<?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-8510785246811171318</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:31:53.006-08:00</updated><category term='GRRRRRRR..............................'/><title type='text'>Julie's Issue, the Girl that Loves Blubber</title><subtitle type='html'>Well this is a blog that tells many things, many many things. Once you read all of it you will understand what I am talking about. If you want to see something very cute look at the puppies below</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497865487613738283</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>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510785246811171318.post-1956901095386655695</id><published>2010-11-18T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T15:18:52.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!</title><content type='html'>JOEY ESCAPED HIS CAGE THIS MORNING!! HE WENT UNDER THE OVEN!!! (this happened at like 6:30AM) Mom didn't get him out till after lunch! :( poor thing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510785246811171318-1956901095386655695?l=fungirljulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/feeds/1956901095386655695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2010/11/omg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/1956901095386655695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/1956901095386655695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2010/11/omg.html' title='OMG!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497865487613738283</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-8510785246811171318.post-5004148941697105195</id><published>2010-04-06T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T07:48:32.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The to be continued part of the blog post below.</title><content type='html'>To late. Abigail swam as fast as she could to Dr. Giant Squid. Julie was screaming and crying trying to get Abigail to stop but it was no use. Dr. Giant Squid tried to stab Abigail but she was too fast. "ABIGAIL DON'T HE'LL HURT YOU!! PLEASE!!!!!! STOP!!" Julie screamed. &lt;br /&gt; Brad was crying too, but only because Julie was. This was too much for Shark, he swam toward Dr. Giant Squid and bit his arm. "AUGH!!!" yell Dr. Giant Squid. "You are not going to hurt my sensei!!" yelled Shark. "Y-y-y-your sensei....?" said Abigail as her heart fluttered into a flutt. Then Julie and Brad started to sing "Can't You Feel the Love Tonight" from the Lion King. "Enough with this lovey dovey stuff!" yelled Dr. Giant Squid. "SHUT UP YOUR FACE THIS IS THEIR MOMENT OK?!" yelled Brad at the top of his lungs while throwing unicorn horns at the weird squid guy. That's what did it. Once the first horn hit him sparkles flew out of his belly button. "WHAT?!" yelled Dr. Giant Squid. Then all of a sudden the squid dude vanished and a big poof of sparkles were left on the floor. "MY HERO!" yelled Julie as she gave Brad a humungo hug. He fainted. While Julie was helpin the fainted Brad, Abigail was still dazed about Shark calling her his sensei. " So, uh do y'all want to go see a movie with me called the Grassy's Story? I heard it was really good. The critics gave it 5 stars! At the end there's a bonus little movie called The Grassy's Doorknob Troubles." said Shark. "Fine with me!" everyone else said. And the was the start of a very awesome friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510785246811171318-5004148941697105195?l=fungirljulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/feeds/5004148941697105195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-be-continued-part-of-blog-post-below.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/5004148941697105195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/5004148941697105195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-be-continued-part-of-blog-post-below.html' title='The to be continued part of the blog post below.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497865487613738283</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-8510785246811171318.post-2477991027704605376</id><published>2010-04-03T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T18:07:34.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The other continued part to another Grassys Story</title><content type='html'>Abigail gasped, "What!? What is he gonna do? Where is he?"&lt;br /&gt;As usual Brad stared at Julie, " We're riding a rainbow. Riding a rainbow!!!!!! Riding a rainbow," he sang&lt;br /&gt;"Dude! I asked you a question" Abigail yelled.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Quilamer stared at Julie then back at Brad and raised her eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;Julie blushed, "Brad, Abigail asked you something."&lt;br /&gt;He shook his head to make him "wake up" from his dream about riding a rainbow with Julie, "Oh. Huh? I mean it's a long story. Come with me all of you." &lt;br /&gt;Abigail mouthed to her mom that only herself and Julie should go.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh alright but don't get into trouble." Mrs. Quilamer said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;    Out on the parking lot Julie asked Brad, " How'd you get here?"&lt;br /&gt;"Uh.....I uh..... IT'S A SECRET!!! YA SECRET!" he answered.&lt;br /&gt;Julie raised her eyebrow, "That's very nice."&lt;br /&gt;"Ya, well while you to are in Lala Land I'll be looking for a ride." said Abigail.&lt;br /&gt;"That isn't necessary," Brad said then he whistled "Riding a Rainbow". All of a sudden a unicorn showed up, "Where to Brandon?"&lt;br /&gt;"The aquarium," he answered.&lt;br /&gt;"Um.. dude... What up with the unicorn?" Abigail said.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't ask." Brad answered.&lt;br /&gt;Then a rainbow appeared with an escalator on it.&lt;br /&gt;"Hop on," Brad said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the aquarium they ran up to the top of the shark tank.&lt;br /&gt;"Cool!" Abigail exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;"Scary," said Julie while shivering as she looked at a hammer head shark.&lt;br /&gt;Then they saw Shark with gills and a shark fin.&lt;br /&gt;Abigail stared at him admiringly. &lt;br /&gt;Julie nearly fainted again, "WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;"We need to tell y'all something. I'm Shark-Boy and he's well Rainbow-Boy." said Shark&lt;br /&gt; Brad turned into a sea horse(why? Still Brad confuses me so I don't know).&lt;br /&gt;Now it was Abigail's turn to nearly faint.&lt;br /&gt;"I need to tell y'all something too. I'm Water-Girl." said Julie while turning into a beautiful mermaid (Brad nearly fainted this time).&lt;br /&gt;"I need to confess too. I'm Sensei-Girl." said Abigail while turning into an awesome looking Sensei.&lt;br /&gt;"So why are we here again?" Julie asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Shark is trying to defeat Dr. Giant Squid because he killed Shark's pet sharkling."&lt;br /&gt;Julie gasped, "NOT DR. GIANT SQUID HE KILLED MY PET DOLPHINLING!"&lt;br /&gt;"Um.... Julie you never told me you were a mermaid." Abigail said.&lt;br /&gt;"Well you never told me you were a Sensei! And remember last summer when I would always go to the beach and stay there for hours and wouldn't let you come."&lt;br /&gt;"Ya"&lt;br /&gt;"Well know you know why I was there."&lt;br /&gt;"Ya well I'm going to go down there and show a squid who's boss!" said Shark.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone said, "Me too."&lt;br /&gt;(Everyone could breath under water. If you wondered why Abigail could well she's a Sensei, they can do amazing things.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down in the water the kids were looking for the squid.&lt;br /&gt;Julie screamed, "IT'S HIM!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;The squid turned around.&lt;br /&gt;"Ahh! Julie, Brad, Shark, and a ninja person...." he said.&lt;br /&gt;"It's Abigail to you!!!!" said Abigail while charging at the hideous thing.&lt;br /&gt;The squid took out a hu-mongo sword.&lt;br /&gt;"ABIGAIL NO!!!!!!!" Julie screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued. (yet again)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510785246811171318-2477991027704605376?l=fungirljulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/feeds/2477991027704605376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2010/04/other-continued-part-to-another-grassys.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/2477991027704605376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/2477991027704605376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2010/04/other-continued-part-to-another-grassys.html' title='The other continued part to another Grassys Story'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497865487613738283</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510785246811171318.post-3987927610154087706</id><published>2010-03-13T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T19:53:21.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The continued part of another Grassy's Story</title><content type='html'>" Someone call 911! And I'll call my mom!" said Abigail as she got out her neon electric lightning blue I-Phone.&lt;br /&gt;Shark's mouth fell open. Abigail looked at him strangely.&lt;br /&gt;"SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND DON'T SLOBBER ON MY SHOES!" yelled Coach. &lt;br /&gt;Shark didn't snap his mouth shut. "I...uh.... will call 911," he said while getting his not so great Cingular out.&lt;br /&gt;While they were calling a mom and 911 Brad was still sobbing."Why? What did she have to eat that STUPID LIVER?! I MEAN IT IS ICKY!" he yelled.&lt;br /&gt;"NO YELLING IN THE CAFETERIA!" yelled Coach.&lt;br /&gt;"Then why are you yelling Mr. Monster Truck?" said Brad.&lt;br /&gt;Coach Eatman was about to say something until Principal Wigg stared at them, "That's enough you two." &lt;br /&gt;Then all of a sudden sirens went off. "Here comes the ambulance," said Abigail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~ &lt;br /&gt;After Julie was on the ambulance Brad was still sobbing. "TAKE ME WITH YOU!!!!" he yelled. The ambulance people stared at him very strangely.&lt;br /&gt;"PUT BACK IN YOUR GOOGILY EYES AND DRIVE THAT GIRL AWAY SO WHEN SHEGETS BACK SHE CAN GO TO P.E. IT STARTS IN 1 HOUR SO KEEP IT MOVING!!!!" Coach yelled to the ambulance people.&lt;br /&gt;"Sir this young lad-" a ambulance man, named Jim, kind of said but he was interrupted by Brad yelling.....&lt;br /&gt;"HER NAME IS JULIE!!!! GOT IT? J-U-L-I-E! JULIE!!!!! STOP CALLING HER GIRL OR YOUNG LADY! I DON'T THINK YOU WOULD LIKE TO BE CALLED THAT NOW WOULD YOU?!!!!!!??"&lt;br /&gt;"As I was saying," said the said Jim while angerly staring at Brad, "Sir JULIE, won't be able to be here for a while for two reasons. One: The doctors will have to put her to sleep as they operate. Two: She is going to need to stay in her bed for a while when she gets home." &lt;br /&gt; At that moment The girls' mom, Mrs. Quilamer, came speeding up the school's parking lot, and got out her car.