tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48028818636547915752011-04-21T14:00:55.783-07:00Weanie Kaithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07770666965191630604noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802881863654791575.post-19127750211745783332008-10-05T16:06:00.000-07:002008-10-05T18:53:36.223-07:00<strong><span style="color:#663366;">Cold Stones Creamery</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#663366;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#663366;"> The sweet aroma from the waffle cones being made hits me as soon as I walk in to the creamery. I can feel the coldness from the ice cream but, yet the room is a bit warm. I hear the people having conversations. I also hear the metal ice cream scoopers clanking together as the workers are preparing the ice cream for the customers. All the different ice cream flavors are visible through the glass covered freezer box thing. The mix-ins are all lined up on the counter, waiting for you to choose from them. The banana ice cream with the strawberry chunks tastes unbelievably delicious.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#663366;"></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802881863654791575-1912775021174578333?l=khernandez10laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Weanie Kaithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07770666965191630604noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802881863654791575.post-47585387977721885552008-09-28T19:33:00.000-07:002008-09-28T20:55:41.027-07:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4bTlZDZOj-8&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4bTlZDZOj-8&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />"I'm Only Sleeping"<br />The Beatles<br /><br />When I wake up early in the morning,<br />Lift my head, I'm still yawning<br />When I'm in the middle of a dream<br />Stay in bed, float up stream<br /><br />Please don't wake me, no<br />don't shake me<br />Leave me where I am<br />I'm only sleeping<br /><br />Everybody seems to think I'm lazy<br />I don't mind, I think they're crazy<br />Running everywhere at such a speed<br />Till they find, there's no need<br /><br />Please don't spoil my day<br />I'm miles away<br />And after all<br />I'm only sleeping<br /><br />Keeping an eye on the world going by my window<br />Taking my time<br /><br />Lying there and staring at the ceiling<br />Waiting for a sleepy feeling<br /><br />Please don't spoil my day<br />I'm miles away<br />And after all<br />I'm only sleeping<br /><br />Keeping an eye on the world going by my window<br />Taking my time<br /><br />When I wake up early in the morning,<br />Lift my head, I'm still yawning<br />When I'm in the middle of a dream<br />Stay in bed, float up stream<br /><br />Please don't wake me, no<br />don't shake me<br />Leave me where I am<br />I'm only sleeping<br /><br />My Response:<br />I don't like to wake up early and I don't like it when someone wakes me up either. To me, in this song the artists express how they don't like to be woken up and how they don't like to get up from there sleep. They express how they'd rather be off in a dream than awake. It also says how people call the artist lazy but he doesn't care because he'd rather take his time then be like everyone else and rush things. That relates to me because alot of people think I'm lazy but I'd rather just be off in a dream sleeping or just laying down staring at the ceiling. As long as I feel comfortable I think that's all that should matter. I like how they say "I'm only sleeping" because its true, whats wrong with sleeping.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802881863654791575-4758538797772188555?l=khernandez10laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Weanie Kaithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07770666965191630604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802881863654791575.post-44679622914117601962008-09-22T12:56:00.000-07:002008-09-28T19:33:34.959-07:00<div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;">Kaitlyn<br />Child of Obdulia and Luis<br />Who loves food, GIR, pandas and hamsters, and the color green<br />Who hates chocolate, rice crispies, and being bored<br />Who wants to go to Italy<br />Who is afraid of heights<br />Who dreams of Joe Jonas and how awesomely gorgeous he is<br />Who is determined to become a great cake decorator<br />Who values hard work and determintation<br />Who is proud of her accomplishments, her hair, and her mommy<br />Who graduated from Glenfeliz Children Center<br />Who lives her life to the fullest in Los Angeles, California<br />Kaitlyn</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802881863654791575-4467962291411760196?l=khernandez10laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Weanie Kaithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07770666965191630604noreply@blogger.com0