<?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-6492511466700505967</id><updated>2012-01-27T14:08:16.034-08:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='st.patricks.'/><category term='thanksgiving'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='earth day'/><category term='school'/><category term='New Year'/><category term='letters'/><category term='valentines'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='MOTM'/><title type='text'>A little thing called me</title><subtitle type='html'>things, and stuff</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L30z-YH6944/SnMWwCaC3PI/AAAAAAAAABg/cOsv8oMGkGg/S220/Photo+175.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>230</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-3025405189532098031</id><published>2012-01-27T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T14:08:16.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just that kind of day.</title><content type='html'>You know what? Today, despite nothing going on, (yet) I feel that today is a bad day. It doesn't seem fair, really, that Friday did nothing to me, and it started well enough. I mean, my school had this play thing, and it was good, but still. Something was just wrong with today. Its one of those days where,  no matter how hard you try, it's just sad. And because I'm waiting for my music lessons right now, I got the feeling that it's about to get much worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-3025405189532098031?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/3025405189532098031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-just-that-kind-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/3025405189532098031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/3025405189532098031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-just-that-kind-of-day.html' title='It&apos;s just that kind of day.'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-6645740684275799727</id><published>2012-01-25T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T08:39:38.716-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOTM'/><title type='text'>War Horse</title><content type='html'>Okay, I saw War Horse a while ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't want to see it, because I thought it would make me cry, (I always cry when a animal dies or is injured) but my mom bugged me to see it, so I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would be really good, seeing its Steven Spielberg, and its WAR HORSE, for god sake, it must be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was good. It was amazingly shot, with gorgeous scenery. (Well, apart from the war trenches, but you can't do anything about that) It wasn't what I thought though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really cheesy. I mean, I know the story is about the miracle that brings the boy and his horse together, but in reality, what are the odds? I can't believe that the horse just happened to wander into the one battlefield where Albert is. And then, the coin flips and the British get him? I mean, come on. That was 50/50, but combined, its very improbable. The whole movie was improbable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I can't believe that the mustard gas only left that kid blind. Mustard gas leaves blisters on the skin, attacks internally, and slowly and painfully kills you. Its not very likely that he was only blinded, AND he recovered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised to see some actors in it. The guy who plays Loki in Thor was in it, which I thought was funny, and Benedict Cumberbatch was in it too! YAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also liked how it wasn't a love story. I mean, it was, but with the boy and his horse. Not two people. There was some love interests, but for one scene. (Although that scene was necessary) I liked that. There are too many love stories going on these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So overall, if I were you and you didn't see it, I would just rent it. Its okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-6645740684275799727?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/6645740684275799727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2012/01/war-horse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/6645740684275799727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/6645740684275799727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2012/01/war-horse.html' title='War Horse'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-7202252170852764840</id><published>2012-01-23T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T08:35:28.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! Happy Chinese New Year! Its the year of the dragon now! Do you celebrate it? Did you go to school today? I didn't. I'm watching TV now and I was eating congee. So... I was just posting to say happy Chinese New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-7202252170852764840?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/7202252170852764840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-chinese-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/7202252170852764840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/7202252170852764840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year!'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-8339646864317962419</id><published>2012-01-21T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T05:30:11.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS SNOWING!</title><content type='html'>HEY GUYS! ITS SNOWING! YEAH! Finally... It hasn't snowed this year in winter AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for hearing me Mama Nature!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, whatcha going to do with the snow? Im going to walk Ani in it! She loves snow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-8339646864317962419?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/8339646864317962419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-snowing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/8339646864317962419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/8339646864317962419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-snowing.html' title='ITS SNOWING!'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-8403476242472217804</id><published>2012-01-20T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T05:28:47.