&lt;br /&gt;"MY BABY!!!!!! FIRST DAY AT SCHOOL AND SHE'LL NEVER COME BACK!" she screamed. Then the ambulance drove away.&lt;br /&gt;Then Principal.Wigg came running out the school's door, "What?! Why?! We didn't do anything did we?!" he said.&lt;br /&gt;Brad gasped, " What?! Never come back?! Why?!"&lt;br /&gt;Now is was Shark's turn to talk, "Will Abigail still get to go?" he said hopefully while wiggling his eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Quilamer stared at all of them, "Ok here are all of the answers to the questions. Mr. Wigg: Why you ask, and what did you do you ask? YOU FEED THE CHILDREN LIVER!!!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! Young man with the wrinkly shirt(Brad: same answer. And the young man with the neat shirt(Shark): No she will not!"&lt;br /&gt;They all gasped.&lt;br /&gt;Abigail gasped. &lt;br /&gt;Coach Eatman gasped, "BUT THEN I'LL HAVE LESS CHILDREN TO HUMILIATE!"&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, another reason. An evil coach." said Mrs. Quilamer," Now My daughter and I must go to the E.R. to see my other daughter!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At the E.R, after the operation to get the liver out, Julie woke up.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh..........Why am I in the E.R? she asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Honey you ate some liver and you.......well........ fainted," answered her mother, " Oh and I'm doing a favor for you, Dear.&lt;br /&gt;"What is it?" Julie said.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm taking you out of the terrible school," her mom said smiling.&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT?! MOM DON'T DO THAT!!!!!!" Julie yelled.&lt;br /&gt;"Why? "&lt;br /&gt;"Just please don't."&lt;br /&gt;"Well I don't know Sweetie. I don't like schools that feed kids liver."&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, believe me, I know you don't want us to go. But Abigail and I want to go."&lt;br /&gt;Abigail nodded.&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden Brad bursted into the room(don't ask why or how because I don't know), "It's Shark. He is going to do something very stupid!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued(again)........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510785246811171318-3987927610154087706?l=fungirljulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/feeds/3987927610154087706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2010/03/continued-part-of-another-grassys-story.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/3987927610154087706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/3987927610154087706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2010/03/continued-part-of-another-grassys-story.html' title='The continued part of another Grassy&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497865487613738283</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-8510785246811171318.post-6278265643559919541</id><published>2010-02-11T17:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T08:51:29.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Grassys Story</title><content type='html'>It was the first day of school at Jefferson Middle School and the Grassy  twins were not overjoyed about being there until......&lt;br /&gt;"Class we have two new students today. They are twins just like Brad and Shark(Grassymuddle and Grassynoodle). Girls please introduce yourselves." said Ms. Nosealot. Then two beautiful girls walked into the room. You couldn't tell they were twins except for their voice and laugh. The taller one talked first, "Hey! I'm Julie I love animals, jokes and oatmeal. I-" Julie was cut off by Brad saying, "GO OATMEAL!"&lt;br /&gt;Julie giggled. "Oatmeal is awesome." said Julie smiling the straightest whitest teeth you have ever seen. Brad's mouth hung open "Wow." he said. "Um.. anyway. I love hiking, swimming, and acting. Oh ya, here is my sister!" The shorter but still very pretty twin started to talk,"'Sup people! I like Ti- kwan-do as you can see my awesome head band for it. I like soccer. Hi ya! Oh and my name is Abigail."&lt;br /&gt;"WHOA!" yelled Shark.&lt;br /&gt;"Uh..." said Abigail.&lt;br /&gt;Julie was wearing a pink blue and white fancy short-sleeved top with blue jean shorts and flip-flops. Abigail was wearing khaki shorts and a cameo shirt with sneakers. &lt;br /&gt;"Julie you sit by Brad, and Abigail you sit by Julie and Shark." said Ms. Nosealot&lt;br /&gt;Abigail laughed, "SHARK WHAT KIND OF NAME IS SHAR-." &lt;br /&gt;Ms. Nosealot interrupted her, "No yelling or making fun of any names im my class young lady." She gave Abigail "The Look".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          ~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the lunch line Brad and Shark were whispering to each other,"Dude did you she Julie's smile?" said Brad.&lt;br /&gt;"That was nothing compared to Abigail's ti-kwon-do skills." said Shark. Then they both looked over at Abigail and Julie behind them, the boys sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          ~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;"ABIGAIL, JULIE OVER HERE!" yelled the twin brothers. Julie and Abigail looked at each other and shrugged. They sat by the boys Julie sat by Brad and Abigail while Abigail sat by Julie and Shark.&lt;br /&gt;"SO do you like your new school?" asked Shark.&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, I guess." answered Abigail.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you watch Spongebob?" asked Brad to Julie.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my gosh I love that show!" Julie exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;While the kids were talking Coach Eatman, aka Coach Eat-a-Man as the kids called them,stormed over to the twins' table.&lt;br /&gt;Brad saw him first,"It's the mumbo jumbo TITANIC!" he yelled.&lt;br /&gt;"Ahh! He's gonna squash us like a fly!" Julie screamed.&lt;br /&gt;BOOM BOOM BOOM! That is what everyone heard in the cafeteria from Coach Eatman stomping to the twins' table. The girls were frightened and they showed it, the boys were frightened too but did they show it? No. In fact Brad stood up and flexed his muscles (they were quite strong). Shark got mad because Brad was showing off in front of his "girl". So he stood up too and flexed his muscles (they were strong but not as strong as Brad's). Now this time Brad got mad. They gave each other the "about to fight look."&lt;br /&gt;Abigail new this look. Why you ask? She takes ti-kwan-do of course! She fights people all the time! "Uh... Julie I think we need to go!" said Abigail.&lt;br /&gt;Julie didn't understand the look so she said, "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;"Two reasons one the big fatty dude is gonna come over here and make us do push-ups. Two the two weird dudes are gonna fight."&lt;br /&gt;"No! I'm not gonna just go hide while the bull-dozer comes, and them two are punching each other's faces off!" yelled Julie.&lt;br /&gt;Coach Eatman was only a couple yards away and Shark was about to lay a whoop-in' on Brad.&lt;br /&gt;Julie is smart so she thought up a plan. Of course!, she thought. She told Abigail the plan. Abigail shook her head. "It sounds like trouble," she said, "I like it!"&lt;br /&gt;Then the plan went into action. &lt;br /&gt;Julie ate some liver. Then she "fainted" (remember she is great at acting). Brad yelled, "No!" He ran to her and grabbed a pillow (where he got it from I don't know) and put it under her head.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time Abigail was distracting Shark and Coach Eatman with her ti-kwon-do skills (she was chopping tables in two). Coach Eatman was yelling at her but she just ignored him.&lt;br /&gt;Then Principal Wigg came charging in the room, "WHAT IS ALL OF THIS! WHAT HAPPENED TO THE LUNCH TABLES! WHY IS A LITTLE GIRL LYING ON THE FLOOR WITH A PILLOW UNDER HER HEAD.......How did she get the pillow? BUT WHAT HAPPENED IN HERE?!" He bellowed.&lt;br /&gt;"Principal Wigg." Abigail said in her sweetest voice that made Shark's eyes flutter," Coach Eatman grabbed my twin sister by her feet and was throwing her into the tables. That is why she is lying on the floor and that is why some of the lunch tables are broken."  &lt;br /&gt;As they had hoped the principal believed her. Then everyone heard an ear-piercing yell. All eyes fell on the one who had yelled: Brad. The room fell quiet (you could even hear a cricket chirping from outside).&lt;br /&gt;The boy had tears falling from his cheeks. Nobody dared to say a word. Wanna know why? He was looking a a motionless body of a girl." Uh-oh. i know what happened did we have liver for lunch?" asked Abigail.&lt;br /&gt;"Ya, why?" said Shark.&lt;br /&gt;"Julie is EXTREMELY allergic to liver even if she just barley touches it. One time when she was little she ate some and almost died. I so forgot that she was allergic to it." said Abigail. Her "faint" was supposed to be fake but was it? No.  This was not part of the plan.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     To be continued&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510785246811171318-6278265643559919541?l=fungirljulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/feeds/6278265643559919541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-grassys-story.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/6278265643559919541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/6278265643559919541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-grassys-story.html' title='Another Grassys Story'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497865487613738283</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-8510785246811171318.post-3475982845242850214</id><published>2010-02-11T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T17:13:09.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The to be continued part of the blog post below.</title><content type='html'>Uh, oh...&lt;br /&gt;"You can get it!" said Noodle&lt;br /&gt;"Ok!" shouted unexpectedly excited Muddle.Then he ran to the door and opened it. Standing at the door was.... Coach Eatman, Bee, Butterfly, and James Casey.&lt;br /&gt;"Bee my main man! Butterfly my other main man!" said Muddle&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh! thought Noodle, Not the odd ones!&lt;br /&gt;Coach Eatman ran inside and went straight to the 6 year old fruit cake and wolfed it down. "AW DUDE! DISGUSTING!" gagged Noodle.&lt;br /&gt;"Ooh I like imaginary marshmallows." said Muddle while poking and pretending to grab something out of mid-air.&lt;br /&gt;After 5 seconds of devouring fruit cake Coach Eatman punched Bee Butterfly and James in the gut and yelled,"GET OUTTA THIS HOUSE YOU WEREN'T EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE IN HERE 50 LAPS AROUND THE NEIGHBORHOOD! MOVE OUT!" &lt;br /&gt;After the awkward 2 minutes Muddle started the argument of having a picnic outside.