<?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-8812805597196827215</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:37:38.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eponine</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponine-tyler.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812805597196827215/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponine-tyler.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Geneva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8812805597196827215.post-2324343935271146771</id><published>2009-04-06T06:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T06:16:45.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday To Me!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *squee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 17 years old today. Kim's coming over later and we're going to have a little mini-party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, about that key? It's gone. I had it last night, and I put it on my nighstand, right? Well, I wake up this morning and it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't know how or why, but it's gone. So now what do I do? Be happy I don't have to deal with it? Freak and call 911? oy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ponine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8812805597196827215-2324343935271146771?l=eponine-tyler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponine-tyler.blogspot.com/feeds/2324343935271146771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eponine-tyler.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812805597196827215/posts/default/2324343935271146771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812805597196827215/posts/default/2324343935271146771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponine-tyler.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me!'/><author><name>Geneva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8812805597196827215.post-4977786471035504421</id><published>2009-02-19T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:52:41.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um.....</title><content type='html'>OK. I haven't gotten around to showing the Key to Melissa yet, but I will. Eventually.  Maybe. ok, I'm not going to. 'Lissa will just brush it off like it's not a big deal. &lt;em&gt;Maybe not to you, but it's freaking me out&lt;/em&gt;! I let Harkness sniff it, and nothing. No glow, no hum, no nothing. Great.  &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;get stuck with the wierd key. Oy. I did tell Kim about it though. She picked it up, and-this is really wierd-she said she heard humming. But it didn't glow! So whytheheckdoesitglowwhenItouchit? Ideas? Please? HELP! (And I can just hear someone telling me, 'Ponine. You're 16 going on 17. Grow up a little! Well, normally I'm very mature. But how often do you find a glowing key?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eponine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8812805597196827215-4977786471035504421?l=eponine-tyler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponine-tyler.blogspot.com/feeds/4977786471035504421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eponine-tyler.blogspot.com/2009/02/um.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812805597196827215/posts/default/4977786471035504421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812805597196827215/posts/default/4977786471035504421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponine-tyler.blogspot.com/2009/02/um.html' title='Um.....'/><author><name>Geneva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8812805597196827215.post-676134236666384242</id><published>2009-02-14T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:42:13.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh oh...........</title><content type='html'>Today at work, I was checking around the area where that lady was, and I found something. I found a key.  Special right? I mean it's a key. Small,  silver, ordinary.........almost. It started &lt;em&gt;glowing&lt;/em&gt; when I picked it up.  I stuck it in my pocket. It's right by me now. Every time I touch, it glows and I hear this faint humming. I'm starting to get a little wierded out. I think I'm going to get a cup of coffee, and try to relax with a book.  And Harkness. :) I'll see what Melissa wants to do when she gets home. Also,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8812805597196827215-676134236666384242?l=eponine-tyler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponine-tyler.blogspot.com/feeds/676134236666384242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eponine-tyler.blogspot.com/2009/02/uh-oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812805597196827215/posts/default/676134236666384242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812805597196827215/posts/default/676134236666384242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponine-tyler.blogspot.com/2009/02/uh-oh.html' title='Uh oh...........'/><author><name>Geneva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8812805597196827215.post-3871344734827271778</id><published>2009-02-05T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T06:34:57.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok......</title><content type='html'>I only have a few minutes before Melissa gets home from work so I'd better make this quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, while I was at work, this lady came up to me. She asked me where the shoes were, so I took her there. Then, I went around the corner to straighten up some boxes. After a little bit I heard this wierd noise, so I checked on her. She was holding this really wierd-looking electronic device.  It looked almost like something you'd see on Doctor Who. However, when she saw me, she hid it! Suspicious right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Kim's coming over tonight for a sleepover.  We'll play loud music (which my sister hates) and watch Doctor Who and Lord of The Rings (which my sister also hates). We're going to have so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ponine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8812805597196827215-3871344734827271778?l=eponine-tyler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponine-tyler.blogspot.com/feeds/3871344734827271778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eponine-tyler.blogspot.com/2009/02/ok.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812805597196827215/posts/default/3871344734827271778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812805597196827215/posts/default/3871344734827271778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponine-tyler.blogspot.com/2009/02/ok.html' title='Ok......'/><author><name>Geneva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8812805597196827215.post-8300923634603166895</id><published>2009-02-04T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T10:32:15.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet.</title><content type='html'>Wow, Melissa was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, normally I wouldn't admit that my older sister was right about something, but she was definitely right about this. Blogging is &lt;em&gt;fun&lt;/em&gt;. Now, I just have to convince my friend Kim to get a blog. Heh, fat chance. She'll probably just post on mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm Eponine Jenifer Tyler, and this is my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Straight, light brown hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-5'4" tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Average weight and build.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-17 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Doctor Who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-LoTR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Narnia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fruit and Vegetables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cats (I have one named Harkness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's me. Melissa's yelling at me to get off the computer so I'd better go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8812805597196827215-8300923634603166895?l=eponine-tyler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponine-tyler.blogspot.com/feeds/8300923634603166895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eponine-tyler.blogspot.com/2009/02/sweet.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812805597196827215/posts/default/8300923634603166895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812805597196827215/posts/default/8300923634603166895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponine-tyler.blogspot.com/2009/02/sweet.html' title='Sweet.'/><author><name>Geneva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
