<?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-9018404079796958128</id><updated>2011-12-04T06:38:36.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lauren Lavon</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-134603433091145928</id><published>2010-07-07T10:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T10:34:15.625-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>So I've graduated! Yes, we did it class of 2010! I can't believe I'm graduated! I don't feel old enough to be, but I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy how fast things go by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-134603433091145928?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/134603433091145928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=134603433091145928' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/134603433091145928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/134603433091145928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2010/07/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-4134979322306407615</id><published>2010-03-03T12:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T12:18:36.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while!</title><content type='html'>Wow has it been a long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost graduated now. I will be in May. Also Prom is soon and I am going with my lovely boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-4134979322306407615?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/4134979322306407615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=4134979322306407615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/4134979322306407615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/4134979322306407615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while!'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-6839491349701419781</id><published>2009-03-30T19:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:30:28.282-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshop</title><content type='html'>These are pictures I've edited on Photoshop. I still need practice.  (Click on the pic for bigger view)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SdFxR_ceBII/AAAAAAAAANQ/meNPVAdRiNg/s1600-h/DSCN3010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319157188803822722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 346px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SdFxR_ceBII/AAAAAAAAANQ/meNPVAdRiNg/s400/DSCN3010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SdFwsOR6WHI/AAAAAAAAANI/ARBce0ukmiw/s1600-h/DSCN2970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319156539951044722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SdFwsOR6WHI/AAAAAAAAANI/ARBce0ukmiw/s400/DSCN2970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SdFwsMMqJ0I/AAAAAAAAANA/zB7eWsRBZyM/s1600-h/DSCN3161black_and_white_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319156539392141122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SdFwsMMqJ0I/AAAAAAAAANA/zB7eWsRBZyM/s400/DSCN3161black_and_white_copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SdFwr6TH-OI/AAAAAAAAAM4/WqPYo8e5uN8/s1600-h/DSCN2879_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319156534587422946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SdFwr6TH-OI/AAAAAAAAAM4/WqPYo8e5uN8/s400/DSCN2879_copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&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/9018404079796958128-6839491349701419781?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/6839491349701419781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=6839491349701419781' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/6839491349701419781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/6839491349701419781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2009/03/photoshop.html' title='Photoshop'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SdFxR_ceBII/AAAAAAAAANQ/meNPVAdRiNg/s72-c/DSCN3010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-3480404068256085814</id><published>2009-03-01T11:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T11:30:43.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheila's Fabulous New Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SarUGpZCkFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/HocOKmNaMqU/s1600-h/sheilas+new+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308288321464733778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SarUGpZCkFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/HocOKmNaMqU/s400/sheilas+new+hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, So I cut this girls hair and I want to know what you all think! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-3480404068256085814?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/3480404068256085814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=3480404068256085814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/3480404068256085814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/3480404068256085814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2009/03/sheilas-fabulous-new-hair.html' title='Sheila&apos;s Fabulous New Hair'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SarUGpZCkFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/HocOKmNaMqU/s72-c/sheilas+new+hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-1379618494420408398</id><published>2009-02-19T18:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:52:30.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Option Method</title><content type='html'>Well, wow it's been a while! I just thought I'd tell everyone about this great site that has really helped me. It is &lt;a href="http://www.optionmethodnetwork.com/dialogues/dialoguequestions.htm"&gt;http://www.optionmethodnetwork.com/&lt;/a&gt; It's questions you ask yourself to really get down to what is bothering you so you can help yourself or get help. It's simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the questions and examples from the site (visit the site for more help!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first question:“What am I unhappy about?”&lt;br /&gt;Personalize this question. Substitute the word unhappy in this question for one that best expresses the bad feeling you have that you would like to change. For instance, you may be feeling worried about something. If so, you would ask yourself, “What am I worried about?” Clarify your answer. Narrow it down. If, for example, your initial answer to the first question is something like, “I’m worried about my health,” that is a very broad answer. You need to narrow it down and be as specific as possible. The closer you get to the core of your feelings, the closer you become to your true heart. The second Option question will help you to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The second question:“What is it about that, that makes me unhappy?”&lt;br /&gt;Using the previous example of “worrying about my health”, you would now ask yourself, “What is it about my health that I am worried?” Be as specific as possible. There are other ways of asking this question, such as, “What about my health worries (bothers, frightens, angers, saddens) me the most?” Your answer may be something like “I know that I don’t take care of my health enough. I eat too much of the wrong foods, and I don’t get enough exercise. I’m going to become sick if keep this up.” Another way to ask this question might be, “If that were to happen, what would I be most afraid of?” or “If that were to happen, what would be the worst thing about it?” In other words, “If I were to become sick, what would be the worst thing about it?” Remember the answers to these questions are as diverse as we are. The purpose of the questions is to help you get in touch with your reasons. This brings us to the next Option question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third question:“Why am I unhappy about that?”&lt;br /&gt;You ask yourself this question when you are satisfied that you have clearly identified, to the best of your ability, what it is specifically that is bothering you the most at this time. It is a simple question, but let’s make sure you understand it. “Why” means “for what reason.” This is one of the most important questions you may ever ask yourself. This question prompts you to recognize that you have your own very personal reason for feeling the way you feel. Often we get so caught up in our emotions that we have completely forgotten we are not actually feeling this way against our will. This wonderful, simple question gives you a renewed opportunity to begin your own self-enlightenment.&lt;br /&gt;To apply this question to our example you would ask, “Why am I worried about getting sick?” In other words, “What is my reason for worrying about becoming unhealthy?” or “What would I be afraid of or what would it mean to me if I got sick?” At some point you will find yourself feeling as if you don’t know why, that you just always have been unhappy (our model word, remember) about it, or it would seem natural to be unhappy under such circumstances. Perhaps you are not aware of any reason. You may feel somewhat dumb struck or stuck. This is a natural phenomenon that takes place as we become more aware of our true selves. At this time we are on the threshold of self re-discovery. When this happens, it is time to move on to the fourth question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth question:“What am I afraid it would mean if I were not unhappy about that?”&lt;br /&gt;Another way of asking this question is, “What am I afraid would happen if I were not unhappy about that?” This is an extraordinary question, one you may very well have never heard before. Repeat it a few times. You may at first simply feel that this a ridiculous question and that’s natural, but let this question into your heart and it will awaken you. Your initial response may be something like, “Well, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t mean anything, I’d just be happy.” If so, you’re not really asking yourself the question. Ask again. You see, since nothing has been actually forcing you to feel the way you don’t like to feel, then up until now you must have had a reason for feeling this way. Until now, you have not exposed or questioned your reasons. You have assumed someone else’s belief, affirmed it and re-created as your own. When? It does not matter. What truly matters now is that through this question you embark on your own spiritual adventure.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, embrace the question,“What am I afraid it would mean if I were not unhappy about that?”&lt;br /&gt;After you have written down or spoken aloud your answer you will be ready for the final Option question. Take your time. Be satisfied with your answer. If you’re feeling a bit confused or uncertain, go back to the first question. It’s impossible to get lost on your own path. Use the questions as a tool, a flashlight, to light the pathway back to the truth in your own heart. Like the taste in your own mouth, only you can experience it and really know it. Be patient with yourself. You have spent a lifetime establishing and developing beliefs that you have never questioned in this way before. The Option questions, though seemingly simple, are new and foreign to you. Don’t rush it.&lt;br /&gt;You may answer this question with something like, “It would mean I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t care,” or “It would mean I was crazy.” Or to use our example, you may answer, “If I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t worried about being sick I’m afraid that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t do anything to improve my lifestyle and health now.” This answer shows how you are preferring and choosing to be worried because if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;weren&lt;/span&gt;’t it would mean you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t take care of yourself. These kinds of beliefs are at the core of all unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ask this final question now:“Why do you believe it would mean that?”