&lt;br /&gt;"It isn't raining out there I danced with a squirrel out there and squirrels don't dance in the rain!"&lt;br /&gt;"Dude you didn't dance with a squirrel." said Noodle.&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, ya I did!"&lt;br /&gt;Then out of no where Coach Eatman opened the door and grabbed the meet loaf that was on the counter. Then ran back outside.&lt;br /&gt;"Aww I was gonna eat that for the picnic." mummbled Muddle.&lt;br /&gt;After a few more arguing about the picnic Muddle yelled "YOU KNOW WHAT I WILL JUST HAVE A PICNIC BY MYSELF OUTSIDE!" Then he stormed out the door grumbling to himself.&lt;br /&gt;Noodle sighed as he watched his twin eat a blue peanut butter sandwich. Muddle was flabbergasted when he saw is brother walk out the door with Muddles famous blue peanut butter sandwiches. Muddle grinned. Then started frolicking. Noodle couldn't stop laughing when Muddle was poking a squirrel. Then all of a sudden the stormy clouds rolled away and the sun started peeking out. This was the best picnic day ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510785246811171318-3475982845242850214?l=fungirljulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/feeds/3475982845242850214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-be-continued-part-of-blog-post-below.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/3475982845242850214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/3475982845242850214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-be-continued-part-of-blog-post-below.html' title='The to be continued part of the blog post below.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497865487613738283</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-8510785246811171318.post-394022558812296070</id><published>2010-02-11T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T16:30:33.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY! This is a story...</title><content type='html'>Hey Blog readers! Here is a story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  The Grassy Twins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         One stormy day Grassymuddle walked up to his twin brother Grassynoodle, "Hey wanna go outside and have a picnic?!" said Muddle. "I...... well......... Ok dude well you see, uh, it is kinda storming outside so why don't we just eat inside. K?" said Noodle. "No it isn't! See it is sunny outside. I'll walk outside and show you and when I come in I will be dry." argued Muddle. "Ok...." said Noodle. Then Muddle while Muddle opened the back door thunder boomed constantly. "Ya see the birds are so happy they are rapping!" exclaimed Muddle. Then he walked outside. Muddle was soaked! He then looked at the window Noodle was looking out of at his odd twin. Muddle smiled. He frolicked and started throwing weeds everywhere, then walked inside. "See I'm a dry as a drought!" exclaimed Muddle though he was dripping water like a water hose. "Um.... dude? You are soaking wet!"&lt;br /&gt;"I am not!"&lt;br /&gt;"Are too!" &lt;br /&gt;"Are n-"&lt;br /&gt;Right before he was gonna say not Someone pounded on the door. The boys looked at each other with scared expressions. Who could that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510785246811171318-394022558812296070?l=fungirljulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/feeds/394022558812296070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-this-is-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/394022558812296070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/394022558812296070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-this-is-story.html' title='HEY! This is a story...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497865487613738283</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-8510785246811171318.post-1241767448359866931</id><published>2010-02-08T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T16:45:53.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The to be continued part of The Odd Little Boy....?</title><content type='html'>"Dude ya um....You're kinda scaring me now."&lt;br /&gt;Then all of a sudden Muddle into a giant hamster. Then the boy/hamster grabbed a microphone and started to sing...." I will survive as long as i know how to love I know I will stay alive I've got all my life to live I've got all my love to give and I'll survive I will survive hey hey!"&lt;br /&gt;"OH MY GOSH! DUDE! YOU'RE A....A....A HAMSTER!!! A GIANT HAMSTER!! AHHH!" screamed Noodle. Then Muddle turned into a giant platypus and sang...." You're hot then you're cold. Your yes and you're no. You're in then you're out. You're up then your down."&lt;br /&gt;"AAH!!!! DUDE! YOUR A...A..A PLATYPUS!! Wait, a platypus?"&lt;br /&gt;Then Muddle turned into rhinoceros and sang...." Let's dance, let's shout Shake your body down to the ground Shake your body down to the ground!"&lt;br /&gt;"Ok dude now this is getting old."  &lt;br /&gt;Then Muddle purred (he was still a rhino).&lt;br /&gt;"AAHHHH!" yelled Noodle.&lt;br /&gt;Then Muddle got knocked out again and morphed back into his true form......a boy.&lt;br /&gt;"Bro you ok?!" said Noodle&lt;br /&gt;"Ow. What happened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           THE END!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510785246811171318-1241767448359866931?l=fungirljulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/feeds/1241767448359866931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-be-continued-part-of-odd-little-boy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/1241767448359866931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/1241767448359866931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-be-continued-part-of-odd-little-boy.html' title='The to be continued part of The Odd Little Boy....?'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497865487613738283</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-8510785246811171318.post-7066805339265964232</id><published>2010-01-16T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T15:40:45.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG</title><content type='html'>I HAVEN'T POSTED IN YEARS!!!!!!! I REALLY NEED AN UPDATE AND TO DO SO I WILL MAKE A STORY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           The Odd Little Boy.....?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      There once was a little boy....? His name was Grassymuddle. He had a twin brother that looked exactly like him named Grassynoddle. "Never go out in the cold with a doughnut," exclaimed Muddle. "Oooooooookkkkkkk," said Noodle. Then all of a sudden Muddle fainted. "Dude!!!!!!!!! Are you ok?" said worried Noodle. "Baby come to me. Let me put my arms around you. This was meant to be. And I'm also glad I found you." said Muddle (don't ask.) "Uh........." said Noodle. Then Muddle danced a odd dance called the "Mashed Potato." &lt;br /&gt;"Um......"&lt;br /&gt;"Yessssssssss,yesssssssssss"&lt;br /&gt;"Dude you alright?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yummy....."&lt;br /&gt;"AHHHHHHHHH!!!!! OH MY GOSH!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Be afraid, very afraid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        To be continued?...&lt;br /&gt;                                        (Do you really want to know?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510785246811171318-7066805339265964232?l=fungirljulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/feeds/7066805339265964232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2010/01/omg-omg-omg-omg-omg-omg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/7066805339265964232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/7066805339265964232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2010/01/omg-omg-omg-omg-omg-omg.html' title='OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497865487613738283</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-8510785246811171318.post-1231302782893635935</id><published>2009-10-28T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T18:08:53.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo!!!!!</title><content type='html'>My - sniffle - great grandmother died this morning!!!! I'm so sad!!! She was a good great grandmother. She was 99. We called her Me-Maw. I miss her terribly.  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510785246811171318-1231302782893635935?l=fungirljulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/feeds/1231302782893635935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/10/boo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/1231302782893635935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/1231302782893635935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/10/boo.html' title='Boo!!!!!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497865487613738283</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-8510785246811171318.post-1073729883536923969</id><published>2009-10-28T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T18:07:10.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wolves From Mars</title><content type='html'>☺The Wolves from Mars☻ By: Julie Miller &lt;br /&gt;                 Chapter One: The Birthday Surprise                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hi, I’m Carson Brewer. I live in Agat, Guam. I used to live in San Francisco, California but my dad just had to be in the army so now I live pretty much wherever. I have a Shih- Tzu named Sophie, a box turtle named Myrtle, a cat named Paw-Paw (he has big feet), and a parakeet named Bo-Bo. I’m ten (turning 11).  So it’s my birthday today, normally parents give you a puppy or a bike, but not for me. My parents well they are taking me to Mars. Now, you’re probably thinking that my parents are crazy, well they sort of are…. Okay, want me to get on with the story?      Okay. So I just woke up on my birthday. My mom was in the room with a cake shaped very odd. “Um… Mom? What is the cake?” I said very, very confused. “Oh Honey, you silly goose! It’s Mars!” Mom answered. “May I ask why it is shaped like Mars?!” I asked (I was afraid my mom was having a nervous breakdown). “Carson, remember? We are going to Mars for your birthday! We discussed this when you were five remember now?” Mom said smiling. Ok, now I was totally freaked out. Then I remembered my fifth birthday when my parents told me my birthday present for when I turned 11. I looked at my mom. I looked at her long and hard trying to figure what was going on in her little head. Then that’s when Dad came in, “How’s my birthday girl?! Do you like the cake your mother made?” he said. “Oh it, it’s different alright! I’ve never seen anything like it before!” I said. Then they were smiling and holding the odd looking cake…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          Chapter Two: To Mars we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now if you were a friend I’d just met, and you were spending the night, well let’s just say you would be so freaked out you’d be trying to run out the door. Now don’t get me wrong, my parents are pretty weird, but they are really fun and adventurous. So later that day at about uh… 12:30 my mom said, “Get in the car we are going to the rocket!” I didn’t really want to, but I did. Sophie and Paw-Paw went with us (Sophie is my pet and Paw-Paw is my parents’). When we got to the rocket place people came up to us and handed us weird space suits. “Do I have to put this on? It is so heavy and ugly.” I complained. Of course I did. Once we were on the rocket a big chill went straight down my back. I was scared but yet very excited. Then I heard, “Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one. Blast off!” Then the engines roared.  