<?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-7398970596528892813</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:55:24.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shannon Nicole's Blogs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonnicoleoveson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398970596528892813/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonnicoleoveson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shannon Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11995672879895802407</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>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7398970596528892813.post-3658762727534831626</id><published>2009-03-22T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T14:14:48.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flipped</title><content type='html'>I have the most amazing book that I think everyone should read.  It's called "Flipped" By Wendolin Van Draanen.  It totally changes your perspective and makes you realize that life isn't about what's on the surface.  I love this book.  I've read it many times, and each time I finish it, I have this overwhelming sense of life and where I'm heading.  It is one of the best books ever written.  You have to be able to look beneath the surface to really appreciate it.  The meaning it portrays and what it's trying to tell you is so amazingly deep yet simple at the same time.  Read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398970596528892813-3658762727534831626?l=shannonnicoleoveson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonnicoleoveson.blogspot.com/feeds/3658762727534831626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398970596528892813&amp;postID=3658762727534831626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398970596528892813/posts/default/3658762727534831626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398970596528892813/posts/default/3658762727534831626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonnicoleoveson.blogspot.com/2009/03/flipped.html' title='Flipped'/><author><name>Shannon Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11995672879895802407</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-7398970596528892813.post-6488460962923137533</id><published>2008-05-25T20:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T21:12:05.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grounded...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hey guys... I'm grounded.  It totally sucks because that means no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; for two weeks, no car for two weeks, no phone for two weeks, and no computer for two weeks.  Luckily, my mom let me get on this site (and in her exact words, "That site ONLY, Shannon!") &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt; Well I deserve this punishment on account of I lied to my mom.  Stupid stupid stupid, I know.  I'm stupid.  But yeah.  I'm totally going crazy without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt;... Like, I miss my friends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; MUCH!!  And it totally figures that my friends chose THIS WEEKEND to decide to ask if I want to hang out.  They never ask if I want to, but lets hand it to them to ask on the weekend that I can't.  Oh well, I guess I deserve that, too.  I have just been so bored and sigh...........  You people have NO idea.  Today, my sister-in-law gave me her old camera that she used to use and so I went out in the yard to take pictures of our snowball trees and lilac bush.  Most of them are blurry, but I got some cool ones.  I sometimes wish I was really good at taking AWESOME pictures.  I guess the first step would be to get a new camera &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; :)  All in time, I guess.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;    Today, me and my mom played Guess Who and Connect Four.  THAT'S how bored I am.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; I haven't played those games in YEARS!!  It was kinda fun, too.  You know that feeling that you get when you just are so sick of sitting around, but you can't muster the energy to actually get up?  And it drives you crazy?  That's how I feel now.  Plus, I think I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;RLS&lt;/span&gt;, and that isn't exactly helping.  Ha ha he he hi hi ho ho &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hu&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;!!!!  I've been playing Super Princess Peach all day on my Nintendo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt; and right now, I have that icky feeling.  Sigh.... I miss McKay and Alan and all my other friends who's faces I love. . . And I miss Charlie, my cell phone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  Yikes, I just realized how horribly boring my blog must be to read.  But the truth is, I just can't write when I'm feeling so restless.  I think maybe I'm going to post this story that I was writing in my OLD journal that I found last night!!  Let me know what you guys think!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*   *   *   *   *   *   Chapter one    *   *   *   *   *   *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;    The sun was setting as I hurried to my destination.  It'd soon be dark, and I was slowly beginning to freeze, so I turned up the collar of my thin jacket and hugged myself in an attempt to keep warm.   I could see my breath in the air like smoke from a dragon's mouth, and I scolded myself for not wearing a coat.  Sunlight spun in orbs across my face through the leaves of the trees in the neighboring yards, casting a dappled pattern against the cold sidewalk.  I'd be there soon, so I sped along hoping to get out of the cold faster and turned the corner onto my familiar, deserted street.  A man stood on the sidewalk a ways off with his back to me.  I slowed my pace a little as he turned down the dark alley that broke off my usually busy street.  I sped up again, bowing my head against the gentle, freezing wind with my eyes watching my skater shoes as I wished I had my skateboard to get me home faster.   My dad was going to kill me when I got home for sneaking out like that.  I slowed down again at the thought of what my drunk dad would do, dreading each step that carried me closer to the man I hated.  A strong, pale hand grabbed my shoulder and I looked up in shock.  It was the man I had seen ahead of me who had supposedly gone the other way.  I found myself staring into cold, icy brown eyes that seemed to pierce my heart.  I could see pleasure in his eyes and his thin mouth turned into a twisted, cruel smile.  His fingernails pierced my tender skin, right through my jacket and into my shoulder as if to tell me I had no means of escape, and I winced at the pain.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Look what I found!" he said in an excited, mocking whisper.   Terror filled my body as he started to drag me toward the dark alley's opening.  My body seemed to to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;paralyzed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; and my long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;-streaked hair fell into the blood from my shoulder.  I finally seemed to wake up and thrust my feet down into the sidewalk, hoping to catch a bump or crack.  The man stumbled a bit when my feet struck the ground that I tore myself away from him.  His nails ripped up my arms and shoulders, leaving rivers of blood streaking across my pale skin.  My jacket remained in his hands as I raced back down the street.  I looked over my shoulder to see him running after me, so I started to scream and run faster.  He caught me by the hair and hit the soft skin of my face.  My nose didn't break, but I could feel the warm blood running down my face.  He grabbed my wrists and shook me over and over again as if to punish me for my attempted escape.  I looked into his eyes, my own wide with terror.  I could hear a car coming, but I could see in this man's rage that he didn't seem to notice the approaching wheels that he had his back to.  I looked just past his shoulder and he followed my eyes seeing the car.  He turned back toward me with a look of hatred on his face as if it were my fault, grabbed my head in his hands, and banged it against his own, sending me tumbling to the ground in a swirling black abyss.  Just before I hit the ground, I recognized Trevor, my best friend, passing by in the car...