&lt;br /&gt;In other words,“Why do I believe that being happy would be bad for me right now?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, I strongly encourage you to visit the website!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-1379618494420408398?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/1379618494420408398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=1379618494420408398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/1379618494420408398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/1379618494420408398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2009/02/option-method.html' title='The Option Method'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-4805487473837618795</id><published>2008-10-11T14:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:20:33.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Host and Other Ramblings.</title><content type='html'>So besides my continuous boredom, I have been reading the Host. The book has me completely engrossed. My nail biting habit had seceded until i became fascinated with the book. It's crazy how emotionally attached you can be involved in a book. When she's hungry, I'm hungry. When she's heartbroken, I'm heartbroken. I would very much recommend this book to everyone. (Although some people have told me they couldn't get into it.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-4805487473837618795?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/4805487473837618795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=4805487473837618795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/4805487473837618795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/4805487473837618795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2008/10/host-and-other-ramblings.html' title='The Host and Other Ramblings.'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-376087842351199496</id><published>2008-07-31T16:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T16:46:46.295-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Locks of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Before: &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SJJAwXN3nGI/AAAAAAAAAIg/zrh7njOlVYU/s1600-h/GetAttachment56465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229313316940651618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SJJAwXN3nGI/AAAAAAAAAIg/zrh7njOlVYU/s320/GetAttachment56465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As terrified as i was sitting in the chair at the salon i went through with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great trial to cut off all that hair, and i'm very proud of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I even like my hair short! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SJJAab3DmxI/AAAAAAAAAIY/pOIfDDuGu-o/s1600-h/GetAttachment21654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229312940230023954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SJJAab3DmxI/AAAAAAAAAIY/pOIfDDuGu-o/s320/GetAttachment21654.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After:&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/9018404079796958128-376087842351199496?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/376087842351199496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=376087842351199496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/376087842351199496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/376087842351199496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2008/07/locks-of-love.html' title='Locks of Love'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SJJAwXN3nGI/AAAAAAAAAIg/zrh7njOlVYU/s72-c/GetAttachment56465.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-8243395583063138758</id><published>2008-07-24T20:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T20:49:26.351-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What My Mother Doesn't Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SIk4vb9qg0I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zmEMgaifpXQ/s1600-h/WHAT%2520MY%2520MOTHER%2520DOESN%27T%2520KNOW%2520COVER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226771230151574338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="286" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SIk4vb9qg0I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zmEMgaifpXQ/s400/WHAT%2520MY%2520MOTHER%2520DOESN%27T%2520KNOW%2520COVER.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So basically my blog is turning into a good book corner. The thing I HATE about books is that when you have a really good book you just can't stop! I read this book in about 2 hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't read this book if:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. you're a boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. if you hate poetry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. you hate what teenage girls talk about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this book is all poems, but it has to be one of my favorites. Every poem catches the moment perfectly and makes you want more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....if only I had a Murphey.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-8243395583063138758?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/8243395583063138758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=8243395583063138758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/8243395583063138758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/8243395583063138758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-my-mother-doesnt-know.html' title='What My Mother Doesn&apos;t Know'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SIk4vb9qg0I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zmEMgaifpXQ/s72-c/WHAT%2520MY%2520MOTHER%2520DOESN%27T%2520KNOW%2520COVER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-6100848442341751957</id><published>2008-07-24T19:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T20:43:54.367-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside Jokes... and got to be there moments!</title><content type='html'>I know that these stories may not make any sense or be funny, maybe you just had to be there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ATTRACTIVE UTENSIL:&lt;br /&gt;Mel and I were at Keenans house texting eachother from across the room so no one could hear. Mel was telling me how cute he was and i called him a fork instead of a dork, stupid predictive text, anyway, she said that he was one attractive untensil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT STOP IDAHO!:&lt;br /&gt;Mel and I invited our friend Zaq to a party on the last day of school. Leave it to Zaq to get lost. I had to run around the neighbor hood trying to find him, what a pain! But, some how we started joking that on the way home he was going to get lost and end up in Idaho and that I would have to drive up there to save him. Every time we get lost we say we're going to Idaho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SHOE:&lt;br /&gt;This has to be one of the funniest stories! Mel decides that she wants to see how high her shoe will fly in the air at smiths. I laughed thinking that she was just kidding then i see her flip-flop flying in the air and lands on top of the ledge above the cheese. She had to get on my shoulders and get her shoe off the top, all while my pants are falling down and I can't pull them up cuz she's on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*HIGH FIVE*!:&lt;br /&gt;So I went on a date with a friend, who will not be named because of the situation, and it came time to go home. He was walking me to the door then all the sudden he's like HIGH FIVE! I probably had this stunned look on my face.. but i just hugged him instead now we always are like HIGH FIVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-6100848442341751957?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/6100848442341751957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=6100848442341751957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/6100848442341751957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/6100848442341751957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2008/07/inside-jokes-and-got-to-be-there.html' title='Inside Jokes... and got to be there moments!'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-1467002745949651009</id><published>2008-06-01T12:04:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T12:20:44.392-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Reasons I'd be a Nerd's Perfect Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can talk about video games with them, and know what the heck I'm talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will &lt;em&gt;play &lt;/em&gt;video games with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will drag them into a video store to see if a game has come out yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Math is by far my favorite subject in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I like to talk about Quantum Physics, ya, I know what that is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was in Honors Chemistry, and I understood what was being taught. I even got an A- on the EOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm the kind of girl who brings up History at a party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't miss a day of school because that is a day without learning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have my own blog, and I know how to format it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know all the words to Weird Al's &lt;em&gt;White and Nerdy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-1467002745949651009?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/1467002745949651009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=1467002745949651009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/1467002745949651009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/1467002745949651009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2008/06/top-10-reasons-id-be-nerds-favorite.html' title='Top 10 Reasons I&apos;d be a Nerd&apos;s Perfect Date'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-2761219949992885602</id><published>2008-03-22T11:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T11:06:27.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>Usually I go to one person for advice. What do you do when that person is the one that hurt you this time? I don't know if I am jealous or hurt or what. I'm very confused. Never in my life has one thing happened to me like a hundred times. Okay, that was an exaggeration. But it's happened like 3 times in the past year. Some of you may be confused (If any one even reads this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I annoy my mom when I have no one to talk to. I got home from work at 8, basically I didn't stop talking until 12. Can life be any more hurtful?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-2761219949992885602?