I felt as if I was getting squished into my seat. My parents started laughing. They are very strange.  I have never understood them. Okay, anyway it took about two or three days to get there, but it was fun seeing the stuff in outer space. Then Mom and Dad landed the rocket on Mars it was an amazing view from my window. Mars is rocky and red. My parents had been to Mars a lot when they first got married so we have a house up there (I’m not trying to brag but my parents are very rich). When we got in the house I went to my “Mars bedroom” and changed into normal clothes. Then I turned on the T.V. and laid on my bed. After my parents got settled in, Dad was going to show me around the house since I had never been there before.&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;br /&gt;                        Chapter Three: The Tour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At about four-ish Dad came in and said that the he was ready to start the tour. He showed me where he and Mom sleep and their bathroom. Then showed my bathroom and play area. The play area had a pool with a slide and diving board, board games, chairs and couches, a huge T.V., video games, a trampoline, a swing set longer than my room, a computer, movies, a telephone, and many other things. Next was the study with computers, a pool table, a T.V., books, and a chess table. The kitchen was like any other kitchen. So was the dining room and living room. Then there was the garage, the basement, the attic (which wasn’t very interesting), and the family room. The front and backyard had front and backyard stuff. My favorite room was, what you probably guessed, my playroom. Mom and Dad liked the study. Paw-Paw didn’t really care as long as nobody bothered him. Sophie went where I went but really liked the kitchen where she would get food. That was all so I asked, “Can Sophie and I go out and explore?” My Dad looked at me then at Sophie, “Sure, as long as you don’t get into any trouble and don’t go too far that you can’t see the house ok?” he said. “Ok, we will be back around dinner so don’t worry” I answered. I ran to put on our space suits. When we got outside we started looking around. That’s when I heard something. I figured that it was just Sophie so I looked at her. I heard it again, that’s when I knew it wasn’t her. We went to go check it out. Big mistake. Then I saw them. Boy were they scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Chapter Four: The most peculiar thing….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They were wolves. The wolves were cute though in a way. They were very playful to each other. Then one said, “What sort of wolf are you! You are furless! I’m Scruffy, the leader of the pack.” I was about to talk but was it just me or did a wolf just talk to me?! Then he continued, “Is this your pup?” he said to me pointing at Sophie. I picked her up. “Wol.. I mean Scruffy, I’m no wolf I’m a human. This is my dog Sophie. My name is Carson.” I said still shocked that a wolf talked to me. “Hmm.. you must be a new species, never heard of a human or dog. We will have to keep you locked up just in case.” He mumbled. “YOU WHA-!!! I have to get back home!” I said. “Come on Sophie run!” We ran but the wolves were hot on out trail. “Come on troops we can’t let them get away!” said Scruffy, little by little I was starting to dislike him. Then we started to gain speed and zoomed into my house and I locked the door just in time for them to catch up. I locked up all the doors that go outside just to be sure. “Honey, what are you doing?” asked Mom. “Ok well this might sound unbelievable but…” then I told her the story. “Oh, my goodness! Honey, I don’t want you to go out there again because they might be dangerous!” warned Mom. “Ok, I won’t” I lied. Of course I was going to go out there because I was curious. After dinner I decided I would go in the morning after breakfast, but I wouldn’t take Sophie just in case. I couldn’t go to bed because I was excited and scared at the same time. Finally I was able to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Chapter Five: The adventure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When I woke up it was five o’clock, Sophie woke me up because she wanted to go into the backyard. “Ok, ok we’ll go out but we have to put on our space suits first.” I said to my dog. When went outside I heard the wolves howling. Ok, I thought to myself, I’m going out there right after I put Sophie back inside.  After Sophie and I finished playing, I decided to write a note to Mom and Dad. This is what it said,&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mom &amp; Dad, &lt;br /&gt;I have gone out to buy some food. I‘ll be back soon. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;                                                Love,&lt;br /&gt;                                               Carson, your daughter&lt;br /&gt;Then I went outside to look for the dogs. Sophie tried to come with me but I wouldn’t let her. After all no telling what the wolves would do to her. Finally I found their lair. I saw Scruffy and some other wolves. I didn’t want to, but I found the guts to go talk to Scruffy. “Scruffy, I need to talk to you.” I said. (I sounded braver then I was!) “What do you want human? Hurry it up or I’ll lock you up!” he demanded. “Two things, one: I don’t want to be locked up! Two, why would you want me locked up?!” I yelled. “Two things for you too, one: I would want you locked up so you won’t be hurting any of us. Two, you just sent yourself locked up in the tower!” he said while laughing like a maniac. “No! Get me out of he…” right while I was talking an ugly wolf tied a little piece of cloth over my mouth (how rude!). Then he hit me with something hard and I got knocked out.  I had a dream of unicorns and rainbows.&lt;br /&gt;                   Chapter Six: Loathing… but not so loathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In my dream while I was talking to Queen Unicorn, then the evil toad pour freezing cold water all over me. That’s when I woke up. I had water all over me and I was freezing cold. It wasn’t the evil toad that poured water all over me it was the evil Scruffy. “You’d been out for three days, human! Get up! Enough beauty sleep!” he said to me. Oh, how I wished I was back in my Mars house and this was all a dream, but sadly it wasn’t. I was so tired, I wanted to fall asleep and dream more of unicorns and rainbows. I hadn’t noticed, but I was in a tower cold and damp. I shivered by thinking what kind of rodents were crawling in here that moment. I missed Mom, Dad, and Sophie. I wanted to cry. “Hey! Scruffy, how would you like it if I kidnapped you and locked you up in a tower. Oh, and you couldn’t see your mom, dad or pets! Would you like it? I bet not! So why are you doing it to me, huh?! I want to get out of here!” I yelled. I loathed that canine. Oh how I wanted to show him how it feels. Then by surprise he came over to me and took the chains of my hands and feet. I saw a tear rolling down his soft furry cheek. I felt like crying myself, so I did. They were happy tears though. I hugged that wolf. “Oh, I’m so sorry human!!!!!!! I didn’t think about it! Please forgive me!” he cried. I stopped loathing him. “Ok, but don’t do this ever again to anyone at all.” I said. I rubbed behind his ears. “What day is it?” I said still sniffing. “September 29, 2009.” Scruffy answered. Oh my gosh! I needed to get home. “Sorry Scruffy but I have to get home. I’m leaving Mars today! I’ll miss you! I’ll see you in November because of my Dad’s birthday. Bye!”&lt;br /&gt;                  Chapter Seven: To Earth we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “I’m home!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. Mom and Dad scurried sown the stairs into the living room. “Carson Breanne Brewer, where have you been?!” Dad commanded. “Well it is sort of a long story.” I said. Then I told them what happened. My Mom was disappointed that I disobeyed her, but then she was happy I was home. “Pack up time to go back to Mother Earth.” Mom said. I grabbed my things and put on Sophie’s space suit then mine. “Bye Mars!” I yelled. Good bye Scruffy, I thought to myself. I never knew that my best friend could be a wolf. When the rocket blasted off I thought I saw wolves howling and waving at me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Julie Miller, the Author:&lt;br /&gt;Julie has three sisters and one brother. She is 11 years old and lives in Huntsville, Alabama. She has a pet hamster named Elephant Moose Oats Miller. Julie is in 5th grade and has awesome teachers name Mr. Coyle and Mrs. Johnson. She has written one other book called &lt;br /&gt;Julie, Abigail and the Aliens to read that book ask Julie about it. Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510785246811171318-1073729883536923969?l=fungirljulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/feeds/1073729883536923969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/10/wolves-from-mars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/1073729883536923969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/1073729883536923969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/10/wolves-from-mars.html' title='The Wolves From Mars'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497865487613738283</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-8510785246811171318.post-1944395271091792796</id><published>2009-10-28T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T17:49:14.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh! I haven't posted in forever!!!!!!!!!! Wanna see my favorite song? well I'll post it.