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;                                                                                *                *            *            *                *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;    I woke up to the sound of water running.  I sat up, alarmed by the strangely familiar scent of the pillow my head had rested on.  My head seemed to pound through my skull, so I sat back down with my eyes still closed.  A cool washcloth came down on my burning face and gently rubbed; I assumed it was to wash off the dried blood from my nose.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;    "Nicole?" a gentle, worried voice asked quietly.  I knew that voice.  And I knew the scent I had recognized on the pillow.  It was Trevor.  I opened my eyes and found him looking at me with concern etched into every contour of his face.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Guys, I'm tired of typing.  The next time I blog, which in fact, will be VERY soon, I will finish typing the rest.  I know it's not very good so far, but that's okay.  It's mostly just for my own entertainment.  I'm sure there's plenty of typos, but so who cares?  He he Well, good night, snack well!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398970596528892813-6488460962923137533?l=shannonnicoleoveson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonnicoleoveson.blogspot.com/feeds/6488460962923137533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398970596528892813&amp;postID=6488460962923137533' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398970596528892813/posts/default/6488460962923137533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398970596528892813/posts/default/6488460962923137533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonnicoleoveson.blogspot.com/2008/05/grounded.html' title='Grounded...'/><author><name>Shannon Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11995672879895802407</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-7398970596528892813.post-7470739595075601523</id><published>2008-04-05T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T21:57:04.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 5th 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm exhausted.  Today, we (and by me, I mean me and the fam) watched general conference.  The whole time I crochetted on this REALLY cute baby blankie that I'm making:) My oldest sister, Samantha, is having a baby girl named Amelia Gwen Kennicott!!! I am SO excited to be an aunt!!  I just got my license, so when she is born, I'll be babysitting her a lot. I want to take her to the zoo, wheeler farm(of course when she gets a little older), and to all these cute little kid places!!  So yeah, back to the blanket.  It's dark pink, light pink, and white.  I'll get a picture of it so far on here as soon as I can kife a camera.  But it's turning out really well, so I'm happy for the most part... I dunno what's wrong with me lately. I'm kinda depressive, but I'll get over it, I'm sure.  Just REALLY stressed with everything.  But anywho, other than that slight very minor factor, things are ok.  I started season 8 of friends and BAM!!! Joey likes Rachel!! WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT!?!?!?  But it's kinda weird since she's pregnant and all.  And I know that in the end, she really does end up with Ross, but it sould be NOW!!  lol..  Wow.  My life.  The Twilight series and Friends.  I'm a total loser:)  But it's ok because it's not like I'm trying to impress anyone, right?  Ha.......Ha...............  But yeah. Things are ok.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Each wrong word brings the blade closer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The intentions of pain settle deep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She's trying, she's helpless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She's crying but can't confess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She loves him too much, too complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Each remark cuts and the tip finally touches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The soft perfect skin starts to tear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Her blood that is spilling's too innocent, too willing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He'd save her, but doesn't really care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;His eyes were too blind, and his heart was too cold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But she reached for him, crying his name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yet he still couldn't hear, and he didn't look back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And he left, ignoring her pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shoved in still deeper, the blood flowed more freely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Her breath caught, she chocked on the tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Until finally it cracked, scarred and broken in pieces,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Her heart leaking all of its fears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Ok, so when I let my stupid, not-my-friend-anymore friend Cassie read this, she said that I sound emo.  But I guess I can see that.  It sounds like I'm talking about cutting, but I'm not.  It's totally metaphorical as in the words he was saying and the things he was doing just hurt her more and more.  But anyways, let me know what you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7398970596528892813-7470739595075601523?l=shannonnicoleoveson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonnicoleoveson.blogspot.com/feeds/7470739595075601523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398970596528892813&amp;postID=7470739595075601523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398970596528892813/posts/default/7470739595075601523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398970596528892813/posts/default/7470739595075601523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonnicoleoveson.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-5th-2008.html' title='April 5th 2008'/><author><name>Shannon Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11995672879895802407</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-7398970596528892813.post-5567581392324948600</id><published>2008-04-02T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T20:51:50.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 2, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;So today was...interesting.  I'm enrolled in this really difficult math 10/50 course at Salt Lake Community College even though I'm a sophmore in high school.  It's really stressful, but I'm handling it.... I hope.  We had this lesson on complex multi-functions  that was SO HARD, but I was totally getting it!!  We got this huge assignment, and I even finished half of it in class.  Then spring break happened.  I put it off until the day before I went back to the class, and when I tried to finish it, I couldn't remember!  So I went to class and whew! I remembered.  So we got another assignment today, so I had to finish both in order to catch up.  After school, I spent two hours working on them, so I'm kinda tired out.  But after, I watched two whole discs of Friends!! I LOVE that show!!  I settled down on my bed with my 2 liter cherry-vanilla diet Dr. Pepper with my mini DVD player, and settled back :)  OH!! And then I went to young women's and watched The Wizard of Oz and it was CRAZY!! Me and Dusty, Hanna, and Kassey were so HYPER.  We had so much junk that I'm feeling a little queasy, but it's great :)  &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/7398970596528892813-5567581392324948600?l=shannonnicoleoveson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shannonnicoleoveson.blogspot.com/feeds/5567581392324948600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7398970596528892813&amp;postID=5567581392324948600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398970596528892813/posts/default/5567581392324948600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7398970596528892813/posts/default/5567581392324948600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shannonnicoleoveson.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-2-2008.html' title='April 2, 2008'/><author><name>Shannon Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11995672879895802407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