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/2761219949992885602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=2761219949992885602' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/2761219949992885602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/2761219949992885602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2008/03/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-5399759389293413219</id><published>2008-03-16T11:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T11:44:28.325-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The 13th Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/R91cdImfk_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/WPlDSUXvGqg/s1600-h/13th%2BRealityCoverARC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178396802140836850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/R91cdImfk_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/WPlDSUXvGqg/s400/13th%2BRealityCoverARC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if every time you made a choice that had a significant consequence, a new, alternate reality was created — the life that would've been had you made the other choice? What if those new realities were in danger? What if it fell to you to save all the realities?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atticus Higginbottom, a.k.a. Tick, is an average thirteen-year-old boy until the day a strange letter arrives in his mailbox. Postmarked from Alaska and cryptically signed with the initials "M.G.," the letter informs Tick that dangerous--perhaps even deadly — events have been set in motion that could result in the destruction of reality itself. M.G. promises to send Tick twelve riddles that will reveal on a certain day, at a certain time, at a certain place, something extraordinary will happen. Will Tick have the courage to follow the twelve clues M.G. sends to him? Will he be able to solve the riddles in time? Will Tick discover the life he was meant to live?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first volume of an outstanding new fantasy series, The Journal of Curious Letters is filled with adventure, humor, riddles, and, oh, yes — danger. . . As M.G. warns Tick, Very frightening things are coming your way. Will you join Tick and his friends on an amazing journey through the Realities? What will your choice be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-5399759389293413219?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/5399759389293413219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=5399759389293413219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/5399759389293413219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/5399759389293413219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2008/03/13th-reality.html' title='The 13th Reality'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/R91cdImfk_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/WPlDSUXvGqg/s72-c/13th%2BRealityCoverARC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-3813264690721546943</id><published>2008-02-29T23:57:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T00:02:22.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In a past entry I talked about how our choices affect others so much. &lt;a href="http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2007/12/choices.html"&gt;http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2007/12/choices.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you been thinking about it?? Hmm..??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have even more with driving. If you chose to drink and drive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's your fault if someone dies. How sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;would that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember you're not the only one involved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with your consequences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/9018404079796958128-3813264690721546943?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/3813264690721546943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=3813264690721546943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/3813264690721546943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/3813264690721546943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2008/02/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-5796500142257044595</id><published>2008-02-02T20:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T16:14:07.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gateway Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/R7N5mS0ZLqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DJ290Q92xE4/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/R7N5mS0ZLqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DJ290Q92xE4/s200/scan0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166606896317673122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I am sure all of you have been to the Gateway mall at least once in your life. It's even better with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Keenan, Melissa, and I took an adventure on the bus to the gate way mall. For starters the guy on the bus was a creepy old guy. He was talking to Keenan about his 2 girlfriends. (That would be us lol) He asked all 3 of us how old we were and such. He really didn't believe that I was 16 what a weirdo, I don't look 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/R7N5my0ZLrI/AAAAAAAAAHk/l3hQ-6hDJ1w/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/R7N5my0ZLrI/AAAAAAAAAHk/l3hQ-6hDJ1w/s200/scan0003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166606904907607730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second: Arcade&lt;br /&gt;After Keenan and I raced we thought Melissa should play a game too. So she gets on the motorcycle and tries to ride. I laughed so hard. No offense Mel, but you are not good at video games. Some how she placed 3rd place between 2 people. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/R64oDi0ZLoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/cU3a-e86o5M/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165109863991815810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/R64oDi0ZLoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/cU3a-e86o5M/s200/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third: Massage Chairs&lt;br /&gt;Well, there is always free samples somewhere you just have to find them right? Some how Keenan knew where the free 10 minute massage chairs were so we decided that is how we would end our adventure before we had to take the bus home. Let's just say we all had a hard time leaving haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-5796500142257044595?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/5796500142257044595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=5796500142257044595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/5796500142257044595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/5796500142257044595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2008/02/gateway-adventure.html' title='The Gateway Adventure'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/R7N5mS0ZLqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DJ290Q92xE4/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-1054031089509434494</id><published>2008-01-31T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T20:53:10.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/R6KXgw98ObI/AAAAAAAAAF8/bcS3Yc15HhM/s1600-h/jetta.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/R6KXgw98ObI/AAAAAAAAAF8/bcS3Yc15HhM/s400/jetta.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161854712076319154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! So driving is pretty much amazing! I get all tense when my dad is in the car. That pic is pretty much the car I am planning on buying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-1054031089509434494?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/1054031089509434494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=1054031089509434494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/1054031089509434494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/1054031089509434494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2008/01/driving.html' title='Driving!'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/R6KXgw98ObI/AAAAAAAAAF8/bcS3Yc15HhM/s72-c/jetta.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-203023582464095566</id><published>2008-01-19T12:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T12:50:11.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sister's Wedding</title><content type='html'>So all went pretty well. Wasn't how I thought it would be, but it was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/R5JNyOfRJ-I/AAAAAAAAADU/-nnhu_dmyDQ/s1600-h/ashleeswedding+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157270048570681314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/R5JNyOfRJ-I/AAAAAAAAADU/-nnhu_dmyDQ/s400/ashleeswedding+137.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and her new husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/R5JOnufRJ_I/AAAAAAAAADc/w4JfeMGMhmw/s1600-h/ashleeswedding+181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157270967693682674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/R5JOnufRJ_I/AAAAAAAAADc/w4JfeMGMhmw/s400/ashleeswedding+181.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and all her brides maids.(Left: Shellie, Middle left: My sister Tarrin, Middle right: Me Right: not sure...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/R5JQYufRKAI/AAAAAAAAADk/9h3dlFf6WHA/s1600-h/ashleeswedding+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157272909018900482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/R5JQYufRKAI/AAAAAAAAADk/9h3dlFf6WHA/s400/ashleeswedding+015.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nieces Shaylee and Kimberlee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/R5JQZOfRKBI/AAAAAAAAADs/ncSXjUYalfU/s1600-h/ashleeswedding+164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157272917608835090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/R5JQZOfRKBI/AAAAAAAAADs/ncSXjUYalfU/s400/ashleeswedding+164.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me blowing bubbles with the little ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/R5JQaOfRKDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wbmPEM68REY/s1600-h/ashleeswedding+188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157272934788704306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/R5JQaOfRKDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wbmPEM68REY/s400/ashleeswedding+188.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/R5JQaufRKEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5I5et3wPZio/s1600-h/ashleeswedding+251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157272943378638914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/R5JQaufRKEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5I5et3wPZio/s400/ashleeswedding+251.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me dancing with my little brother&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-203023582464095566?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/203023582464095566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=203023582464095566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/203023582464095566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/203023582464095566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-sisters-wedding.html' title='My Sister&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/R5JNyOfRJ-I/AAAAAAAAADU/-nnhu_dmyDQ/s72-c/ashleeswedding+137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-5116321813568515060</id><published>2008-01-16T16:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T16:18:55.