<?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-8392891</id><updated>2011-06-29T23:02:48.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My blog</title><subtitle type='html'>A little about me and the days of my life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexowens.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8392891/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexowens.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14312270964885439412</uri><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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8392891.post-110332391651330823</id><published>2004-12-17T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T14:51:56.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8675309</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8392891-110332391651330823?l=alexowens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexowens.blogspot.com/feeds/110332391651330823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8392891&amp;postID=110332391651330823' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8392891/posts/default/110332391651330823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8392891/posts/default/110332391651330823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexowens.blogspot.com/2004/12/8675309.html' title='8675309'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14312270964885439412</uri><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8392891.post-110179348448422320</id><published>2004-11-29T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T21:44:44.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STALKER!</title><content type='html'>Ok this is for the stalker fans out there!!! This last weekend I was followed by a suspect car (dondondon...i know) In addition to that I was mooned, ,pretty funny. Then, I slept over at a friends house and slept the crack between her bed and wall along w/ two other girls on the bed....it was cool though because the next day i napped in my own bed. My parents are off to CABO!!!! I'm so jealous  although, I do need to get a lot of college work done ASAP!! I have my first practice of club this week and I am gonna RIP IT UP because this will be my last club year and I have nothing to hold me back. Oh but, I am sad that I have to comute again, i have trouble staying up on the way back...i've hit the drunk bumps before w/ my eyes closed and had to roll down the window, blast music or slap myself...we'll see how it goes this year. ANYWAY HOPE THIS BLOG WAS STALKED OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8392891-110179348448422320?l=alexowens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexowens.blogspot.com/feeds/110179348448422320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8392891&amp;postID=110179348448422320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8392891/posts/default/110179348448422320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8392891/posts/default/110179348448422320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexowens.blogspot.com/2004/11/stalker.html' title='STALKER!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14312270964885439412</uri><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-8392891.post-110118180065258299</id><published>2004-11-22T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T19:50:00.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Request</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Update:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt; home life is going alright. except i started a very bad habit of taking a nap when i get back from school. now that i'm not playing vb i allow myself to be more of a bum which is ironic.  however, i'm going to start playing club soon which, should be good, my fingers are crossed. i'm just hoping that the team will be able to play with the best of them....  in other news, turkey day's coming up and some family will be coming, we'll see how that goes... i dont think thanksgiving could ever go wrong because one- mashed potatoes/gravey and two- pie, a ton of it!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8392891-110118180065258299?l=alexowens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexowens.blogspot.com/feeds/110118180065258299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8392891&amp;postID=110118180065258299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8392891/posts/default/110118180065258299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8392891/posts/default/110118180065258299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexowens.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-request.html' title='Blog Request'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14312270964885439412</uri><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-8392891.post-109755836173156647</id><published>2004-10-11T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T22:19:21.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My retirement</title><content type='html'>Since i dont have any loyal fans out there......theres no option but to quit the bussiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farewell blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8392891-109755836173156647?l=alexowens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexowens.blogspot.com/feeds/109755836173156647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8392891&amp;postID=109755836173156647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8392891/posts/default/109755836173156647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8392891/posts/default/109755836173156647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexowens.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-retirement.html' title='My retirement'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14312270964885439412</uri><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-8392891.post-109747449630940219</id><published>2004-10-10T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T23:01:36.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep is important in the morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This morning I woke up at one despite my attempt to go to church at eight-thirty by setting my alarm clock. However, in the morning nothing is more important to me than sleep. Just five more minutes, ten, twenty and bam I'm late. Lucky for me I had nothing going on today so, I could sleep in as long as I wanted. I got up, showered, ate and got a phone call from my friend asking to hang out. She came over, we played on the computer and watched some tv. After she left I began working on CWP because I have to make a presentation tomarrow and I want to be really prepared. I have a tendency to turn red, shake, get nervous. I don't really know why I do this but, I always turn red even over stupid things. We'll see what happens tomarrow. Well that's all for now I'm getting tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8392891-109747449630940219?l=alexowens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexowens.blogspot.com/feeds/109747449630940219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8392891&amp;postID=109747449630940219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8392891/posts/default/109747449630940219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8392891/posts/default/109747449630940219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexowens.blogspot.com/2004/10/sleep-is-important-in-morning.html' title='Sleep is important in the morning'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14312270964885439412</uri><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-8392891.post-109642126448773058</id><published>2004-09-28T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T18:27:44.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Phelps has the softest hands in the world!</title><content type='html'>As you know from a previous blog, last night I saw Michael Phelps and team mates swim in Seattle. When I got there, I waited in line for a while then waited again inside for the swimmers to come out. Before they came out to swim they popped their head's out every now and then which, made the crowd go crazy including myself. There were three swimmers to go before Phelps came out and I could feel the tension. When he ran out cheers were so thick I couldn't hear myself scream. There was a VIP section on the swimming level so, when the swimmers came out they clapped all the VIP hand's and I was screaming for him to clap mine but, with tons of girls my age there screaming, it didn't make a difference. However, I was determined. They closed the night by a rely with local swimmers and radio personalities swimming with the olympians. This was almost the most exciting part of the night because I went crazy once I saw a t.v. host that I knew (even though I dont know his name).  And yes I touched his hand too, in case you were wondering. To close out the night we waited around and we touched Phelps hand, yes it was very soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8392891-109642126448773058?l=alexowens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexowens.blogspot.com/feeds/109642126448773058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8392891&amp;postID=109642126448773058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8392891/posts/default/109642126448773058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8392891/posts/default/109642126448773058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexowens.blogspot.com/2004/09/michael-phelps-has-softest-hands-in.html' title='Michael Phelps has the softest hands in the world!