending hours in the morning on our appearance. We do so much to strive for perfection. Even my motto is "beuty hurts" and I'm the one writing about this. And all the guys do in the morning is wake up brush their teeth and get dressed. Then they have the nerve to tease us about how much time we take in the morning. And they're so oblivious of the reason we do it, sometimes even we might be oblivious about why we do it as well. So I'm here to tell all you girls that are reading this that maybe we need to make a change. Instead of working so hard to look good for other people, we will strive to look good for ouselves. And guys who are reading this maybe this opened your eyes on why we take so long to get ready in the morning or any other time since yall think its so funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1216230676006116500-322120643980631784?l=tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/322120643980631784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/10/inside-into-my-conversation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1216230676006116500/posts/default/322120643980631784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1216230676006116500/posts/default/322120643980631784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/10/inside-into-my-conversation.html' title='Inside Into My Conversation'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12607968952005655289</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-1216230676006116500.post-996585001603691591</id><published>2009-10-18T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T14:57:47.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Talent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;New talent is about to jump off your computer screen. I just found out that one of the guys from my old school, just got a record deal. I looked him up on youtube cause I knew he had one song already, but to be signed man he's lucky. Actually he's pretty good at least someone gets to fufill their dreams. Maybe this could be an inspiration to thoughs of you who are reading right now. It's never to late or to early to start persueing what you want. Sean is only 13 and is on his way there right now, hope he makes it big, and I hope you do too. Remember you can do anything you set your mind to. You don't have to be rich or have all the resources in the world to accomplish what you want to do. Even if you don't blow up and you're only a local artist remember you still accomplished what you wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d1p--SdIcNA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d1p--SdIcNA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1216230676006116500-996585001603691591?l=tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/996585001603691591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-talent.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1216230676006116500/posts/default/996585001603691591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1216230676006116500/posts/default/996585001603691591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-talent.html' title='New Talent'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12607968952005655289</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-1216230676006116500.post-5241927475610856093</id><published>2009-09-03T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T18:37:58.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I'm so sorry about not posting in a long time, getting ready for school has been a hassle. I started my new school Alexander Dawson, its so awesome. There's no school bell, the teacher just dismisses. The lunches are delicious, they have water coolers in the hallway. We have a 7 day rotation schedule, its hard to remember, but I'll get it down sooner or later; most likely later. The only bad thing about it is there is absolutely no electronic devices out during instructional time. We have to turn in our cellphones to our homeroom teachers, if your caught with it not with your homeroom teacher you get into serious trouble. We also have a huge campus its easy to get lost, or be late for your class. &lt;div&gt;I also just got sworn into the Trail By Peers Program, this is a program to redirect kids that are going down the right path. Now I'm not the one that got into trouble. The Trail By Peers program has kid lawyers called peer counselors (that's what I am). The juries are made of kids who are completing the community service they were sentenced to. I love it its so much fun, its also community service. Well bye you guys see you later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1216230676006116500-5241927475610856093?l=tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/5241927475610856093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/09/update.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1216230676006116500/posts/default/5241927475610856093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1216230676006116500/posts/default/5241927475610856093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/09/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12607968952005655289</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-1216230676006116500.post-3248319637521942243</id><published>2009-08-02T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T18:30:37.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexander Dawson</title><content type='html'>Guess what people, guess what school i'm going to next year. I'll give you three hints, its expensive, is huge, and its private. I'm going to Alexander Dawson next year. I'm going to the one in Las Vegas cause of course I live there. I believe there is another location I want to say in Utah but don't believe me cause I probably am wrong. But the uniforms aren't the bad, and its a school for the arts. You guys know that's right up my alley. I hope you guys have a great school year. They put on seven plays a year and i want to be in at least 4 of them it would be awsome if I could be in all of them. The menue is like gorme' you guys should look up the school. Oh and i have like two new stores for everyone to go to, I'll blog about them later. Love you guys thanks for subscribing or just checking me out. Peace, and I hope you have a good school year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1216230676006116500-3248319637521942243?l=tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/3248319637521942243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/08/alexander-dawson.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1216230676006116500/posts/default/3248319637521942243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1216230676006116500/posts/default/3248319637521942243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/08/alexander-dawson.html' title='Alexander Dawson'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12607968952005655289</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-1216230676006116500.post-8911163350252463047</id><published>2009-07-20T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T16:16:00.