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/R46PQOfRJ8I/AAAAAAAAADE/jnmrd_bkNns/s1600-h/2007+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156216132315719618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/R46PQOfRJ8I/AAAAAAAAADE/jnmrd_bkNns/s400/2007+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So these are my two cute puppies that I thought I would share with you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did my speech in English today, which I got 25/25 on by the way! It went good! I was so amazed! I wasn't comfortable at first but the I was fine after I started talking about NUAMES.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Other news: I got a job at K-Mart and it is now official that I am going to California in April! Yay sunshine! haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also I am not happy the semester is ending. I loved my classes the way they were. Change is good I guess though. I do have 2 classes with friends this next semester instead of one so I guess that is a plus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My sister's (Ashlee) wedding is on Friday and my other sister (Tarrin) flies in tomorrow, which I am way excited about. I got a really pretty dress, I'll post pictures after the wedding. I also have to play the violin in it. Yikes! For any of you out there that don't know I am really not good with playing in front of a large group by my self. I hope I do well, I wouldn't want to screw up her wedding.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-5116321813568515060?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/5116321813568515060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=5116321813568515060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/5116321813568515060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/5116321813568515060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='...&amp;hearts;'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/R46PQOfRJ8I/AAAAAAAAADE/jnmrd_bkNns/s72-c/2007+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-5437118032740473728</id><published>2008-01-06T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T12:59:24.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KO2</title><content type='html'>Last night I was thinking about a lot of things, and I guess I forgot to tell you guys I joined a club at school. It's called KO2 which stands for Knock Out Oppression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;op·pres·sion&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;an act or instance of oppressing (to keep down by severe&lt;br /&gt;and unjust use of force or authority.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;We try to help people accept others as they are. This is why I have been very angry about stereotypes lately. There are many other things that people judge upon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) Faith or Religion&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) Sexual Orientation &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) Appearance&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) Ability&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5) Age and Gender&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are also many ways that they avoid you and other things. But I want all you to know that I am not a judgemental person and you can tell me anything. Really, anything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-5437118032740473728?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/5437118032740473728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=5437118032740473728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/5437118032740473728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/5437118032740473728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2008/01/ko2.html' title='KO2'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-7905351205590587363</id><published>2008-01-01T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T12:03:48.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years</title><content type='html'>Ok well last night was way fun. Not what I expected but it was still way fun! Sheepi haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a great new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-7905351205590587363?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/7905351205590587363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=7905351205590587363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/7905351205590587363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/7905351205590587363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-years.html' title='New Years'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-2300320328857991904</id><published>2007-12-24T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T17:49:31.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Christmas!</title><content type='html'>So, it's Christmas eve and I have no idea what I have gotten for Christmas. I guess the best present is to be with your family; my brother and his wife are up for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a great Christmas and a fabulous new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that it's almost the new year because I have had one heck of a year. I think everything that could possibly have happened did. At least we all get new starts right? What are some of your guys resolutions? I have no idea what mine will be this year but, it will be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all you guys to death, I hope you know that! Happy Holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-2300320328857991904?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/2300320328857991904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=2300320328857991904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/2300320328857991904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/2300320328857991904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-christmas.html' title='Happy Christmas!'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-8475843857940475012</id><published>2007-12-21T18:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T17:52:31.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stereotypes</title><content type='html'>Let me just say this: Stereotypes are a big problem in our society today, especially with &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; generation. Every day I get put in a new stereotype because of what I wear, what I say, and how I do my make-up. You &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to be kidding me! I'm emo one day, prep the next, nerd/geek the third day of the week? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am who I am, not a title.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a speech coming up in English and I have chosen Stereotypes as my topic. This needs to stop and all you guys can help fight against this dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Open Your Eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Ines Hedzic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can we not accept each other?&lt;br /&gt;Accept that we are all so different and will always be?&lt;br /&gt;Why can we not love the differences that make up you and me?&lt;br /&gt;The differences are what make us creatures of wonder…what sets us apart…&lt;br /&gt;How boring would it be if we were all the same?&lt;br /&gt;So don’t blame but embrace our race…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you be the reason that makes us cry our eyes out at night&lt;br /&gt;Until we fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel, if you were in our shoes…every day?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t say anything to me&lt;br /&gt;That you would not want to be said to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop prejudging and stereotyping me&lt;br /&gt;Before I have even opened my mouth&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t you listen?&lt;br /&gt;Why? Will you ever stop being so ignorant?&lt;br /&gt;And open your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;For once, at least, could you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be the person that makes me feel insecure&lt;br /&gt;Ruining my confidence&lt;br /&gt;Stepping on it&lt;br /&gt;As if it were trash&lt;br /&gt;It feels like a knife&lt;br /&gt;Stabbing at my heart&lt;br /&gt;Until it ruptures under all the pressure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be the person that does this to me&lt;br /&gt;Because in the end&lt;br /&gt;It will all come back to you&lt;br /&gt;All that you did to us&lt;br /&gt;Will be done to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-8475843857940475012?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/8475843857940475012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=8475843857940475012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/8475843857940475012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/8475843857940475012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2007/12/stereotypes.html' title='Stereotypes'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-256153744896001023</id><published>2007-12-17T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T15:19:58.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend</title><content type='html'>My weekend consisted of two amazing things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First: Dan's Party. It was so fun! I had a blast! I won Apples to Apples! Haha Suckers! Thanks so much for inviting me Dan! I will get you your present soon, don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second: The dance. Wow it was boring! I am so glad we left. Bowling was a blast and so was the arcade! haha...Anyone remember Will Kent?! He works at Orchard Bowl! I can't imagine a better first date or with a better guy! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-256153744896001023?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/256153744896001023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=256153744896001023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/256153744896001023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/256153744896001023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-weekend.html' title='My Weekend'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-7665680089021573007</id><published>2007-12-09T20:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T17:07:00.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>As a people I feel like we take other peoples choices for granted. The only decisions in our life aren't just ours; we care too much about having our rights to do what we want when our decisions affect others more then they do us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about these situations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if my parents never met because my dad never got the job at the gas station. Where would that leave me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I never found out about NUAMES? [right Mandy (BETTER?) and Ines?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if my parents decided to not move to Centerville? What if we never got the house in Centerville? [right Dan and Levi?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if my variance got rejected to Bountiful Jr.? [right Matt and Andre`(even though we would have met anyway)?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the biggest question of all: What if my parents never moved us to Utah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this year we should care more about what others choose to do and think about how our choices are affecting people. But we all have to remember that we have to do the stuff we feel too, because what if that person is gone soon?