&lt;br /&gt;    Owl City : Fireflies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    You would not believe your eyes&lt;br /&gt;If ten million fireflies&lt;br /&gt;Lit up the world as I fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause they'd fill the open air&lt;br /&gt;And leave teardrops everywhere&lt;br /&gt;You'd think me rude&lt;br /&gt;But I would just stand and stare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make myself believe&lt;br /&gt;That planet Earth turns slowly&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say that I'd rather stay&lt;br /&gt;Awake when I'm asleep&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything is never as it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs&lt;br /&gt;From ten thousand lightning bugs&lt;br /&gt;As they tried to teach me how to dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Big head above my head&lt;br /&gt;A sock hop beneath my bed&lt;br /&gt;A disco ball is just hanging by a thread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make myself cry&lt;br /&gt;That planet mars turns slowly&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say that I'd rather stay&lt;br /&gt;Awake when I'm asleep&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything is never as it seems&lt;br /&gt;When I fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave my door open just a crack&lt;br /&gt;(Please don't tack away from here)&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I feel like such an insomniac&lt;br /&gt;(Please take me away from here)&lt;br /&gt;Why do I tire of counting sheep&lt;br /&gt;(Please take me away from here)&lt;br /&gt;When I'm far too tired to fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To ten million fireflies&lt;br /&gt;I'm weird 'cause I hate goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;I got misty eyes as they said farewell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll know where several are&lt;br /&gt;If my dreams get real bizarre&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make myself believe&lt;br /&gt;That planet Earth turns slowly&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say that I'd rather stay&lt;br /&gt;Awake when I'm asleep&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything is never as it seems&lt;br /&gt;When I fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make myself believe&lt;br /&gt;That planet Earth turns slowly&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say that I'd rather stay&lt;br /&gt;Awake when I'm asleep&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything is never as it seems&lt;br /&gt;When I fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make myself believe&lt;br /&gt;That planet Earth turns slowly&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say that I'd rather stay&lt;br /&gt;Awake when I'm asleep&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything is never as it seems&lt;br /&gt;When I fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make myself believe&lt;br /&gt;That planet earth turns slowly&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say that I'd rather stay&lt;br /&gt;Awake when I'm asleep&lt;br /&gt;Because my dreams are bursting at the seams&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I love this song!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510785246811171318-1944395271091792796?l=fungirljulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/feeds/1944395271091792796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/10/omg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/1944395271091792796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/1944395271091792796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/10/omg.html' title='OMG!!!!!!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497865487613738283</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-8510785246811171318.post-8967658037450313633</id><published>2009-09-28T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T07:31:46.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OK I'm gonna put the title, THEN Issue 22. Ok. Strange story.... Grassynoodle &amp; Grassymuddle</title><content type='html'>OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...... I feel horrible. I'm sick. I have strep throat so I'm gonna make this long.Here, I will make a story (these things just come to me). Ok, it is called...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     GrassyNoodle &amp; GrassyMuddle&lt;br /&gt;                                     Bathtub Trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day GrassyNoodle was going into his twin's and his bedroom. There was GrassyMuddle on the bed with chocolate ALL over his face and clothes (he looked like he rolled in mud). "Um... dude. You ok?? You look horrible! Go take a shower before Ma sees you." Noodle said. " No, I'm good." Muddle said. "No, dude. Go take a shower your gonna.... Gross too late now!" Noodle said looking at the chocolate sheets that he wanted to be clean. Ok I'll let you in a secret. Noodle LOVED to be clean and everything all neat and tidy. Muddle, well, let's just say they looked exactly alike but they acted so different.People could tell who was Noodle and Muddle by the wrinkles on Muddle's shirt and the neat shirt on Noodle. Anyway back to the story... " Dude, you look like you jumped into chocolate syrup." Noodle said. It looked as if Muddle's eyes popped out."Dude how did you know?! I went to SourNewt's house, and he filled his pool with chocolate syrup. We swam in it." Noodle looked at him funny.  "Oh and, we listened to oldies songs there was one and it went like this, 'I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain?' It was weird dude." Then he fell asleep. He woke up right in front the bathroom, Noodle was beside him. " Dude go take a shower.And, you need to lay off the extra cupcakes your a little heavy." Noodle said, Muddle was skinny but he was very strong. Stronger than Noodle but note by much. They are 11. "Dude its the guns, look," then he flexed. Noodle got th point. They were actually both skinny. " TAKE A SHOWER DUDE!" Noodle yelled. Their mom was a clean person too. " WHO WON"T.... DON"T TELL ME...... GRASSYMUDDLE AQUMILLA! GO TAKE A SHOWER RIGHT NOW!" the mom said. "FINE!" Muddle said. After he took a shower the shower got clogged up with chocolate crumbles (they had a little drain). Of course he had to clean it up.So.......... he did. The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510785246811171318-8967658037450313633?l=fungirljulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/feeds/8967658037450313633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/09/ok-im-gonna-put-title-then-issue-22-ok.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/8967658037450313633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/8967658037450313633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/09/ok-im-gonna-put-title-then-issue-22-ok.html' title='OK I&apos;m gonna put the title, THEN Issue 22. Ok. Strange story.... Grassynoodle &amp; Grassymuddle'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497865487613738283</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-8510785246811171318.post-2150712487385943261</id><published>2009-08-07T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T15:02:38.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isuue number 21</title><content type='html'>Hi! Do you like my new background? I think it is totally awesomely cool! If you like it then comment on this saying Yip yip yes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510785246811171318-2150712487385943261?l=fungirljulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/feeds/2150712487385943261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/08/isuue-number-21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/2150712487385943261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/2150712487385943261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/08/isuue-number-21.html' title='Isuue number 21'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497865487613738283</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-8510785246811171318.post-561336040004302121</id><published>2009-08-07T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T14:47:55.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Issue number 20</title><content type='html'>Hi! I fixed it yay!! Now it says Julie's Issue, the Girl that Loves Blubber.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510785246811171318-561336040004302121?l=fungirljulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/feeds/561336040004302121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/08/issue-number-20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/561336040004302121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/561336040004302121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/08/issue-number-20.html' title='Issue number 20'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497865487613738283</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-8510785246811171318.post-8302164704829594581</id><published>2009-08-07T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T14:44:17.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Issue number 19</title><content type='html'>This is kind of embarrassing but yesterday my friend Brittany came over and she did something funny and I laughed so hard that coke came out my nose!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510785246811171318-8302164704829594581?l=fungirljulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/feeds/8302164704829594581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/08/issue-number-19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/8302164704829594581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/8302164704829594581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/08/issue-number-19.html' title='Issue number 19'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497865487613738283</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-8510785246811171318.post-4558320848805286882</id><published>2009-08-07T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T14:45:50.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Issue number 18</title><content type='html'>Ok here's a funny story!!! Well, here ya go!&lt;br /&gt;Barbie and the Brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a little girl named Sally, she loved to play with her barbie dolls! One day Sally asked her mom "Mommy is it bad to put your barbie in the microwave? And her mom said "Yes honey that is a bad thing to do." Now, know that Sally is only 4. " Mommy I did a bad thing." Sally said. "Oh! And mommy is it bad to put your doll house in the oven?" Said Sally. Her mom said "OH! HONEY YOU DID THAT?!?That is SUPPER BAD!" So Sally said "Mommy I did a supper bad thing. And mommy is it bad to chop of your barbie's head?"."Now, honey your just breaking your stuff!" Said her mom. "Mommy I'm breaking my stuff! Mommy is it bad to spank some one and make them cry?" And her mom said " OH! Who did you hurt?!?" " No one, I saw daddy do it to brother!!"&lt;br /&gt;OK, if you didn't get that her dad saw all the stuff that happened and thought it was the brother! Now do you get it?!? If you don't then read it again! Well, got to go! BYE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510785246811171318-4558320848805286882?l=fungirljulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/feeds/4558320848805286882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/08/issue-number-18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/4558320848805286882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/4558320848805286882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/08/issue-number-18.html' title='Issue number 18'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497865487613738283</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-8510785246811171318.post-3699437840876416086</id><published>2009-08-06T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T20:35:05.291-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GRRRRRRR..............................'