<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524462</id><updated>2009-08-21T14:12:20.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'> A Bug's Life</title><subtitle type='html'>MY LIFE IN A NUTSHELL, WHAT IT IS LIKE TO BE BUG!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abugslife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abugslife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976246932485261950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524462.post-107748679225004826</id><published>2004-02-22T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T13:56:28.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life seems to be changing so quickly lately. One minute I'm feeling strongly about something and the next I feel the exact opposite. I don't even know how to put it into words. Something is missing, I can tell - I just can't put my finger on it quite yet. Well no that isn't true, but this goes to show how drastic my feelings get. I was so sure about this, but now I'm not so sure it was a great </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/107748679225004826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/107748679225004826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abugslife.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107748679225004826' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976246932485261950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05128201862904841723'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524462.post-107679399842053339</id><published>2004-02-14T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T13:28:29.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Man this is bad. I haven't written in such a long time. Funny that I'm writing on Valentines. Valentines day sucks. Especially when you don't have someone. But why am I complaining? I mean I don't exactly want one particular person. Not like the feeling is returned anyway. Oh well.. hey man if you're out there though. Speak today! It'd be good. Stupid Gigi and her anonomous valentines. I swear! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/107679399842053339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/107679399842053339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abugslife.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107679399842053339' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976246932485261950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05128201862904841723'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524462.post-107497473953920325</id><published>2004-01-24T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T12:07:09.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This blog is in referance to the January 9th entry. I lied then. I never let go, because I couldn't bring myself to do it. And I truthfully didn't want to. I came up with excuse after excuse as to why I should still be friends with this person, but it all seemed a useless waste of time. I know this time that I'm done. I'm done with being pulled down; weighted to the ground. I'm tired of being </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/107497473953920325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/107497473953920325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abugslife.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107497473953920325' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976246932485261950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05128201862904841723'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524462.post-10748927074100801</id><published>2004-01-23T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T13:19:56.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally exams are over and done with. It's such a relief off my back except for next semester I have first period off and then 2,3,4,5.. that blows. So no spending quality time with my gal Gigi.. or my other friends.. or someone else... hehe. Anyway, things are looking good from here on this end. I'm ready for a week of spending time with my friends and relaxing, and then I get to go to my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/10748927074100801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/10748927074100801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abugslife.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#10748927074100801' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976246932485261950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05128201862904841723'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524462.post-107463571910827496</id><published>2004-01-20T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T13:56:44.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well. Now that you know about my mystery man... let me tell you a bit about my mystery enemy. He is so rude, ignorant and inconsiderate. He enjoys telling the WHOLE WORLD about my personal life. He seems to think that this is something funny, but I have news for him. He doesn't know how to distinguish between jokes and seriousness. He talks about things he doesn't even understand or know about. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/107463571910827496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/107463571910827496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abugslife.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107463571910827496' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976246932485261950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05128201862904841723'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524462.post-107431203251114405</id><published>2004-01-16T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T07:49:36.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*sigh* another day done and gone. I'm beginning to find life really monotonous. I think I need some excitement in my life. Well ok that's not entirely true. I've totally fallen for this guy, and I don't exactly know how it started... it just.. DID! And well things are weird because it's just the beginning of a relationship... friendship of course. Anyway not that anyone actually reads my entries </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/107431203251114405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/107431203251114405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abugslife.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107431203251114405' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976246932485261950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05128201862904841723'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524462.post-107370807894106478</id><published>2004-01-09T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T20:15:54.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm still being very lazy about entries. I should update them more but I've been tied down with so many ISU's and final projects that I just don't have time to get on the computer anymore. Not only that has been bothering me so much, but the fact that my best friend I am worried about. He just doesn't seem to put forth any effort anymore. I want to him to excel so much and I want him to become </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/107370807894106478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/107370807894106478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abugslife.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107370807894106478' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976246932485261950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05128201862904841723'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524462.post-107228884223834504</id><published>2003-12-24T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T10:08:49.