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-7665680089021573007?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/7665680089021573007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=7665680089021573007' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/7665680089021573007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/7665680089021573007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2007/12/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-8506526677722474303</id><published>2007-12-08T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T17:09:49.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mandy + Lauren</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/R1syQqJpJWI/AAAAAAAAABw/Ovqc7nyJLWA/s1600-h/Lauren%2Band%2BMandy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/R1syQqJpJWI/AAAAAAAAABw/Ovqc7nyJLWA/s400/Lauren%2Band%2BMandy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141758661347583330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-8506526677722474303?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/8506526677722474303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=8506526677722474303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/8506526677722474303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/8506526677722474303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2007/12/mandy-lauren.html' title='Mandy + Lauren'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/R1syQqJpJWI/AAAAAAAAABw/Ovqc7nyJLWA/s72-c/Lauren%2Band%2BMandy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-3496642727283810170</id><published>2007-12-06T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T15:32:17.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New friends...</title><content type='html'>It's crazy isn't it how friends are made? I love having friends, I guess most people do though. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"A friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself. -Jim Morrison "&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would describe my friends so my peeps could get a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melissa:&lt;/strong&gt; She is a sweet girl. Reminds me a lot of Mandy....just not as hyper. She's taller then I am (probably 5'6) and she has shoulder length blond hair. She is very thin and has little arm muscles (hahaha). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breanne:&lt;/strong&gt; Is emo in a way. She has redish streaks and short hair. She loves firm grapes(hahahaha). She loves Invader Zim like me :}!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-3496642727283810170?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/3496642727283810170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=3496642727283810170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/3496642727283810170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/3496642727283810170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-friends.html' title='New friends...'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-1405326899042075843</id><published>2007-12-05T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T15:11:43.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first B day....</title><content type='html'>Today was a little more lonely. I don't think I have ever felt so lonely. I was glad to see Melissa and Breanne at lunch today. I have never been hit on some many times in one day, I have to say. From the start of the day when this kid in my 5th period decided it best to have the whole class know that he thinks I'm hot to the end of the day when I was walking through the parking lot and people were honking at me. What a weird bunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-1405326899042075843?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/1405326899042075843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=1405326899042075843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/1405326899042075843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/1405326899042075843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-first-b-day.html' title='My first B day....'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-7254347866283966341</id><published>2007-12-04T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T17:44:33.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Day...</title><content type='html'>Well for starters...How immature can a high school be? I mean seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"You're gay!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;and&lt;blockquote&gt;"No, I'm homosexual."&lt;/blockquote&gt; How many times do you have to hear that a day? I'm shocked at how many people do drugs...I saw two people that were high today (even in seminary!) and over a dozen talking about it...in the hallway! How stupid can you be?&lt;blockquote&gt;"I'm going to go home and smoke a whole bag of weed. I am going to be so high."&lt;/blockquote&gt; I am sorry to all you people that have had to go to public high school this long...I honestly hate it, and would rather be at NUAMES with more mature kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story!:&lt;br /&gt;there was this girl and you could see her butt crack like a lot of it&lt;br /&gt;and he (the kid that called me hot on b day) was throwing paper wads down her pants&lt;br /&gt;it was really funny&lt;br /&gt;she didn't even notice!&lt;br /&gt;I was like how could she not feel it in her butt&lt;br /&gt;seriously!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-7254347866283966341?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/7254347866283966341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=7254347866283966341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/7254347866283966341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/7254347866283966341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-first-day.html' title='My First Day...'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-755551141304030773</id><published>2007-12-03T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T17:31:19.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Class Schedule....joy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;First Semester &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Seminary&lt;br /&gt;2. World Civ.&lt;br /&gt;3. Geometry&lt;br /&gt;4. English &lt;br /&gt;5. Computer Tech&lt;br /&gt;6. Study Hall&lt;br /&gt;7. Chemistry Honors&lt;br /&gt;8. Orchestra&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second Semester&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. World Civ.&lt;br /&gt;2. English &lt;br /&gt;3. Seminary&lt;br /&gt;4. Clothing 2&lt;br /&gt;5. Drivers Ed&lt;br /&gt;6. Geometry&lt;br /&gt;7. Chemistry Honors&lt;br /&gt;8. Orchestra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-755551141304030773?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/755551141304030773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=755551141304030773' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/755551141304030773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/755551141304030773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-class-schedulejoy.html' title='My Class Schedule....joy...'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-141547339813634973</id><published>2007-11-29T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T16:26:47.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ever Changing Mood...</title><content type='html'>Every one of you probably has noticed my mood change the past couple days...Not wanting to talk...angry...sad...depressed...the list could go on forever. Now...This is a tough subject to talk about because I am so upset about it. I have to switch to WXHS...I scream and shouted and hyperventilated...None of it worked, so now, I go to Woods Cross High School. UGh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many reasons for this forced changed here are just a few...&lt;br /&gt;1. They want me to be closer to them.&lt;br /&gt;2. I had a very long commute in the morning and afternoons.&lt;br /&gt;3. They want me to be proud of my school.&lt;br /&gt;4. In 10 years they want me to be able to drive by and tell my children I went to that school, and I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;5. They want me to attend sports events and cheer my team on.&lt;br /&gt;6. They want me to be able to have a dance at my school instead of borrowing someone elses for the night.&lt;br /&gt;7. They want me to be in a real school not just portables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is more I just don't want to list them all...I will tell you about my first days at WX when I have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all you guys at NUAMES to death! and don't ever think that I'll forget you!  We will all still have to hang out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-141547339813634973?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/141547339813634973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=141547339813634973' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/141547339813634973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/141547339813634973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-ever-changing-mood.html' title='My Ever Changing Mood...'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-5916816067970512623</id><published>2007-11-21T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T19:30:17.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elections 2008</title><content type='html'>After researching both the democratic candidates and the republican candidates, none have appealed to me. But, tonight I found someone I support...I may not agree with hunting but he's the best candidate by far. Check him out at http://www.Mikehuckabee.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's Chuck Norris Approved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EjYv2YW6azE&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EjYv2YW6azE&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/9018404079796958128-5916816067970512623?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/5916816067970512623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=5916816067970512623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/5916816067970512623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/5916816067970512623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2007/11/elections-2008.html' title='Elections 2008'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-2045475941479076051</id><published>2007-11-15T16:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T16:54:33.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Vid</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fccrd8cMKNA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fccrd8cMKNA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/9018404079796958128-2045475941479076051?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/2045475941479076051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=2045475941479076051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/2045475941479076051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/2045475941479076051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2007/11/funny-vid.html' title='Funny Vid'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-2004831910109715393</id><published>2007-11-06T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T22:05:48.