/><title type='text'>Issue number 17</title><content type='html'>I am not happy right now because I want to change the name of my blog to "Julie's Issue, the girl that loves blubber.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510785246811171318-3699437840876416086?l=fungirljulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/feeds/3699437840876416086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/08/issue-number-17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/3699437840876416086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/3699437840876416086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/08/issue-number-17.html' title='Issue number 17'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497865487613738283</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-8510785246811171318.post-2865490180802036959</id><published>2009-08-04T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T09:26:35.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Issue number 16</title><content type='html'>Hi, to feed the fish click on the water that the Little Fishies are in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510785246811171318-2865490180802036959?l=fungirljulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/feeds/2865490180802036959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/08/issue-number-16.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/2865490180802036959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/2865490180802036959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/08/issue-number-16.html' title='Issue number 16'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497865487613738283</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-8510785246811171318.post-8299703166978970801</id><published>2009-08-04T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T09:10:10.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Issue number 15</title><content type='html'>People! Tell people that I know to go to this website! First comment (or email) me if you can tell a certain person (I need t know who you want to tell before you tell). I am hungry... well bye!!&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         -BlubberLuver&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510785246811171318-8299703166978970801?l=fungirljulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/feeds/8299703166978970801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/08/issue-number-15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/8299703166978970801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/8299703166978970801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/08/issue-number-15.html' title='Issue number 15'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497865487613738283</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-8510785246811171318.post-3300002000713557930</id><published>2009-08-03T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T19:15:02.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Issue number 14</title><content type='html'>AHHHHHH!!!!! Want to know something really cute? If you do then comment this. The comment should say this "I DO I LOVE STUFF THAT'S REALLY CUTE! PLEASE TELL ME!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510785246811171318-3300002000713557930?l=fungirljulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/feeds/3300002000713557930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/08/issue-number-14.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/3300002000713557930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/3300002000713557930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/08/issue-number-14.html' title='Issue number 14'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497865487613738283</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-8510785246811171318.post-8152511553760639730</id><published>2009-08-03T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T18:58:05.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Issue number 13</title><content type='html'>Well, you know my hamster right? Ok today I fed her some lettuce and she loved it!!! And the cutest thing was that I was holding it with my thumb and index finger. So she would eat it like that then she would put one tiny little paw right around the tip of my index finger! It was adorable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510785246811171318-8152511553760639730?l=fungirljulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/feeds/8152511553760639730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/08/issue-number-13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/8152511553760639730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/8152511553760639730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/08/issue-number-13.html' title='Issue number 13'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497865487613738283</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-8510785246811171318.post-9065757024107450622</id><published>2009-08-03T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T12:34:22.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Issue number 12</title><content type='html'>Do you like the puppies?! I think they are so cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510785246811171318-9065757024107450622?l=fungirljulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/feeds/9065757024107450622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/08/issue-number-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/9065757024107450622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/9065757024107450622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/08/issue-number-12.html' title='Issue number 12'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497865487613738283</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-8510785246811171318.post-9019640092504672522</id><published>2009-08-03T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T09:50:20.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Issue number 11 Everyone urry scroll down to the bottom of the screen!</title><content type='html'>P.S. My mosquito bite is bleeding&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510785246811171318-9019640092504672522?l=fungirljulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/feeds/9019640092504672522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/08/issue-number-11-everyone-urry-scroll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/9019640092504672522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/9019640092504672522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/08/issue-number-11-everyone-urry-scroll.html' title='Issue number 11 Everyone urry scroll down to the bottom of the screen!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497865487613738283</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-8510785246811171318.post-9120628429076285115</id><published>2009-08-03T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T09:20:03.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Issue number 10. Ok this will be my post. Abigail I don't know how to change my backround. Please help me! And if someone else knows then please tell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510785246811171318-9120628429076285115?l=fungirljulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/feeds/9120628429076285115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/08/issue-number-10-ok-this-will-be-my-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/9120628429076285115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/9120628429076285115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/08/issue-number-10-ok-this-will-be-my-post.html' title='Issue number 10. Ok this will be my post. Abigail I don&apos;t know how to change my backround. Please help me! And if someone else knows then please tell.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497865487613738283</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-8510785246811171318.post-1067266130064402123</id><published>2009-08-03T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T09:02:58.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Issue number 9</title><content type='html'>Hi! Oh and Abigail I think I figured out what to do. If I don't then I will make a new post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510785246811171318-1067266130064402123?l=fungirljulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/feeds/1067266130064402123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/08/issue-number-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/1067266130064402123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/1067266130064402123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/08/issue-number-9.html' title='Issue number 9'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497865487613738283</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-8510785246811171318.post-4135401225185491162</id><published>2009-08-03T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T09:00:24.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Issue number 8</title><content type='html'>Hi! This is me again. I am so very very bored so this might be a long post. What should I say? Oh I know! Ok my favorite word is blubber so I will tell you the definition so here it is 1. The thick layer of fat between the skin and the muscle layers of whales and other marine mammals, from which an oil is obtained.&lt;br /&gt;2. Excessive body fat.&lt;br /&gt;I love the word blubber! And I love the way it sounds! My cousin from Florida is spending the night here. His name is Kelly. He is 20 something.I have to go to the dentist today. Boo! Ooh and Abigail, if you are reading this how do you change the design of you blog? Well I got to go. Bye!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510785246811171318-4135401225185491162?l=fungirljulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/feeds/4135401225185491162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/08/issue-number-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/4135401225185491162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/4135401225185491162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/08/issue-number-8.html' title='Issue number 8'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497865487613738283</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-8510785246811171318.post-1163010081699339551</id><published>2009-07-29T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T11:27:20.