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris Apologizes</title><content type='html'>     Omg Chris brown apologizes, watch and learn people when you know you've done wrong apologize. A lot of the time people forgive you. Ever since I saw Rihanna's face I've hated Chris for what he had done. I removed his music from my iPod and had an anti Chris poster on the back of my binder.&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n4SD6oBvbKY&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n4SD6oBvbKY&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1216230676006116500-8911163350252463047?l=tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/8911163350252463047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/chris-apologizes.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1216230676006116500/posts/default/8911163350252463047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1216230676006116500/posts/default/8911163350252463047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/chris-apologizes.html' title='Chris Apologizes'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12607968952005655289</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216230676006116500.post-1302930034540332427</id><published>2009-07-19T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T12:11:48.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://misseva05.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/harry-potter-and-the-half-blood-prince-20080320101218658_640w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 426px;" src="http://misseva05.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/harry-potter-and-the-half-blood-prince-20080320101218658_640w.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I've read the whole series of Harry Potter's, I can read these 800 page books in 3 days or less. So anyway I went to see the movie and well just like the book it basically just prepped you for the 7 movie. But you know the hyped the movie up so much I could see how disappointed the peeps who hadn't read the book were. And a lot of people didn't know that there was a seventh book out. The seventh book came out a very long time ago people, its the last book. &lt;div&gt;     But anyway sorry for not posting lately I was running out of things to post about. I hope that all you creative people catch your dreams. Wish you all luck, peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1216230676006116500-1302930034540332427?l=tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/1302930034540332427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-potter-and-half-blood-prince.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1216230676006116500/posts/default/1302930034540332427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1216230676006116500/posts/default/1302930034540332427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-potter-and-half-blood-prince.html' title='Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12607968952005655289</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216230676006116500.post-1881821945677695972</id><published>2009-07-12T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T16:53:09.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformers Revenge of the Fallen</title><content type='html'>I saw Transformers Revenge of the Fallen the first day it came out, my mom took me, my cousin, and my sister. I was so excited June 24 was the day I was anticipating, on a wednesday it came out. We went without my dad despite how much he said he wanted to see it. So today my dad and I went first time for him and the second time for me. Man we went in and came back out and there was a line for Transformers like it was the first day it came out. That movie must be getting great payments, and Megan Fox and Shi Labough must be getting PAID. The only bad thing was today the movie theater messed up and put Transformers on in the wrong theater. But hey that was the movie theaters fault. I give Transformers a rating of four and a half stars. You guys have to go and see it just to give you a taste of why you should go see it other than my personal opinion, here's the link to the trailer. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pcz6yAYDT4g"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pcz6yAYDT4g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1216230676006116500-1881821945677695972?l=tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/1881821945677695972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/transformers-revenge-of-fallen.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1216230676006116500/posts/default/1881821945677695972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1216230676006116500/posts/default/1881821945677695972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/transformers-revenge-of-fallen.html' title='Transformers Revenge of the Fallen'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12607968952005655289</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-1216230676006116500.post-3347901514652846368</id><published>2009-07-10T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T14:46:19.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's hard for kids to choose between summer and school, but they often won't admit it. It's hard to choose because during te school year everyone wants to get out of school. While during summer you just can't wait to get back into school. The reason for that is we want to be with our friends but we don't want to learn. And during summer break and the school year we either learn, or were not with our friends. And I would like to say that I'm one of those kids who likes to be in school. But that would be a lie I don't like to be in school just as much as any other kid; despite how good of a student I am. Sorry to toot my own horn, but toot toot. So its hard to find time in your summer to hang with your friends by your parents rule. Your friends won't always be with you. If you want to continue your relationship with them you should find the time to hang with them. And that's what's hard for me in the summer, I need to work on it. So if you have any ideas on what I should do comment and tell. Maybe I can throw a sleepover..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dazYSms2tu0/Sle2SueOCHI/AAAAAAAAADg/19RtIYVLwGk/s1600-h/259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356950714609174642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dazYSms2tu0/Sle2SueOCHI/AAAAAAAAADg/19RtIYVLwGk/s200/259.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my friend Aryn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dazYSms2tu0/Sle2SPV3mtI/AAAAAAAAADY/WFSOclezCtk/s1600-h/255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356950706252651218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dazYSms2tu0/Sle2SPV3mtI/AAAAAAAAADY/WFSOclezCtk/s200/255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My friend Angie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dazYSms2tu0/Sle2RzfXj2I/AAAAAAAAADQ/jf3y7Jnoaqc/s1600-h/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356950698776301410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dazYSms2tu0/Sle2RzfXj2I/AAAAAAAAADQ/jf3y7Jnoaqc/s200/058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and My friend Taylor on my 11 Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1216230676006116500-3347901514652846368?l=tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/3347901514652846368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/almost-bored.