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Edwin McClain - I'll be</title><content type='html'>My life's getting pretty heckic right now and all I can think about is this song by Edwin McClain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be (Your crying Shoulder)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful &lt;br /&gt;Stop me and steal my breath &lt;br /&gt;And emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky&lt;br /&gt;Never revealing their depth &lt;br /&gt;Tell me that we belong together &lt;br /&gt;Dress it up with the trappings of love &lt;br /&gt;I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips&lt;br /&gt;Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be your cryin' shoulder &lt;br /&gt;I'll Be loves suicide &lt;br /&gt;I'll Be better when I'm older&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be the greatest fan of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And rain falls angry on the tin roof&lt;br /&gt;As we lie awake in my bed&lt;br /&gt;You're My Survival, You're My Living Proof&lt;br /&gt;My love is alive and not dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that we belong together&lt;br /&gt;Dress it up with the trappings of love&lt;br /&gt;I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips&lt;br /&gt;Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be your cryin' shoulder &lt;br /&gt;I'll Be loves suicide &lt;br /&gt;I'll Be better when I'm older&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be the greatest fan of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've dropped out, I've burned up, I fought my way back from the dead&lt;br /&gt;Tuned in, turned on, remembered the things that you said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be your cryin' shoulder &lt;br /&gt;I'll Be loves suicide &lt;br /&gt;I'll Be better when I'm older&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be the greatest fan of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be your cryin' shoulder &lt;br /&gt;I'll Be loves suicide &lt;br /&gt;I'll Be better when I'm older&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be the greatest fan of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest fan of your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-2004831910109715393?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/2004831910109715393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=2004831910109715393' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/2004831910109715393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/2004831910109715393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2007/11/edwin-mcclain-ill-be.html' title='Edwin McClain - I&apos;ll be'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-3336520137254325825</id><published>2007-10-17T17:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T17:42:09.382-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The NAKED Truth....</title><content type='html'>Today in World Civilizations I had to give a presentation for the class. I thought I could be mature about the whole Olympics and the &lt;strong&gt;naked&lt;/strong&gt; state of the people. However, I found the whole class laughing and my teacher quite angry (although, he was amused). Thinking to myself, I was trying to figure out what I had said. When I finally realized what I said I was so embarrassed. “ The Greeks believed that their gods particularly loved to see strong, fit, graceful human bodies, especially boys' and men's bodies. So one way to get on the good side of the gods was to exercise, to eat right, to oil your skin, to create a beautiful body that the gods would love. The Olympics were for guys only because they would play naked. Some of the things they did was: Wrestling and Pankration which was a mix of boxing and wrestling...That’s why the gods were so entertained. (I'm pretty sure I said some other stuff here otherwise my teacher wouldn't have talked to me later about how what I said wasn't school appropriate)” I soon got a firm "Lauren!" from my teacher. Thank goodness it was the end of my presentation anyway! I passed my Loukoumades (Lukumas small donuts with no taste what-so-ever) and sat down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-3336520137254325825?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/3336520137254325825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=3336520137254325825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/3336520137254325825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/3336520137254325825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2007/10/naked-truth.html' title='The NAKED Truth....'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-4663767572062329015</id><published>2007-10-14T18:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T18:16:29.625-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Major and Minor</title><content type='html'>Ok, I finally decided what the heck I am going to do for my major and minor next year (early college is crazy). I am going to major in Education and minor in History. That way I can be a History teacher for Jr. High and High school students. I am really excited that I found something I can be proud of and am interested in. I know we always give our teachers crap but I think I could make it fun and I wouldn't be a bad teacher. I am always thinking what I could do better if I was the classes teacher. Now I can prove it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-4663767572062329015?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/4663767572062329015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=4663767572062329015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/4663767572062329015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/4663767572062329015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-major-and-minor.html' title='My Major and Minor'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-163398149390823418</id><published>2007-10-09T18:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T19:51:28.851-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything!</title><content type='html'>Wow it has been a while since I was last on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung out with A.J. and Katrina yesterday. It is crazy how much people change! I have 2 examples of this to talk about. Katrina is so different if I had just met her I don't think that we would get along at all, which is crazy to me! Also, Tate he must have changed to like *cough* her. It shocks me that they make-out! Yick! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also school is good. I am nervous about taking the ACT which I am taking this spring so I can take early-college classes and get free flu-shots! Ok, ok so the flu-shot isn't a big point but it is a bonus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my new friends to death! Mandy, Ines, Olivia, John, and everyone else! I love you all so much! You are the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all you guys! I am now 16! Haha! Still haven't been on my first date, which is fine by me! I just don't want it to be all awkward but I guess it would be with anyone I went with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing I could have told you that has been happening! I almost forgot! My sister is getting married! To Jeff. I'm excited! Her wedding is in March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss all you people from Centerville and Bountiful so much! I need to see all you! Call me seriously!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-163398149390823418?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/163398149390823418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=163398149390823418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/163398149390823418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/163398149390823418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2007/10/everything.html' title='Everything!'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-2443422792167453653</id><published>2007-09-10T20:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T20:21:07.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Careers</title><content type='html'>I have been wanting to do something dealing with animails, mostly marine, for some time now. Today I have been researching all about Marine Biology, Oceanography, and Oceanic Engineering. I would enjoy anything that deals with the Ocean. Growing up by the ocean was wonderful. In fact thats probably the one thing I miss most (along with my sister) I loved going to the aquarium and touching the animals and seeing them. Ever since I went through that experience I knew that that career was for me. I have always wanted to take my marine courses somewhere that wonders of the ocean lay. I have wanted to go to college in Maine. I think it would be a great experience for me being next to the ocean (although that ocean and Maine are very cold places).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-2443422792167453653?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/2443422792167453653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=2443422792167453653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/2443422792167453653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/2443422792167453653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2007/09/careers.html' title='Careers'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-4628263825972576807</id><published>2007-09-08T16:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T17:45:41.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>School is going good. I love N.U.A.M.E.S  Well I still like the other person. My new house is great too. I was able to paint my room lavender, pink, and green. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have new friends which I am way excited about!! Which some of you will meet at my party in a few weeks! Yes! It's coming!!! You should all be as excited as I am! The only thing I am totally bumbed about is all the yard work I have to do next week end....Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I would tell all you guys everything is going great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-4628263825972576807?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/4628263825972576807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=4628263825972576807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/4628263825972576807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/4628263825972576807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2007/09/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-1785214304855857522</id><published>2007-08-15T15:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T11:24:28.325-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving...North Salt Lake</title><content type='html'>Moving is taking it's toll. On August 25th we will be moving to our own house! Yes! No more moving for us! I have never lived in the same house for longer then 3 years. In some cases moving before a year was even up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to paint my room what ever crazy color I choose. Well lime-green and pink is what I chose. The house is double the house we are in now...although the outside isn't as nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me...Do any of you know how to clean a pond? There is a pond in the backyard that is in a horrible state and we have no clue how to clean it for my party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should all be excited for my party to come and see my new house! I will have directions with your invitation because it's kinda hard to find the first time. The only thing I don't like is the fact that Woods Cross High School is my new school. Not the best school but it's a good thing I'm going to a different school. I am only taking Driver's Education at WX thank goodness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-1785214304855857522?