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Issue number 7 P.S</title><content type='html'>The story is called Julie,Abigail, and the Giant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510785246811171318-1163010081699339551?l=fungirljulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/feeds/1163010081699339551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/07/issue-number-7-ps.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/1163010081699339551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/1163010081699339551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/07/issue-number-7-ps.html' title='Issue number 7 P.S'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497865487613738283</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-8510785246811171318.post-5097842511106806228</id><published>2009-07-29T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T11:26:11.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Issue number 7</title><content type='html'>Hi guess what?! I am going to write another story on here! So if you see this post before I put the story in then it may take a while for me to finish the story. Well bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510785246811171318-5097842511106806228?l=fungirljulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/feeds/5097842511106806228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/07/issue-number-7_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/5097842511106806228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/5097842511106806228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/07/issue-number-7_29.html' title='Issue number 7'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497865487613738283</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-8510785246811171318.post-3654606412796212673</id><published>2009-07-19T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T11:31:45.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Issue number 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have some other friends their names are Susannah, Marshall, Becca, Darby, Emma, and Anna Grace. Oh yeah, I forgot something! I had two allergic reactions yesterday at Abigail's house. One frome the cat Oreo and one from the grass. The grass made these bumps on my skin that made me itch. Oreo made some big lines on my legs, and elbows. That made me itch even more! Well got to go. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510785246811171318-3654606412796212673?l=fungirljulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/feeds/3654606412796212673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/07/issue-number-6.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/3654606412796212673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/3654606412796212673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/07/issue-number-6.html' title='Issue number 6'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497865487613738283</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-8510785246811171318.post-672525953529403186</id><published>2009-07-18T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T14:57:44.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Issue number 5</title><content type='html'>Hi I'm Julie Miller.I have a pet hamster named Earnest Telly Oats Miller.I have 3 sisters, one brother&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;and of course a mom and a dad. I am 10 so I am the youngest in my family, Mary  (we share a room), then Michael, Sarah Beth  which is married to Tyler, and last but not least Rachel she is married to Jeremy (Jeremy is the strongest person I have ever met and I have met a lot of people).I would tell you my mom's and dad's age but I don't think they would be too happy about that. My bestest friend is named Abigail Aquila. Abigail is an only child so she only has her mom and dad at her house. She has two pet dogs Allie and Princess. . We are only one hour apart. The good thing though is that we go to church together. . Lots of friendly people go there, it is given The Most Friendliest Church in the World award! One hot summer Sunday evening right before church ended I said to Abigail,"I asked my mom if you you could spend the night tomorrow. Guess what? She said yes!! If your mom says yes then we can party all night long!" So Abigail ran zoomy fast to ask her mom (Mrs.Laura) if she could spend the night with me. when she came back she said "JULIE! JULIE! MY MOM SAID YES!Oh yeah, what time should I be at your house?" I thought for a minute "We'll let our moms discus this. I'll get my mom and you get yours." So we got our moms together and the discussed it.That night I was too excited to go to sleep. Abigail would be at my house at 12:00 tomorrow afternoon. I was thinking about what we would be doing then I got really tired so I fell asleep. I woke up at 9:13! I didn't bother to look at the time last night so who knows what time I fell asleep. Abigail would be over in 2 hours and 47 minutes. Mom said right when I get up I better start getting ready. So when I finished getting ready I decided to clean up my room and the stuff I left laying around all over the house a bit, (even though it wasn't too dirty) to make mother proud of me. I finished at about 11:27. I wanted to eat lunch but I had to wait till Abigail came. So I read Junie B. Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus. To my luck (so I thought) right when I finished the book the doorbell rang. I answered the door. If you thought it was Abigail you were wrong (but you made a good guess). It was friendly old Mr. Ceceil my neighbor. So he asked me if my mom was here and I said yes.I ran speedy quick into the kitchen to get mom. While mom was talking to Mr. Ceceil. I glanced out the dinning room window and saw a car. It was Abigail! I decided not to be rude and go out the front door where Mr. Ceceil was, so I went through the garage door to greet my bestest friend and her mother. After a while her mom left then we decided to go eat then go swimming. We had been in the pool for a couple of hours when I spotted something that looked like a spaceship, "Abigail do you see that?" I pointed in the sky to where the strange object was. "Yeah. It looks like a spaceship to me." she replied. Before I could say anything else my mom popped her head out the door and told us to get ready for dinner. When it was time to go to bed I heard something. I guessed Abigail heard it too because she said, "Did you hear that?" I nodded, "Let's go check it out. We put on our robes (because we were still in our Pajamas. Also we heard it was coming from outside.) When we got outside there was a bright green light shining on our frontyard so we walked over to it. BIG MISTAKE!! We started floating higher and higher! Then we stopped.. I was closing my eyes because I was too scared  to look. Finally I opened my eyes. I noticed there was air in the spaceship. Right in front of us stood three green aliens! (I was surprised they weren't slimy). There was three. One was fat and tall, one was skinny and tall, and one was skinny and short. Then I tried to say something but they put something over Abigail's and my mouth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: tahoma,helvetica,arial,sans-serif;color:#000000;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I think it was some kind of cloth that the aliens use for handkerchief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: tahoma,helvetica,arial,sans-serif;color:#000000;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: tahoma,helvetica,arial,sans-serif;color:#000000;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; I didn't really know what it was, but I hoped it was clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: tahoma,helvetica,arial,sans-serif;color:#000000;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; The fat tall one escorted me and the skinny short  one escorted Abigail."Where should we put them boss?" said the fat one. I was surrprised the they spoke English."Put them in the extra room, Chubby" said the boss who was skinny and tall. When we got to the "extra room" they took the handkercheif like things off of our mouths. "Excuse me, but who are you?" I asked. They looked at each other. Then back at me. "I am Shortie, he's Chubby, and our boss is Boss." answered Shortie. When they left I wondered why they put us in a such a gorgeous room. "They sure know how to treat guests!" Abigail joked. I was too distracted to even bother listening to her. I was looking at a strange object that looked like a bowl. "Whoa, look at that!!!" Abigail exclaimed. She pointed to a glass ball. "Haha. It looks like a crystal ball." she said. " I wouldn't touch it. Who knows what that thing could do! This place is cool, but it is kind of scary. 'Cause we don't know if those aliens are friendly or mean. First, they seemed all mean because they put those things over our mouths. Then, they go ahead and give us a room built like a princess would live in it!" I exclaimed very loudly. I yawned. Abigail yawned. "I guess we should go to bed in our luxury beds now.Hehe." So we hit the hay. We woke up when someone did a loud bang on our door. It was a good thing I wore my watch or I would be lost. I looked at it it was &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1247922148_12"&gt;8:30&lt;/span&gt;. Good I needed my rest because all that swimming the day before wore me out! "OPEN THE DOOR EARTHLINGS! YOUR BREAKFEST IS READY!!" yelled a voice. I opened the door. It was Chubbie and Shortie. "Oh yeah. Get ready firist. The dinning room is right to your left. There are two toothbrushes on the sink in your bathroom. Here wear these." Shortie handed Abigail an electric yellow and gray suit that was a space dress. Then he handed me a neon electric blue and grey space dress. When they left we got dressed. The dresses came down to about a little lower than our knees. "Hey these are pretty cute! They have good style!" I said. Abigail laughed, "Yeah, I wonder if they have any shoes? Oh well, let's go eat. I hope they have good food!" When we got to the dinning room the aliens were sitting down. There was about ten robots all lined up against the wall. When Abigail and I sat down one robot went to her then one went to me. "Hello. I am Crystal your server robot. What would you like to eat? What are you a robot, a Earthling, or an alien?" Crystal asked me. "A human. I mean a Earthling." I answered. "What would you like? I can make anything you want" she said. "Hmmmm. I would like a waffle with milk." Abigail ordered muffins, apple juice, and bacon. "So Earthlings, I figured that since you will be staying here for a while we might as well get to know each other." said Boss. I almost choked on my waffle. " Excuse me for asking, but why are we even staying here for a while? Why are we even here? Can yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: bookman old style,new york,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma,new york,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma,new york,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida console,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;u