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1216230676006116500/posts/default/3347901514652846368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1216230676006116500/posts/default/3347901514652846368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/almost-bored.html' title='Almost Bored'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12607968952005655289</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dazYSms2tu0/Sle2SueOCHI/AAAAAAAAADg/19RtIYVLwGk/s72-c/259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216230676006116500.post-8615086554611879199</id><published>2009-07-08T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T15:42:37.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yogi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bluedogyoga.com/images/DSC_5136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.bluedogyoga.com/images/DSC_5136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crow Pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/upl1/1/12981/02_2009/79828da95dcff145_warrior2-500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 411px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/upl1/1/12981/02_2009/79828da95dcff145_warrior2-500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Worrier 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/4802264/2/istockphoto_4802264-airplane-pose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/4802264/2/istockphoto_4802264-airplane-pose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Airplane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok here's something about me that I bet you wouldn't guess in a million years, I'm a yogi. It was forced on by my dad. But don't tell him I actually do enjoy doing it. Although every other day I have pain all over my body. And everytime I walk up and down the stairs mu legs hurt, but its all good. Every day that i find time to do yoga in the morning for 30 min. after piano. I wish I had some pictures of me doing yoga but you know what, I don't know how to do yoga and take pics at the same time. but here are some pictures of poses I do on a regular basis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1216230676006116500-8615086554611879199?l=tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/8615086554611879199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/yogi.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1216230676006116500/posts/default/8615086554611879199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1216230676006116500/posts/default/8615086554611879199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/yogi.html' title='Yogi'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12607968952005655289</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-1216230676006116500.post-8229955505001052659</id><published>2009-07-07T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T16:23:12.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     I think some of you might need to learn more about me so lets start at before I got a blog. So here's some pics of my living space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dazYSms2tu0/SlPXhCwhy0I/AAAAAAAAADI/fYTNIxwQG0M/s1600-h/202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355861344549718850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dazYSms2tu0/SlPXhCwhy0I/AAAAAAAAADI/fYTNIxwQG0M/s200/202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok yes I play piano and here I am at the keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dazYSms2tu0/SlPXg7sx4WI/AAAAAAAAADA/2sipSrvpbiI/s1600-h/198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355861342654947682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dazYSms2tu0/SlPXg7sx4WI/AAAAAAAAADA/2sipSrvpbiI/s200/198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's my piano in my house.&lt;br /&gt;We actually have a room just for the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dazYSms2tu0/SlPXgSLo_vI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6oefU2yUA3E/s1600-h/276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355861331510099698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dazYSms2tu0/SlPXgSLo_vI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6oefU2yUA3E/s200/276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the door to my beloved room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's decorated with pictures and notes from my friends that I would put on my binder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dazYSms2tu0/SlPXf104kFI/AAAAAAAAACw/tNIYwmTU37I/s1600-h/275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355861323898458194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dazYSms2tu0/SlPXf104kFI/AAAAAAAAACw/tNIYwmTU37I/s200/275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some posters in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dazYSms2tu0/SlPXfSTfzmI/AAAAAAAAACo/JNG_otGjH4A/s1600-h/274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355861314363182690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dazYSms2tu0/SlPXfSTfzmI/AAAAAAAAACo/JNG_otGjH4A/s200/274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my whole room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1216230676006116500-8229955505001052659?l=tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/8229955505001052659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-think-some-of-you-might-need-to-learn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1216230676006116500/posts/default/8229955505001052659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1216230676006116500/posts/default/8229955505001052659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-think-some-of-you-might-need-to-learn.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12607968952005655289</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dazYSms2tu0/SlPXhCwhy0I/AAAAAAAAADI/fYTNIxwQG0M/s72-c/202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216230676006116500.post-123501953952982082</id><published>2009-07-06T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T15:05:06.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fourth of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Fourth of July was amazing here are some picks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dazYSms2tu0/SlJqT4mvY2I/AAAAAAAAABg/BrBJNm8_6OY/s1600-h/280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355459796741874530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dazYSms2tu0/SlJqT4mvY2I/AAAAAAAAABg/BrBJNm8_6OY/s200/280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little Sister Marley playing with my Big Cripple Cousin Drew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355460916021851778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dazYSms2tu0/SlJrVCP4doI/AAAAAAAAACA/vwg0ZUCyHh0/s200/278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy making some catfish. YUM!