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/1785214304855857522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=1785214304855857522' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/1785214304855857522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/1785214304855857522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2007/08/moving.html' title='Moving...North Salt Lake'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-659688740045603450</id><published>2007-08-04T23:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T13:29:04.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Conference</title><content type='html'>Youth Conference on Thursday and Friday was amazing and so spiritual. I have never had so much fun in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dance? My ward WAS the dance. We were the only ward dancing (fast) and messing around. I got to say it was sad that they weren't having as great a time. I was so excited that it was all of us in my ward not just a few people. EVERYONE. We all were in a circle shouting out dance moves like the doctor "CLEAR! BOOM!" and the fax machine. I was also so excited to talk to people I haven't seen for awhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Logan Temple is AMAZING! I felt so good after doing baptisms for the dead. I was so happy. I felt all warm and fuzzy inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also did a Service Project at the local preschool. I felt all warm and fuzzy then too. Lol. I also rode a mop! I love Tara Jensen, Ashley Whitten, and Katelyn Peterson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am moving and I hope it's not to far away. 2 Weeks :( !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-659688740045603450?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/659688740045603450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=659688740045603450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/659688740045603450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/659688740045603450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2007/08/youth-conference.html' title='Youth Conference'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-842121120013222146</id><published>2007-07-22T17:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T17:57:07.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundays</title><content type='html'>Today has been a good day. &lt;br /&gt;My brother had to talk in church today.&lt;br /&gt;I sat with my friends Valene and Mackenzi.&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for youth conference now!&lt;br /&gt;Valene asked me how to spell maybe while she was writing Tate.&lt;br /&gt;I thought she said Baby so I told her B-A-B-Y so she told me no, Maybe! I was like OH!! M-A-Y-B-E...We started laughing so hard!&lt;br /&gt;I felt bad for the speaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me to hang out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-842121120013222146?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/842121120013222146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=842121120013222146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/842121120013222146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/842121120013222146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2007/07/sundays.html' title='Sundays'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-943270862201138727</id><published>2007-07-20T15:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T23:42:31.685-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>I found a template that I am happy with. Katrina is going camping all weekend so if you would like to hang with me call me! She doesn't get back until Tuesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-943270862201138727?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/943270862201138727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=943270862201138727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/943270862201138727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/943270862201138727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2007/07/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-5593814816433478665</id><published>2007-07-16T21:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T16:02:51.834-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wendy's....lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/RqEw6kyTUrI/AAAAAAAAAA8/e-wJOG5hMvs/s1600-h/9E215-EC2A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/RqEw6kyTUrI/AAAAAAAAAA8/e-wJOG5hMvs/s400/9E215-EC2A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089402836770575026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog is under construction. Please still visit. I will still be writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my twiner and I went to Wendy's earlier tonight. On our walk over we were dancing and singing cause, quite frankly, that's what we do. It's enjoyable because people give you funny looks. Anyways, we were at Wendy's talking about how were are slowly becoming one person. All the sudden a shower of straw covers attacks. Ok, ok, I know what your thinking. It was one straw cover. It was not a little tiny kid, it was a kid probably about 12 or 13. Lol. So funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my twin [Katrina] and I have now referred to us as being one person about 50 times. We were talking on the phone to Walley* and I said, “we're a dork!” Another time we we're on the phone with him and Twiny said, “Stop laughing he's going to think we're more then one person!” Also talking to my parent I referred to my birthday party to being our party. Wow we're hotdogs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-5593814816433478665?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/5593814816433478665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=5593814816433478665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/5593814816433478665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/5593814816433478665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2007/07/wendyslol.html' title='Wendy&apos;s....lol'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/RqEw6kyTUrI/AAAAAAAAAA8/e-wJOG5hMvs/s72-c/9E215-EC2A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-7222560531668793462</id><published>2007-07-12T23:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T12:02:41.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>what is this?</title><content type='html'>I miss my Trinea :( She's at camp 'til saturday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urg...I need to have some fun. I need a rollercoaster and my Trinea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-7222560531668793462?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/7222560531668793462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=7222560531668793462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/7222560531668793462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/7222560531668793462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-is-this.html' title='what is this?'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-8137050628316249096</id><published>2007-07-12T12:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T14:04:15.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>E3 on G4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/RpfatkyTUqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZQhFZXvs0qw/s1600-h/4SXQCAR9R34JCAWF1LSACA62VLWPCAZ1DG60CAHAGWR3CAR8XUT8CA0823OLCAVTV8OYCA1TDGCGCAPSEQU1CAUEVTW4CA13WGCCCACUY429CAJXDP8DCAUO3OJCCAZCZJT4CAPDW8J7CA5T20B9CAH4JB7I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/RpfatkyTUqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZQhFZXvs0qw/s320/4SXQCAR9R34JCAWF1LSACA62VLWPCAZ1DG60CAHAGWR3CAR8XUT8CA0823OLCAVTV8OYCA1TDGCGCAPSEQU1CAUEVTW4CA13WGCCCACUY429CAJXDP8DCAUO3OJCCAZCZJT4CAPDW8J7CA5T20B9CAH4JB7I.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086774780641890978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha no they aren't robots in Star Wars. E3 is when Sony, Nintendo, and Microsoft get together once a year and tell what they are doing for the next year, and what's coming out in games. G4 is just the channel I watched it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was most excited watching Nintendo's. The new WiiZapper and Wii balance board, I can't wait to get all these new exciting games either! Metroid Prime, Mario Kart, Wario Wares, Wii Fit, Super Mario Galaxy, Guitar Hero 3, Super Smash Bro.'s Brawl, etc. Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say I wasn't thrilled about Microsoft and Sony's proformances. I found I was very confused at parts. Can the new PSP only hook up to Bravia TV's? I'm not a fan of shooters, why do they keep making Halo's? Halo 3 I feel is going to be a huge let down by Microsoft. One thing I am excited about though is Rock Band. Sony is taking Guitar Hero one step further. Is Rock Band only for PS3? I would buy one just to have that game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm...ya. I'm a nerd, I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-8137050628316249096?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/8137050628316249096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=8137050628316249096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/8137050628316249096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/8137050628316249096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2007/07/e3-on-g4.html' title='E3 on G4'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/RpfatkyTUqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZQhFZXvs0qw/s72-c/4SXQCAR9R34JCAWF1LSACA62VLWPCAZ1DG60CAHAGWR3CAR8XUT8CA0823OLCAVTV8OYCA1TDGCGCAPSEQU1CAUEVTW4CA13WGCCCACUY429CAJXDP8DCAUO3OJCCAZCZJT4CAPDW8J7CA5T20B9CAH4JB7I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-2750801153701048772</id><published>2007-07-11T03:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T13:59:14.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/RpfZg0yTUoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/gbez-Mhzego/s1600-h/harrypotter~Harry-Potter-And-The-Order-Of-The-Phoenix-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/RpfZg0yTUoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/gbez-Mhzego/s400/harrypotter~Harry-Potter-And-The-Order-Of-The-Phoenix-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086773462086931074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from Harry Potter. It's very good, I don't want to give it away though. Best movie I've seen in a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Matt for inviting me! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-2750801153701048772?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/2750801153701048772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=2750801153701048772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/2750801153701048772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/2750801153701048772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potter.html' title='Harry Potter'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/RpfZg0yTUoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/gbez-Mhzego/s72-c/harrypotter~Harry-Potter-And-The-Order-Of-The-Phoenix-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-3880563641312572525</id><published>2007-07-10T13:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T16:53:09.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There's an Us?