take us back home please? I miss my mommy!" I said. "Five  things. ONE, YOU ARE STAYING HERE BECAUSE YOU HAVE SEEN TOO MUCH!! TWO, YOU HAVE SEEN TOO MUCH!! THREE, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma,new york,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida console,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I WILL NOT TAKE YOU BACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma,new york,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida console,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;. FOUR, YOU CAN MISS YOUR MOMMY ALL YOU WANT TO. FIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma,new york,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida console,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;, what are your names?" said/yelled Boss. &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1247922148_13"&gt;Goosebumps&lt;/span&gt; ran all down my back. "Ummm. I am Abigail. She is Julie." said Abigail. Then we started talking about what we liked and what we didn't like about everything on Earth. A few months later he became Abigail's and my bestest friend. One day Boss told us to come to where he was. He was in his science lab. He told us to lay on these bed like things. We did. He put something on our heads. Next thing I knew I fell asleep. I had a dream about unicorns and rainbows. Later in my dream a unicorn named Flowers came up to me and said, "Wake up Julie, wake up!" I woke up. Boss was the one that interrupted my dream. Abigail was already awake."Woah, Abigail you look like an alien!" I exclaimed. I could tell it was her by the way her eyes looked. ''Julie you don't look like yourself. Are you sick? You look like a alien too? Wait! We are aliens!  Did you do this to us Boss?" said Abigail. Boss nodde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma,new york,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida console,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma,new york,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida console,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;. "Do you like it? I made you official aliens! You have your own spaceship! Well, technically you both share a spaceship, but I don't think you two mind do you?" Abigail and I looked at each other then back at Boss. "YAY!!! THANK YOU!! OF COURSE WE DON'T MIND!! YAY!!! WE HAVE OUR OWN SPACESHIP!! Uh-oh. We don't know how to fly one." I said. "I will teach you" said Boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   A few years later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yay! Woo hoo! Come on Julie!! This is awesome! I am zooming through space!"  yelled Abigail. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BOOM! CRASH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "Abigail, what did you do?!?" I exclaimed. "The handle of the spaceship broke off and it went flying toward the G.P.S. And then it broke. So now we are going really fast through space! OH NO!! JULIE! WE ARE HEADING STRAIGHT TOWARD EARTH!!! WE ARE GOING TO CRASH LAND!! AHHHH!" screamed Abigail. Then all of a sudden there was a huge jerk. We walked out of the spaceship. We landed in my front yard!!! All of a sudden our skin started changing back to human form! We were younger again. We were in our p.j'.s. It was morning. We ran inside. "MOM WE ARE HOME!!! IT IS US. JULIE AND ABIGAIL!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. It was &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1247922148_14"&gt;6:15 AM&lt;/span&gt;. My mom ran out of her room. "Julie what are you doing? You woke us up! Why did you do that?" said mom. "What? We  were gone for five years!" I said confused. "You were what? Where did you go? If you were gone you were only gone for a few hours! Why did you leave the house? I am very disipointed in you two!" said mom. Then I told mom the whole story. Mom was confused "Julie, that is impossible!!" she said. Abigail had an idea. "Mrs.Cindy, come look!" Abigail ran out the front door. She pointed at the spaceship. My mom said sorry and she called Abigail's mom. She came over to see the spaceship. After awhile Abigail and Mrs. Laura left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510785246811171318-672525953529403186?l=fungirljulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/feeds/672525953529403186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/07/issue-number-5.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/672525953529403186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/672525953529403186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/07/issue-number-5.html' title='Issue number 5'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497865487613738283</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-8510785246811171318.post-870636758272221734</id><published>2009-07-17T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T17:13:56.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Issue number 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hello people! Tomorrow I am going to Abigail's house! Mackenzie, Sarah, and Megan are going too. YAY! The reason why we are going to her house is because we all went to camp together only us, and so they are having a cookout-ish thing for us! It will be so fun! I can't wait! The other good part is that we are laeving at 12:00 to go there! This will be the best night of all because Mary is at a lock in at her friend's church so I will have the whole room to myself (we share a room). Plus she will be gone all next week, besides Sunday, part of Friday, and Saturday, because of her camp. Another thing that will brighten my week even better is that my cousin and I might spend the night at Granna's house (my mom's mom)! Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510785246811171318-870636758272221734?l=fungirljulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/feeds/870636758272221734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/07/issue-number-4.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/870636758272221734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/870636758272221734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/07/issue-number-4.html' title='Issue number 4'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497865487613738283</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-8510785246811171318.post-6357871992125841119</id><published>2009-07-17T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T16:47:21.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Issue number 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hi! Ok so I will start this off with some of my bestest friends from church ok there is Abigail, Mackenzie, Megan, and Sarah. Ok, now I will tell you my siblings . First there is the oldest Rachel, Sarah Beth, Michael, Mary, then last but not least me. I have had three hamsters two have died, but one is still alive and of course Ellie is the one alive. We have had one dog but it died too. I took\take very good care of my animals . Want to know something very cute? Ok, I put a barbie crib in Ellie's cage, and she crawled into it with a little hamster treat that I gave her. And she ate it while curled up in a little fur ball.:d. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510785246811171318-6357871992125841119?l=fungirljulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/feeds/6357871992125841119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/07/issue-number-3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/6357871992125841119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/6357871992125841119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/07/issue-number-3.html' title='Issue number 3'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497865487613738283</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-8510785246811171318.post-3195682138084542954</id><published>2009-07-17T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T15:27:21.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Issue number 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;This issue is about me&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I have one hamster named Elephant Moose Oats Miller (Ellie for short.) She is a Russian Dwarf. Ellie is black with white feet, white ears, and a white neck. I have some best friends. I will tell you about one her name is Abigail Aquila. She is very funny! I have to go I will tell you other stuff about me later. Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510785246811171318-3195682138084542954?l=fungirljulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/feeds/3195682138084542954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/07/issue-number-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/3195682138084542954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/3195682138084542954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/07/issue-number-2.html' title='Issue number 2'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497865487613738283</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-8510785246811171318.post-1920653986490688546</id><published>2009-07-17T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T15:16:55.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Issue number 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hello my name is Julie this is my first issue tah-da! It is called Babies &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;CREEP&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;me out! Babies &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;CREEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me out because one time I was babysitting a baby and it said "Gobble gobble!" And I was totally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;FREAKED &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I put it up to a turkey and the turkey said, "Gobble gobble." Of course the baby answered and it said "Gobble gobble." And they started having a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CREEPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; turkey conversation. I didn't notice but the mom's car pulled up. She came running up to me and said "My baby! You are fired. Why would you dare hold a baby up to a turkey? " Then I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                       The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510785246811171318-1920653986490688546?l=fungirljulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/feeds/1920653986490688546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/07/issue-number-1.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/1920653986490688546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510785246811171318/posts/default/1920653986490688546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fungirljulie.blogspot.com/2009/07/issue-number-1.html' title='Issue number 1'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497865487613738283</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></feed>