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow. It's Christmas eve already. I can't believe how fast the days go by. And still how little I enter blogs. I'm really trying. Lately a lot has happened. My two best friends got in a huge fight and didn't talk. In fact Gigi and I had planned to buy howie-d a gift together, but because of this fight she backed out. I tried to convince her to try and work it out and forgive him, but she refused. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/107228884223834504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/107228884223834504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abugslife.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107228884223834504' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976246932485261950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05128201862904841723'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524462.post-107074969313930304</id><published>2003-12-06T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T14:28:54.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I realize now that it is seldom I put my feelings here. So I figure I have 10 minutes, I will write something. Nothing really has happened, except that now Howie and I are ok again. That's a relief because it was very hard to be apart from someone so close. Things are ok now I guess. I went to a semi formal on Thursday the 4th, and it was alright. As usual I danced with no one. I suppose my small</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/107074969313930304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/107074969313930304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abugslife.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107074969313930304' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976246932485261950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05128201862904841723'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524462.post-106842015109140727</id><published>2003-11-09T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T15:22:28.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So much has happened since the last time I have entered a blog. Mainly the loss of my best friend. My feelings are torn and bleeding. Ripped and unable to recover. I dont know if we will ever be the same again. I was treated like dirt. Pushed aside. Unimportant. I was angry. I just needed a few days to breathe, then everything would be ok. But within days every mutual friend new and are on his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/106842015109140727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/106842015109140727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abugslife.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106842015109140727' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976246932485261950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05128201862904841723'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524462.post-106349802755307068</id><published>2003-09-13T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T17:07:07.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A lot of stuff has happened lately. Let's see.. I've been to two improv shows, and they were a blast. Tomorrow I spend the day with my bug pete. I think that Gigi is mad at me because I was angry that she planned for pete to go and fix her computer before she even asked me. So I was upset because this is all over Drew, and I know that it is too. Anyway other than that Howie-D my best bug is over </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/106349802755307068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/106349802755307068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abugslife.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106349802755307068' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976246932485261950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05128201862904841723'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524462.post-106190759814602633</id><published>2003-08-26T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T07:19:58.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't quite have much to say. I am nervous. And I can't eat. Today I must go to school and have a picture taken of me for my school card. Boring! And I look horrible! Besides that, last night I had an emotional overload. You see, too much has happened all at once and I can't take it all. My sister bug leaves soon for university, Gigi's grandparents really like me, so do Pete's parents, and Pete</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/106190759814602633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/106190759814602633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abugslife.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106190759814602633' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976246932485261950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05128201862904841723'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524462.post-10613355021330127</id><published>2003-08-19T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T16:25:02.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh my goodness. It has been just over a month since I have entered a new blog. I have been so busy lately. The queen mother signed me up for work with the little babies in our coloney. It was so very tiring. I had no time to write. But now, my days are open. So I will tell everything. The days are so relaxing now that I have no work, and I have been able to see my other bug friends. My best </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/10613355021330127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/10613355021330127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abugslife.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#10613355021330127' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976246932485261950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05128201862904841723'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524462.post-105858087839341790</id><published>2003-07-18T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T19:14:38.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Zzzzzzz. Today is the weekend and time for some major snoozing. I have time off work and the queen mother isn't making me go anywhere or do anything. Although tomorrow I do have to take care of two children for a little while, but that will be easy! Next week at my work should be easier than before. The exchange bug leaves next monday. And I will be sad. But Gigi is back! And soon Howie-D will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/105858087839341790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/105858087839341790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abugslife.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105858087839341790' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976246932485261950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05128201862904841723'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524462.post-105832179318832669</id><published>2003-07-15T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T19:16:33.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let's see here. My life is basically horrible. Gigi is back at her cottage and Howie-D is still in Texas. My two best friends that I go to for help. Work is so tiring. It's not fun anymore. And I got yelled at for doing a job poorly that isn't even my job! The nerve my senior staff had to say that! But I didn't say anything back. I hope he gets it bad. I tell you if he even thinks of telling me I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/105832179318832669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/105832179318832669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abugslife.