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/RpQNzlSsMrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0UhY6TJHTy0/s1600-h/lover_Taz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/RpQNzlSsMrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0UhY6TJHTy0/s400/lover_Taz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085705059043127986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does in our society teen-age boys and girls think to get together and, dare I say, mess around. Hanging out I think is OK but why must we have more at this age? I'm not saying I never want a boyfriend, but at this moment I don't feel the need. We have our whole adult life to deal with dating and such. I think we should just get to know people at this age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my 16th birthday comes near, I feel my thoughts are not turning towards dating but away. Boys are so immature at this age. I have to say there are some that are not, but I hardly doubt they are interested in a girl like me. Maybe I'll go to a dance or two, but I don't know if I'm ready for the dating world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-3880563641312572525?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/3880563641312572525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=3880563641312572525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/3880563641312572525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/3880563641312572525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2007/07/theres-us.html' title='There&apos;s an Us?'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/RpQNzlSsMrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0UhY6TJHTy0/s72-c/lover_Taz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-1869305072432020240</id><published>2007-07-04T22:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T23:45:37.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Twiny</title><content type='html'>One thing good in my life right now is my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Katrina, although she can be a nut sometimes, and we always seem to get extremely hyper around each other (We ate leaves!), she's my best friend. Some people seem to get annoyed by her but they must not really know her. The best thing about our friendship is we like never fight. I got to say she's got great taste in guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-1869305072432020240?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/1869305072432020240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=1869305072432020240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/1869305072432020240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/1869305072432020240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2007/07/ugh.html' title='My Twiny'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-8071150898994803896</id><published>2007-07-04T18:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T19:02:39.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunburn Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/R0jXeLq2A0I/AAAAAAAAABo/jSZUSIY7EHU/s1600-h/2007+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/R0jXeLq2A0I/AAAAAAAAABo/jSZUSIY7EHU/s400/2007+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136592288544588610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sunburn is now peeling and this picture does it justice. The glare off the flash made it seem less red and less blistered then it really was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/Row2uFSsMpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aEMeQ7ZFZKc/s1600-h/IMG_1473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/Row2uFSsMpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aEMeQ7ZFZKc/s400/IMG_1473.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083498244716901010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how icky those scabs look...eww..Look at my shoulder too...ick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-8071150898994803896?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/8071150898994803896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=8071150898994803896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/8071150898994803896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/8071150898994803896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2007/07/sunburn-update.html' title='Sunburn Update'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/R0jXeLq2A0I/AAAAAAAAABo/jSZUSIY7EHU/s72-c/2007+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-1751603600533215713</id><published>2007-07-03T23:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T23:55:15.625-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyz</title><content type='html'>I'm about ready to give up. Guyz are dumb. If anyone doesn't agree comment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics of my sunburn soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-1751603600533215713?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/1751603600533215713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=1751603600533215713' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/1751603600533215713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/1751603600533215713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2007/07/boyz.html' title='Boyz'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-6944272375872720151</id><published>2007-07-01T18:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T18:14:39.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From Camping</title><content type='html'>Camping was great my friends were in my tent but I was glad that all the people there I now consider my close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day was kind of a slow day. All we did was sit around talk and eat. The second day we played games which made the day faster. We played an obstacle course which we had to climb up a tree so I was not happy to play at least the Superman team won! Oh, I neglected to tell you the theme for the camp was Super Hero's and Christ is our main Super Hero or supposed to be. The three tents were Wonder Woman, Superman, and Spiderman. I was a member of the Superman team. The third day we spent at the beach. Sadly I was tired and fell asleep, even with all that sunscreen I put on it didn't help. I am now burnt to a crisp. Ok not really but all over my body I have blisters and can hardly move. Yippy! Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-6944272375872720151?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/6944272375872720151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/6944272375872720151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2007/07/back-from-camping.html' title='Back From Camping'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-8423217084065858120</id><published>2007-06-26T22:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T22:33:35.544-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Partay kontinued....</title><content type='html'>Well today we did a whole lot of planning for the video at my party. Some guys we're really close to said they would do anything for us! *Lightbulb* ANYTHING? Muhahaha! Are they in deep! We have plans for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to my party there's been a big question planted in my brain: Why am I here on Earth NOW? What miraculous thing could I possibly do? I'm me for heavensakes! Why was this question on my mind? Thinking about next school year at NUAMES. Why was I, Lauren La Von, accepted into this wonderful program? What could be the reason for all this? Maybe I'll never know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be camping so you won't hear from me until Saturday when I get back! Tell ya all about it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-8423217084065858120?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/8423217084065858120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/8423217084065858120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2007/06/partay-kontinued.html' title='Partay kontinued....'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-5193469868942153560</id><published>2007-06-26T15:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T17:04:46.252-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet, Sweet 16 PARTAY!</title><content type='html'>As some of you know my birthday's coming, and fast. We have started planning my party so we can have everything together when it arrives. We have a couple ideas but we need your help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme: Luau/Hawaiian&lt;br /&gt;Ideas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our own MTV My Super Sweet 16 that we show at the party.&lt;li&gt;Limbo&lt;li&gt;Dance off Hula style.&lt;li&gt;Last but not least Food: Pineapple Chicken, [cheese]hamburgers, hotdogs, chicken apple dogs  &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any suggestions on food, drinks, and/or activities let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-5193469868942153560?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/5193469868942153560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/5193469868942153560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-sweet-sweet-16-partay.html' title='My Sweet, Sweet 16 PARTAY!'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018404079796958128.post-3142273616132938446</id><published>2007-06-25T12:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T12:41:01.854-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever Wonder?</title><content type='html'>Wow my very first post! I doubt anyone will read this but, what the heck!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;On My Mind Today:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do people think about me?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Is it possible that right at this very moment someone is thinking very bad thoughts about me?! I sure hope not!&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;When are my friends going to call me?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lol.&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;How is my cousin so popular?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm not one to care if I'm popular or not. If I have friends who care and are there for me who cares! But really, how is Richard so popular? He never even talks to me!&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why does time fly so fast?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Every time I check I'm like 5 years older! Last I checked I was 10...Now I'm turning 16 in like 2 months! This isn't possible! I'm also now in High School! When I moved to Utah I was in Elementary! I can't believe I have lived here for 4 years!&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oregon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;I miss Oregon so much...our 'little' vacation back there was a nightmare! I want to go back so bad! But I want to take all my Utah friends with! Is that possible?&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018404079796958128-3142273616132938446?l=laurenlavon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/feeds/3142273616132938446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018404079796958128&amp;postID=3142273616132938446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/3142273616132938446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018404079796958128/posts/default/3142273616132938446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenlavon.blogspot.com/2007/06/ever-wonder.html' title='Ever Wonder?'/><author><name>Lauren Lavon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02118955915776308299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZShBQBwSu4/SOrENSi78pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/k-qBtki-SzE/S220/GetAttachment21654.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