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The British Are Consuming my life.</title><content type='html'>I love British people. They got awesome accents, awesome TV shows, awesome movies, awesome actors, they are just super awesome! I'm obsessed with a bunch of British TV shows, and I think now Britain is consuming my life. In a good way. I'm happy about that. Its a good thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-8403476242472217804?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/8403476242472217804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2012/01/british-are-consuming-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/8403476242472217804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/8403476242472217804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2012/01/british-are-consuming-my-life.html' title='The British Are Consuming my life.'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-8870552108580667671</id><published>2012-01-19T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T14:03:51.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save the internetz!</title><content type='html'>Hi guys, Im not sure if you know about SOPA. It stands for the Stop Online Piracy Act. It will destroy the internet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this law is trying to have photos, videos, anything thats yours is not able to share over the internet. It protects whats yours. This will protect artists, and music players. Now people cant copy their work, and they get their money. Sounds good, right? Wrong! Most of the internet will be shut down, because the internet is, at the core, people finding something that they like, and sharing it. Thats the internet. If you found a picture that you like, and you want to download it and make it your wallpaper, you cant. You found a hilarious picture that actually made you LOL, and you want to share it on facebook, you cant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what I said about it protecting artists? Well, many, many, many artists rely on the internet to get big. Thats how Justin B. got to sing with a studio and be who he is now. (I know, I know, that was a BIG mistake on the planet earth, but I'm just sayin' that it could happen to a more talented artist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, please, stop this madness. The Internet must be saved at all costs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-8870552108580667671?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/8870552108580667671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2012/01/save-internetz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/8870552108580667671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/8870552108580667671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2012/01/save-internetz.html' title='Save the internetz!'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-8841126003917658397</id><published>2012-01-16T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T13:02:08.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um, so, IMSOMADATSHERLOCK!</title><content type='html'>So, yeah, you all, I love sherlock. You all know this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just amazing, and I even said earlier today that when you watch it, your IQ goes up by 10. So, of course, when I found out season 2 only was airing in Britain, I immediately looked it up on the trusty internet. (Well, after I stopped ranting and kicking things around) I found that I could watch it a day later, so i clicked the link and watched. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when I was preparing to watch the 2nd episode, my link broke. No matter what I did, that. link. would. not. play. Sherlock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I panicked, and then called and asked my friends to tell me the link they were watching it on, and they gave it to me. (I love you guys, you saved my life. Not in that way, people. As friends.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then today I watched the last Sherlock. I wont say what happens, but for those people who saw it, or are reading this later than today and did see it, you know what is going to go on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for when what happened happened, I felt something. I mean, It became more than a TV show. I really felt for John, and especially Sherlock. I was close to tears, I almost cried, if I do that in movies. My mom cried. It was so heartbreaking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, HOLD UP, HERE BE SPOILERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when John and Sherlock were cuffed, and then (i think it was) Sherlock said, "here, John, hold my hand" I was so happy. I mean, I get that it was for co-ordnation and so they don't trip, but I think it was Sherlock saying something more. It was the way the makers made everyone happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when John was at Sherlock's grave, and he started to cry and said "Just one more thing... Just... Don't... Be... Dead." I was so sad for him! I think it was his way of saying "I love you, don't be dead" It was just... heartbreaking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually felt for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________OKAY, YOU GUYS CAN READ NOW___________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, what up with the not-so-much a cliffhanger? I mean, what? I know thats the style of Sherlock, but I mean, come on now. Thats whats called cruel. I was so mad, but I googled if there would be another season, and they said it was a rumor! I was so mad! THERE WILL BE NO MORE SHERLOCK?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I needed to call someone, so I called my friends Emily and Katherine, who are also major Sherlock fans, and I am pretty sure they saw the last one. (they were the ones that helped give me the site.) They did, and we talked about it, and then they told me the best news of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be another Sherlock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sereously, I'll say it again, I love you guys. I would'a died without you guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's going to be in 2103! I mean, COME ON! WE WATED THIS LONG FOR 3 EPISODES, AND NOW ONE MORE YEAR BEFORE WE FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS! BE KIND! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, still its better than nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-8841126003917658397?