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14312270964885439412</uri><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-8392891.post-109618295866020156</id><published>2004-09-25T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T00:15:58.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm such a wuss</title><content type='html'>Today I went to a party and I was reminded of my winter getaway. I'm talking about my family's cabin near Leavenworth. All of the people from up there were at the party. It really made me anxious to go snowmobiling . I love snowmobiling with the guys because they can do insane things like climbing steep hills, bush wacking (creating their own trails), riding across water. I love to watch them but, never to follow because chances are high that I'll get stuck or lost. My sister is pretty gutsy when it comes to this stuff and she can get soo much air off of jumps, my brother just got gutsy this last year and I'm a wuss. But, then again I did roll my moms sled in a race that I challenged aganst the best rider I know which, I think gives me reason to be scared (especially of my mom). This year I'm gonna be fearless and step out of my box. Besides I've already rolled one sled the worst is over (knock on wood).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8392891-109618295866020156?l=alexowens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexowens.blogspot.com/feeds/109618295866020156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8392891&amp;postID=109618295866020156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8392891/posts/default/109618295866020156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8392891/posts/default/109618295866020156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexowens.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-such-wuss.html' title='I&apos;m such a wuss'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14312270964885439412</uri><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-8392891.post-109608489965217448</id><published>2004-09-24T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T21:01:39.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a bad day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;After leaving aerobics to find my ssr book, I realized that I'd left my back pack at home. Then I thought oh well that's ok I'm just losing my mind! However, despite my loss of brain power my day turned out fine because I didn't really need anything in my bag. Volleyball practice went pretty well, we worked on some game situations which can help us in our matches. And despite earlier practices, I didn't have an urgency to strangle anyone. I'm hoping to really focus hard on volleyball this season so I can play on a college team. I can't wait!!!! When I got home I decided to go for a run even though it was dark. I love running because I can run as hard and as fast as I want and it helps me get all my anger out. I guess I'm weird but oh well, running rules!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8392891-109608489965217448?l=alexowens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexowens.blogspot.com/feeds/109608489965217448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8392891&amp;postID=109608489965217448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8392891/posts/default/109608489965217448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8392891/posts/default/109608489965217448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexowens.blogspot.com/2004/09/not-bad-day.html' title='Not a bad day'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14312270964885439412</uri><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-8392891.post-109599976469396180</id><published>2004-09-23T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T21:22:44.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The greatest man in Washington!!</title><content type='html'>This coming monday Michael Phelps will be swimming in Washington!! And I have the chance to go! I would love to watch the same man swim in Washington that actually swam in the Olympics! If I end up going, I think I'll make a giant sign. We'll see if I get to go, I have my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8392891-109599976469396180?l=alexowens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexowens.blogspot.com/feeds/109599976469396180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8392891&amp;postID=109599976469396180' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8392891/posts/default/109599976469396180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8392891/posts/default/109599976469396180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexowens.blogspot.com/2004/09/greatest-man-in-washington.html' title='The greatest man in Washington!!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14312270964885439412</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8392891.post-109588619893189336</id><published>2004-09-22T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T13:49:58.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VOLLEYBALL RULES!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'd like to give a shout out to all my vb peeps!!! Power to the people and to the animals (Erica)!!! WE are going to hunt some wolves tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace in my brothers!&lt;br /&gt;    yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;    forever and always!&lt;br /&gt;                        Miranda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8392891-109588619893189336?l=alexowens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexowens.blogspot.com/feeds/109588619893189336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8392891&amp;postID=109588619893189336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8392891/posts/default/109588619893189336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8392891/posts/default/109588619893189336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexowens.blogspot.com/2004/09/volleyball-rules.html' title='VOLLEYBALL RULES!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14312270964885439412</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8392891.post-109583294014986735</id><published>2004-09-21T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T23:02:20.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beep Beep! Morning pple are insane!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Beep, Beep...... That is what I woke up to this morning only to get up, hit snooze, go back to bed. This is a pretty ritual thing for me because I have so much more energy in the night and I plan to do soo much in the morning but, when it comes around I'm dead. I don't understand morning people!! Who can function properly before at least 7:00??  Once a night owl always a night owl!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8392891-109583294014986735?l=alexowens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexowens.blogspot.com/feeds/109583294014986735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8392891&amp;postID=109583294014986735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8392891/posts/default/109583294014986735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8392891/posts/default/109583294014986735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexowens.blogspot.com/2004/09/beep-beep-morning-pple-are-insane.html' title='Beep Beep! Morning pple are insane!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14312270964885439412</uri><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-8392891.post-109563950273045459</id><published>2004-09-19T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T17:18:22.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A long day of nothing</title><content type='html'>Have you ever spent an entire day doing just about nothing? Today, I woke up at 12:30 in the morning which is a record sleep in for me. I would have slept in later too but, I really had to go to the bathroom. Right when I woke up I immediately went to the kitchen to scrounge around for something to eat which, is pretty funny because I usually eat the same thing every day. After eating my friend came over before she had to work and we watched a creepy movie called OneHourPhoto. Once she left, I realized it was a Sunday and that I have to do all the homework that I put off for the weekend. But, like usual I kept putting it off and went onto the computer like usual and now here I am creating a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8392891-109563950273045459?l=alexowens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexowens.blogspot.com/feeds/109563950273045459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8392891&amp;postID=109563950273045459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8392891/posts/default/109563950273045459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8392891/posts/default/109563950273045459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexowens.blogspot.com/2004/09/long-day-of-nothing.html' title='A long day of nothing'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14312270964885439412</uri><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>