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dazYSms2tu0/SlJpc3P9GZI/AAAAAAAAABY/VcPxHxTex1Y/s1600-h/277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355458851485063570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dazYSms2tu0/SlJpc3P9GZI/AAAAAAAAABY/VcPxHxTex1Y/s200/277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TiTi (Aunt) with my little sis Marley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355458837660305762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dazYSms2tu0/SlJpcDv4CWI/AAAAAAAAABI/SMeDNESXg4s/s200/291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me shooting illeagals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dazYSms2tu0/SlJpcZNW1mI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dqDPkjtKDvA/s1600-h/293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355458843421103714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dazYSms2tu0/SlJpcZNW1mI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dqDPkjtKDvA/s200/293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me walking away from firework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355458826479244610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dazYSms2tu0/SlJpbaGGlUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gS7CJ93CUCk/s200/296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cripple cousin Drew shooting fireworks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dazYSms2tu0/SlJpbr0DDeI/AAAAAAAAABA/aXGO_9KVWbA/s1600-h/290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355458831235354082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dazYSms2tu0/SlJpbr0DDeI/AAAAAAAAABA/aXGO_9KVWbA/s200/290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew hopping away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355459814033900242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dazYSms2tu0/SlJqU5BewtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bKzXNrwXEyA/s200/284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always shoot the firecrackers that makes you go deaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355459804579836146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dazYSms2tu0/SlJqUVzdMPI/AAAAAAAAABo/hV5utDEMUHo/s200/302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the end of the night my neighbor brought out this baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355459811593358162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dazYSms2tu0/SlJqUv7nC1I/AAAAAAAAABw/yo5L3klXv28/s200/304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the night Mr. Grasshoper wanted to join the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1216230676006116500-123501953952982082?l=tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/123501953952982082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-fourth-of-july.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1216230676006116500/posts/default/123501953952982082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1216230676006116500/posts/default/123501953952982082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-fourth-of-july.html' title='My Fourth of July'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12607968952005655289</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dazYSms2tu0/SlJqT4mvY2I/AAAAAAAAABg/BrBJNm8_6OY/s72-c/280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216230676006116500.post-7537876397658719892</id><published>2009-07-05T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T11:06:33.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Fourth Pics Today</title><content type='html'>Hey you guys I know I promised I'd give you pictures from my fourth of July. But I have the pics but I'm at my cousins house so I can't upload here. I'll give you the pictures tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1216230676006116500-7537876397658719892?l=tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/7537876397658719892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-fourth-pics-today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1216230676006116500/posts/default/7537876397658719892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1216230676006116500/posts/default/7537876397658719892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-fourth-pics-today.html' title='No Fourth Pics Today'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12607968952005655289</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-1216230676006116500.post-8196266905279248656</id><published>2009-07-04T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T11:20:28.376-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ready'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gettin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fourth of July'/><title type='text'>Gettin Ready</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://haynesappersonfestival.org/photographing_fireworks_image-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 387px" alt="" src="http://haynesappersonfestival.org/photographing_fireworks_image-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we go one of the best holiday's in the world in my opinion is today. The &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fourth of July!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I got to get ready for shooting the fireworks. And yes I do shoot the fireworks, its fun. My mom gets scared out of her mind. Shooting fireworks is fun if you know what your doing. Last year this bozo didn't know you had to put the classic fireworks(the ones that you see at public parties all the time) in the tube they came with. So this guy puts it on the ground and lights them, so sparks fly everywhere. He wasn't aloud to touch the fireworks for the rest of the night (including the sparklers). So get ready for tomorrow cause your going to get to see a whole bunch of pictures from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My Fourth of July!!!!!!!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1216230676006116500-8196266905279248656?l=tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/8196266905279248656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/gettin-ready.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1216230676006116500/posts/default/8196266905279248656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1216230676006116500/posts/default/8196266905279248656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/gettin-ready.html' title='Gettin Ready'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12607968952005655289</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-1216230676006116500.post-855855945288776368</id><published>2009-07-03T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T12:10:34.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rapping About Life</title><content type='html'>Eminem, man you know this man is a genious at rapping. He is my favorite rapper, you know why? It's because he raps about his life, it's not (no offense to Soulja Boy) telling that you got out the bed, then got in your car, and looked in the mirror. He is telling about drugs, death, who he is, his problems with his wife, and how much he loves his daughter Hailey. This is real stuff that's why I love him as a rapper.