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/8841126003917658397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2012/01/um-so-imsomadatsherlock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/8841126003917658397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/8841126003917658397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2012/01/um-so-imsomadatsherlock.html' title='Um, so, IMSOMADATSHERLOCK!'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-6397564918320949610</id><published>2012-01-15T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T17:34:07.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is COLD!</title><content type='html'>ITS SO COLD! Guys! what happened here? I mean, really! It was warm, too warm, and then it was FROZEN! Im so glad I have a day off tomorrow. I'll be snugglin'  with Ani, watching The Shining, (I got it from the videostore today) questioning my sanity, drinking hot chocolate. (But I'll have to go get some! D: ) I really hope it snows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, now, whenever theres snow, I always think its ash from a exploding planet or something. I probably have been watching too much Doctor Who. HAHA, JUST KIDDING! THERES NO SUCH THING! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, in one episode the first snow of the season was really ash from a retreating spaceship that the old Torchwood blew up. The old one. Before Jack re-built it. He would never do such a thing to a alien. Or would he? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope you all stay warm. Somehow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-6397564918320949610?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/6397564918320949610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-is-cold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/6397564918320949610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/6397564918320949610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-is-cold.html' title='It is COLD!'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-6772167574679789440</id><published>2012-01-08T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T12:28:27.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it with British TV shows?</title><content type='html'>You know what? I love British TV shows. They are better than normal TV shows. They can get me to watch something that I would not usually like. Is it the accents? Or the fact that it's just awesome? I think both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, take some shows like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Upstairs, Downstairs&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Downton Abby&lt;/span&gt;. They are about rich people and the help. But I love it! WHY? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, is the other ones like Sherlock, Doctor Who, Torchwood, Being Human (I dropped it though, it got too complicated, but it was still good) (oh, and THE BRITISH one, not the American remake. Why do Americans like to remake things anyway?) and all that jazz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I do like American TV shows, I mean, I like Walking Dead and Lost, and all that, but still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-6772167574679789440?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/6772167574679789440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-is-it-with-british-tv-shows.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/6772167574679789440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/6772167574679789440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-is-it-with-british-tv-shows.html' title='What is it with British TV shows?'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-122898434276115244</id><published>2012-01-08T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T16:33:50.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This One Was Requested</title><content type='html'>So, I was with my Cousins yesterday, and Jay, my cousin Renee's husband, was disappointed because he did not get recognised on my blog yet. So, I hope this makes him happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after violin classes, I met up with my Cousin Renee, Jay, her kids (adorable!), and my aunt and everybody else. We got in the car and drove to the Botanical Garden. We had a snack, and then Jay, (he's super handsome, and looks younger than he is ;) ) (oh, and he's super funny) told me to try some of these chips, and THEY WERE THE BEST CHIPS EVER. He had handed me the best chips I ever tasted. Then thoughout the whole entire trip he was just being awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(is that okay Jay?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-122898434276115244?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/122898434276115244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-one-was-demanded.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/122898434276115244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/122898434276115244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-one-was-demanded.html' title='This One Was Requested'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-4375072345655905337</id><published>2012-01-06T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T19:04:35.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, I dont know what to say.</title><content type='html'>Hey, Sorry about this post, I just posted because I was bored (well, not really, im watching my fave show) But i took a small break just to post and say im not abandoning it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-4375072345655905337?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/4375072345655905337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2012/01/well-i-dont-know-what-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/4375072345655905337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/4375072345655905337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2012/01/well-i-dont-know-what-to-say.html' title='Well, I dont know what to say.'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-6792803219229545111</id><published>2012-01-03T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T12:50:33.488-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>Hi Momma Nature!