<?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-3162367560968972500</id><updated>2012-01-12T13:42:19.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living it a day at a time.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makenziewhicker.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162367560968972500/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makenziewhicker.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Makenzie Whicker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15458797344288217951</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/_M2sQJzHd49Q/Szh22_mbIeI/AAAAAAAAAIE/zQ6oiL3zuQI/S220/l_46f695ff8c5a47379a63ff557a98fcef.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162367560968972500.post-7061583730554942471</id><published>2009-12-28T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T01:35:57.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lil' taste of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px;"&gt;By reading this, you'll understand me right? Wrong. This is better than nothing right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand being lied to, I handle the truth better than lies. I have my immature moments, but I am very collected. I'm big on being an individual.The whole high school scene is not my forte. I care what people think, but not enough to change who I am. I don't need to tan, spend hours on myself, have expensive clothes, etc, to be confident and feel beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;I am well known for my kind, caring, giving heart. I fail at being mean. I am very argumentative. If a song is on, whether I know it or not, I usually sing along. I can make myself laugh really really hard. Jeans are my addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wig out when I see a misspelled word. Next to my bed I have my eye-can, which consists of papers that say "I can ________"&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it when people spell my name wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I am a lover of music that provides meaning with it's lyrics. I tend to procrastinate a lot, but I am more motivated when I'm under the gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't mold myself into something you'll like. I love watching UFC (: I don't understand why it's so hard for me to not care for someone. The rain lets me escape. The sun, well it makes my skin darker and my eyes squint. I love to dance, did it for 14 years. I enjoy wearing guys clothes. I like going to haunted houses, watching gory movies, and seeing wicked sick owwies (: My room is messy 94 % of the time. My toothbrush is blue. I love it when a guy opens the door for me. I suck at bowling. My smile and laugh is quite contagious (: All I ever hoped for is a nice smart guy in my life that can keep me on my toes and make me smile continually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally I'll talk in my sleep. I change my outfit multiple times before I find the one I want to wear. Whisper a sweet something in my ear and take my breath away. I'm all for intense deep conversation. Don't ask me what I think unless you are really prepared for the truth. I know where I stand. We all dig our own graves, I just hope I have fun while digging mine. I can type 97 words a minute, well, in 8th grade I could, I'm pretty sure I can type even faster now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy making up pointless raps. Dressing up in catastrophic outfits for fun is my thing. Basically I'm a riot, ready for me? Because I'm positive there is no one that could even try to pretend to be me (: I'm far from stuck up, just a down to earth girl that tends to enjoy rolling around in the mud, literally (: four-wheeling, boating, fishing, camping, hiking, you name it, I'll do it (: Think that's a lot? that's not even a calculable percentage about me (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162367560968972500-7061583730554942471?l=makenziewhicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makenziewhicker.blogspot.com/feeds/7061583730554942471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makenziewhicker.blogspot.com/2009/12/lil-taste-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162367560968972500/posts/default/7061583730554942471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162367560968972500/posts/default/7061583730554942471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makenziewhicker.blogspot.com/2009/12/lil-taste-of-me.html' title='A lil&apos; taste of me'/><author><name>Makenzie Whicker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15458797344288217951</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/_M2sQJzHd49Q/Szh22_mbIeI/AAAAAAAAAIE/zQ6oiL3zuQI/S220/l_46f695ff8c5a47379a63ff557a98fcef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