&lt;br /&gt;Now I posted this becasue I was on Youtube watching some of his video's (the old ones). And I clicked on "When I'm Gone" by Eminem, and cried at the video. I have heard and recited this song so many times. But actually watching the hurt in his and Hailey's eyes. What he said Hailey said to him it is just moving. "I followed you dad, you said you weren't leaving. You lied to me dad, and now you make mommy sad. I just wanted to give you this coin it says #1 Dad. Now go out there and show em' you love em' more than us." Man that's what made me break down. Well here is the link to see the video "When I'm Gone" by Eminem.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zHv9eL8GhbE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zHv9eL8GhbE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1216230676006116500-855855945288776368?l=tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/855855945288776368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/rapping.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1216230676006116500/posts/default/855855945288776368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1216230676006116500/posts/default/855855945288776368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/rapping.html' title='Rapping About Life'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12607968952005655289</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-1216230676006116500.post-5259573944097426327</id><published>2009-07-03T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T09:59:50.762-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady GaGa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Cover of the Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dazYSms2tu0/Sk44y9053QI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JafesmRO4rw/s1600-h/Lady+Gaga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354279455231171842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dazYSms2tu0/Sk44y9053QI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JafesmRO4rw/s320/Lady+Gaga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;     You know people always say that you shouldn't judge a book by its cover. And its true you know you really shouldn't, and it would be a perfect world if people didn't. But that's not reality, this isn't a perfect world people judge you buy your outside apearance everyday all day. So that's why people obsess over there bodies getting things done like botox to look good. Girls start wishing they looked like the girls on t.v. when they should be happy with themselves. That's why I feel like you should wear what you want, what makes you feel good and nobody else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;     I wanted to introduce you guys (well I don't know her for reals but if you don't know her) to Lady GaGa. The lady who gets critized by the paparazi on the way she dresses day in and day out. When all she wants to do is be herself and feel good in what's she's wearing. This is a perfect example of a person who doesn't care what other people think. She does what my dad always says to do "Do you." So it doesn't matter if your crush says your outfit is wack; or the popular girl says that shirt was so last year. Because you should be "Doing you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;     I know I might be contradicting myself in frasing this in the way i'm going to, but here's a tip. When you think you look good in what your wearing other people start to think you look good in what your wearing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1216230676006116500-5259573944097426327?l=tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/5259573944097426327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/cover-of-book.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1216230676006116500/posts/default/5259573944097426327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1216230676006116500/posts/default/5259573944097426327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/cover-of-book.html' title='The Cover of the Book'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12607968952005655289</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dazYSms2tu0/Sk44y9053QI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JafesmRO4rw/s72-c/Lady+Gaga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1216230676006116500.post-343375588326860181</id><published>2009-07-02T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T16:37:17.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and the King of Pop</title><content type='html'>Hey its me Tweenkie, your probably wondering why my new blog is called Tweenkies for Breakfast, and why I'm called Tweenkie. Well no I don't like Twenkies ok I'll never eat those as long as I live, they're to made up and discuting. But I'm called Tweenkie because I'm a tween and I'm sweet (most of the time). The blog is called Tweenkies for Breakfast cause its all about breaking the worlds rules of your always supposed to be sad, depressed, mad at yourself and the world along with everyone in it. So I'm breaking all those rules and living my life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a native of Las Vegas and I've lived in this insanley hot place for 12 years now. I play piano, act, and sing. I'm pretty good at all of it, at least that's what I'm told by other people. So as you have probably guessed June 25, 2009, was a devistating day for all of us. The day the King of Pop died, a day I thought wouldn't die for years to come. What BET did was special, something I'd never forget. Everyone had Michael Jackson attire on, and every person who recieved an award thanked Michael. There where many tributes, in many forms from attire, performances, and Janet Jackson coming up to tell us about her brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;May the King Of Pop Rest In Peace!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps. Jamie was a great host!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Go to this link if you want to see Jamie Foxx's Moon Walk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=glVCLAZUDVM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=glVCLAZUDVM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1216230676006116500-343375588326860181?l=tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/feeds/343375588326860181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/me-and-king-of-pop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1216230676006116500/posts/default/343375588326860181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1216230676006116500/posts/default/343375588326860181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweenkiesforbreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/me-and-king-of-pop.html' title='Me and the King of Pop'/><author><name>Kenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12607968952005655289</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></feed>