</title><content type='html'>Hey Momma Nature, its Ina again. You know how i wrote to you saying that you really shouldn't make it snow? Well, thats because it was freaky of you to snow that early. But I didnt mean that you shouldnt snow at all. I mean, christmas! The time when there's snow on the ground!?! Winter=snow! But, you are not giving it to us. Please give it to us. Soon, meaning in wintertime, which is now. I could really do with a really big snowstorm, the kind that gives to school to us, the kind that you cant get out your door. (read my last post) Please? It would be really nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-6792803219229545111?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/6792803219229545111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2012/01/hi-momma-nature.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/6792803219229545111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/6792803219229545111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2012/01/hi-momma-nature.html' title='Hi Momma Nature!'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-7918719424035296358</id><published>2012-01-03T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T12:50:45.817-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>its my first day back and i'm already looking for break.</title><content type='html'>well, school's back on. And you know what that means... no sleep, homework, and stress. hurray for students. My history class has a group project due and we are behind, got a ton of homework, and i still gotta practice my music. Hurray, im looking forward to it so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-7918719424035296358?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/7918719424035296358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-my-first-day-back-and-im-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/7918719424035296358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/7918719424035296358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-my-first-day-back-and-im-already.html' title='its my first day back and i&apos;m already looking for break.'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-515798108846150053</id><published>2011-12-31T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T06:01:32.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a shout out to Tobuscus fans.</title><content type='html'>Okay, Tobuscus. I did a post on him earlier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to let people know that if they are a Toby fan, they are awesome. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, yesterday i was walking ani and a biker whizzed down the street going WHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWW! &lt;br /&gt;which is from tobuscus, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;I shouted "TOBUSCUS!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its good to know that there are Toby fans in real life. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-515798108846150053?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/515798108846150053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-shout-out-to-tobuscus-fans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/515798108846150053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/515798108846150053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-shout-out-to-tobuscus-fans.html' title='Just a shout out to Tobuscus fans.'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-7165021336761566013</id><published>2011-12-31T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T06:02:10.518-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Its that time of the year again</title><content type='html'>yup, here we go again. New Years. The crowds, the drunk people, the freaking ball dropping, its going to be SUCH a fun year. Woop-die-do. But anyway, how are you going to enjoy the last day of 2011? Are you going to stand in times square watching the ball drop and listning to horrible music? Or are you going to watch it at home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My year has been... good. Nothing truly special, unless you count going to a new school.&lt;br /&gt;you? regrets, acomplishments? anything? This is the day to dwell on the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your resolution? Mine is to make a resolution, because i know that if i make a better one, i wont be able to do it. So, i compleated mine already. YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, yeah. happy new year people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-7165021336761566013?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/7165021336761566013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-that-time-of-year-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/7165021336761566013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/7165021336761566013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-that-time-of-year-again.html' title='Its that time of the year again'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-1991413705336463585</id><published>2011-12-25T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T16:45:49.672-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas everyone! What did you get? What did you give? Whats going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gave my friends Kathryn, Aurora, Orion,  and Caleb a wii game, a electric puppy, a ds game, and clothes. (in order) I got my family members kids (my 2 cousins kids) books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a Doctor Who shirt, and Alice in Zombieland, a marshmallow shooter, nutella, a chocolate lollipop, and... &lt;br /&gt;(drumroll please) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A PS3. With the game assassins creed. I am so happy. This is a awesome Christmas. How bout you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-1991413705336463585?