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105832179318832669' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976246932485261950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05128201862904841723'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524462.post-105803588378338780</id><published>2003-07-12T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T11:51:23.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh wow I haven't entered a blog in many many moons! So much has happened. let's see. I have been working hard but then I feel ill. Where I work it there are some tiny bugs (smaller than me!) that have a disease. So they took my blood and now they are testing me for West Nile! Ahhhhhhhh! It hurt so much to get blood taken. And now my throwt is sore. I missed two days of work, not to mention my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/105803588378338780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/105803588378338780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abugslife.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105803588378338780' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976246932485261950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05128201862904841723'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524462.post-105735705057395802</id><published>2003-07-04T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-04T15:17:30.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is a wonderful day. I have two days off of work. Yippee! And on the weekend, if the weather is nice. I will get together with some friends and go down to the lake to be out in the fresh air and perhaps meet some other bugs from nearby colonies! I am so excited! I haven't been with many friends for long. This will be good for me, since the queen has finally given me some leave and has not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/105735705057395802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/105735705057395802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abugslife.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105735705057395802' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976246932485261950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05128201862904841723'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524462.post-105726882273998804</id><published>2003-07-03T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T14:47:02.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Once again, I have finished another's day of hard work. It was fun, but now I am very tired. Now that our new bug from another coloney has settled in, the entire coloney is taking a trip to the lake to show her some of the things she has never seen. I am so excited! We rarely go on such expeditions. Today at work I developed a strange rash on my arms. It is very itchy! But I will have to deal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/105726882273998804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/105726882273998804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abugslife.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105726882273998804' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976246932485261950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05128201862904841723'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524462.post-105719524556192814</id><published>2003-07-02T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T18:20:45.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today at work, we celebrated this "Canada day". I finally have learned that this is when the country that I live in was created, or was designated as a country. Other than that my day has been quite busy, with music lessons. I am finally understanding the concept of making music with my wings and legs! It's truly a wonderful break through. Tonight I will go with my mother to pick up an exchange </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/105719524556192814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/105719524556192814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abugslife.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105719524556192814' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976246932485261950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05128201862904841723'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524462.post-105710679476345749</id><published>2003-07-01T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T17:46:34.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmmm... No entry yesterday. I was quite busy with my job and all. I was so pooped when I got home that I just flopped down on one of my petals and basically went to sleep right there. Plus I had to play bug ball (a sport only made for bugs of my kind). And it was a lot of fun, even though my team didn't win. Anyway Today is Canada day. Do you know why I know? Because I heard the people in my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/105710679476345749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/105710679476345749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abugslife.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105710679476345749' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976246932485261950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05128201862904841723'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524462.post-105693085600031167</id><published>2003-06-29T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-29T16:54:15.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I haven't done much today. I woke up this morning, watched some TV. But couldn't exactly see and almost was killed! Those darn people in my house tried to kill me with a fly swatter! They have no sympathy! Anyway after that I cleaned my room (what a mess!) But everything is all nice and tidy now. Then my mother and I went shopping for some nice shoes. It's hard finding shoes for feet this small </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/105693085600031167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/105693085600031167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abugslife.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105693085600031167' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976246932485261950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05128201862904841723'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524462.post-105685533381810852</id><published>2003-06-28T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-28T19:55:33.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well. It's Saturday night. So much has happened lately. My best friend GIGI just made me a floral arrangement for me to live in! Aren't I special. And I recently created one for her, so when I decide to drop by, I will have a place to stay all of my own. It's so much nicer than that discusting spider plant that I must share with the spiders and such. This will actually be my own! I will miss her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/105685533381810852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524462/posts/default/105685533381810852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abugslife.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105685533381810852' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05976246932485261950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05128201862904841723'/></author></entry></feed>