<?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-3592550039691444773</id><updated>2011-10-24T15:35:38.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teen Travels</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592550039691444773/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teentravels.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>QSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375694297448978483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UFgnqNS1h3Q/TqXoJF52QYI/AAAAAAAAAMw/rb75iKOGTR0/s220/caesar__s_cutie_mark_by_rildraw-d3khf43.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3592550039691444773.post-1358460917410110999</id><published>2011-09-15T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T20:05:39.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sydney, Australia: The Plane Ride Part One: LA Flight Part One</title><content type='html'>One of my most recent adventures was three months ago with my best friend Flora. We had so much fun in Sydney walking around doing our own thing, but I guess before I get ahead of myself I should probably start from our plane ride. Because that's always worth writing and reading.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;It was the day of the reading SOL and I was supposed to leave the room at two o'clock, it was ten minutes to two. It just &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; SOL day that we started late, I looked at the bottom of the testing screen. 57 out of 60 questions had been done. Looking back on it, I kind of sped through the whole test seeing how I had only thirty minutes to get my stuff out of my locker and into my backpack and out the front door of the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished the test with five minutes to spare, I gathered my stuff, said bye to the friends I actually liked and sprinted towards the library. Genius? Wasn't it? I had to do something on the flight so I decided to print out my power point and do some character profiling. After that I raced down stairs and got my stuff out of my locker. I checked my phone, two minutes! Where the hell was Flora?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry!" Flora said running down the hall passing me heading to her locker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't apologize to me! We've got like a minute before your dad comes!" I said heading towards her. Mickey Mouse purse swinging from the crook of my arm. When we got out side, her dad wasn't there. I saw the ice cream truck... I wanted a snow cone badly and no one was going to stop me. I rummaged five dollars out of my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be right back, watch my stuff. I'm getting a snow cone." I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Q, you better hurry!" Flora said as I ran up the hill towards the truck. As I got my snow cone Flora's dad pulled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm coming!" I yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKIPPING ONTO ABOUT TWO HOURS LATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe it! I was actually on my way to Australia! I could've sworn that the last six months of my life were just a dream and I was going to wake up back in January and have to relive all the s*** I went through between now and then. Which was too much. As I put our stuff in the over head compartment and sat down. I grinned at Flora, we were on our way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took out my iPhone, put my head phones in and turned on my tunes. After about twenty minutues "Glee" got a bit annoying to listen to so I put my headphones into the seat and guess what was playing on the Broadway channel... Wicked! Defying Gravity, I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; badly want to see that musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were up in the air on our to LA so we could get on our connecting flight to Sydney! As I was listening to the Broadway music I grabbed the power point I had printed at school and started flipping through the pages, too many characters...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3592550039691444773-1358460917410110999?l=teentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/1358460917410110999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teentravels.blogspot.com/2011/09/sydney-australia-plane-ride-part-one-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592550039691444773/posts/default/1358460917410110999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592550039691444773/posts/default/1358460917410110999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teentravels.blogspot.com/2011/09/sydney-australia-plane-ride-part-one-la.html' title='Sydney, Australia: The Plane Ride Part One: LA Flight Part One'/><author><name>QSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375694297448978483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UFgnqNS1h3Q/TqXoJF52QYI/AAAAAAAAAMw/rb75iKOGTR0/s220/caesar__s_cutie_mark_by_rildraw-d3khf43.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3592550039691444773.post-9161532225597991092</id><published>2011-09-15T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T17:07:56.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teen Travels, #1</title><content type='html'>I've been many places, so I'll be posting about different things and different places, each will be compiled into sections. For example, for a few weeks I'll be typing about my travels in Paris, during another month I'll talk about Sydney, Australia. I've been many places and had whole s*** load of fun, I hope you're ready to hear about my adventures, because this is going to get interesting. Just so you know I will be posting only once or twice a week. When the title is something like, Teen Travels #_, that means I'm just informing you on something, or I'm taking a trip.&lt;br /&gt;See you in my travels!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3592550039691444773-9161532225597991092?l=teentravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teentravels.blogspot.com/feeds/9161532225597991092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://teentravels.blogspot.com/2011/09/teen-travels-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592550039691444773/posts/default/9161532225597991092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592550039691444773/posts/default/9161532225597991092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teentravels.blogspot.com/2011/09/teen-travels-1.html' title='Teen Travels, #1'/><author><name>QSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375694297448978483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UFgnqNS1h3Q/TqXoJF52QYI/AAAAAAAAAMw/rb75iKOGTR0/s220/caesar__s_cutie_mark_by_rildraw-d3khf43.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