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/1991413705336463585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/1991413705336463585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/1991413705336463585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-1434173266675241072</id><published>2011-12-25T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T16:37:38.807-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOTM'/><title type='text'>Tintin</title><content type='html'>Ok. Before I get on with my Christmas post, I'm going to do a MOTM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I get started though, I'd like to inform you that I am a huge Tintin fan. Huge. I have all of them, even the one that they don't print anymore, because it's so racist and mean to animals. I LOVE Tintin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when they made the movie, I was ready for it to be bad.. You can't take those books and make it into a movie. They did a TV show, and it was good, but a 3D movie? Nah. So I went to see this ready to be tisk-tisk-ing it. Low expectations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess because I had low expectations, it was good. It satisfied me. The only thing I really didn't like was Snowy. He looked to... Human. I mean, it was cute, but it wasnt Snowy. Plus, Snowy is floofy. He's fluffy. But it was okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to get used to all their faces though. But it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had really, really, really good effects. The animation was great. &lt;br /&gt;I liked how that if you know the books, and your paying attention, then you can see bits of the books hidden. A Easter egg, if you will. There was bits of many of the books in the movie, secretly slipped in. There is also a new (not in the books) part, how the butler of the mansion, Nestor, is also the second hand in the ship. Very clever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the books though, there are landmarks of real places. I the movie there wasn't. But that's okay. Overall, for me, it was good. Not great, good. Worth seeing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-1434173266675241072?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/1434173266675241072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/12/tintin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/1434173266675241072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/1434173266675241072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/12/tintin.html' title='Tintin'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-1715711072413747933</id><published>2011-12-10T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T06:03:00.437-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOTM'/><title type='text'>Tinker Talor Soldier Spy</title><content type='html'>Today I went to see Tinker Tailor Sodier Spy. I didn't really know what it was about, I didn't know what was going to go on in it. All I knew was that it had to do with conspiracy and spies and moles and stuff, and it had Colin Firth, Benidict Cumberpatch, Gary Oldman, and more awesome famous actors that I love. I was the only young person there. Not a teen, I didn't see many young people also. But, whatever. It looked good. It started, and I got prepared to pay close attention, or else I would be lost. It started off really good. Then, I stopped paying attention. It was too hard. I was so confused already. I just went with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really good. REALLY good. I was just confused. Keep in mind, I AM only 14. I know, I know, but still. Even my mom was confused, so give me some credit. But overall, it's really good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-1715711072413747933?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/1715711072413747933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/12/tinker-talor-soldier-spy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/1715711072413747933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/1715711072413747933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/12/tinker-talor-soldier-spy.html' title='Tinker Talor Soldier Spy'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-3861600280239968025</id><published>2011-12-10T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T18:58:21.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I GOT A IPAD</title><content type='html'>Yup, you read that title correctly. I got the iPad last night. So far, it's been awesome. Well, what did I expect? How can it not be awesome? For example, on my iPod touch I can't post posts on here, but on the iPad I can! That's what I'm doing right now!!! It's SO awesome. I'm so happy. I saved up for it, and now I got it! YEAH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-3861600280239968025?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/3861600280239968025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-got-ipad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/3861600280239968025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/3861600280239968025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-got-ipad.html' title='I GOT A IPAD'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-9135674078409890974</id><published>2011-12-08T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T18:54:18.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombies. Again.</title><content type='html'>Well, here we go again. Zombies are back. It all started with walking dead. My mom had it on (she never wanted to see it... to gory and stuff) but she got hooked, she needed to find out what happened to someone. I had always wanted to see it for forever, but its all "no, no, no" But then I started watching the first season, and I AM HOOKED. I'm now on ep.2 of the 2nd season. It took me 3-4 days. I love it. Now im reading the zombie survival guide, (i wanted it forever, but strand never had it and i never go anywhere else. I got it at a local store.) and my new obsession has started. GET READY, DEAR IMAGINARY READERS AND APAKABAR. THE ZOMBIES ARE COMING. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now, you are in front of a hospital. One of the people are wounded, and we need antibiotics ASAP. They are not infected though. You go in with 2 other people. They are good fighters and you can count on them to have your back when possible. But, the hospital is overrun by zombies. What do you do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you chose fight, not close the door and run as fast as you can, one of your companions get bitten. Not eaten, bitten. They manage to crawl to a safe spot while you fight. What do you do with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUT THESE IN COMMENTS, THEN SCROLL ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you did answer this. Because, that would just be no fun if you didnt. Not for me, not for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would I do? Fight of course! Blades are fast and silent, it wont draw any more zombies from the outside. Me and my sword/blade and gun (with a silencer, guns are backup) would just slice the zombies when they come to me. They will come. I wouldnt run because when you run, the zombies would smash through the door and chase you. Sure, your faster, but with a wounded person? I would not be able to leave them behind. I'd yell to the others to go somewhere safe, in case we don't come back. Stay by the door, easy escape if needed and so they dont surround you. (the door is closed, by the way.) Now someone is bitten, but in a safe place. Once all the zombies are dead I would get all the medicine we all can carry, nessesities first. Then I would take the bitten person back with us, go somewhere safe, and wait for him/her to change. Once they are dead, go for the head. They are dead already. Just making one less zombie. I would wait for them to change, because leaving them is inhumane, and Its not what I would want if I was bitten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there you go. Leave your answer in the comments if you havent already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-9135674078409890974?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/9135674078409890974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/12/zombies-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/9135674078409890974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/9135674078409890974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/12/zombies-again.html' title='Zombies. Again.'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-2433774861342326936</id><published>2011-11-29T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T18:53:18.403-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOTM'/><title type='text'>LORD OF THE RINGS</title><content type='html'>MOTM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LORD OF THE RINGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE EPIC AWESOME, KICKASS MOVIE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. love. this. movie. Who doesn't? Do I really have to say why i'm obsessed with it? Beautiful scenery, music, epic story, epic characters, and everythings just epic. Plus, it has a language thats real, just not used in real life. (Elivsh) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need i say more about this movie? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it. End of story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-2433774861342326936?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/2433774861342326936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/11/lord-of-rings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/2433774861342326936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/2433774861342326936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/11/lord-of-rings.html' title='LORD OF THE RINGS'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-3693364791654447707</id><published>2011-11-29T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T18:17:56.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OKAY, OKAY, IM SORRY!</title><content type='html'>I am so, so, SO very sorry. Very. Please, forgive me. I have not posted in a very long while. Sorry 'bout that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, what has happened in my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving- hope yours was good. What happened? YOU WILL TELL ME! I had turkey for the first time. (I never had turkey for thanksgiving before)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw every episode of Torchwood, You must be proud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsessed with a new song- the suns gone dim and the skys turned black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh... thats about it. Can't wait for next break, I am lacking sleep SO much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, thats what's been happining in my life, how bout you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-3693364791654447707?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/3693364791654447707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/11/okay-okay-im-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/3693364791654447707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/3693364791654447707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/11/okay-okay-im-sorry.html' title='OKAY, OKAY, IM SORRY!'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-698714690543324956</id><published>2011-11-14T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T17:19:08.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like a nerd. (yay!)</title><content type='html'>I feel like such a nerd. Which is good. 'Cause nerds are awesome. I've been going through a Doctor Who marathon mixed in with Torchwood. And others. (While playing Minecraft, its awesome)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just updating. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-698714690543324956?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/698714690543324956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-feel-like-nerd-yay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/698714690543324956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/698714690543324956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-feel-like-nerd-yay.html' title='I feel like a nerd. (yay!)'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-2482532067036995786</id><published>2011-11-01T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T06:03:31.821-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>one Halloween post, as promised.</title><content type='html'>Okay. here we go, halloweens over. Heres my costume.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GlMjRYLU13o/TrCYTw2qWBI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7gTYBTKNo4c/s1600/301505_187893061291457_100002122932977_408027_259150249_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GlMjRYLU13o/TrCYTw2qWBI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7gTYBTKNo4c/s320/301505_187893061291457_100002122932977_408027_259150249_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670199396158560274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was Alice in wonderland that was turned into a vampire. (thats what i ended up saying in the end) Not the crappy vampires, the real ones. (blood tears, you know?) what were you? I got something like 45 candies, but 35 of them i bought from school and the other 15 or so i got from Kathryn. (my neighbor.) How bout you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-2482532067036995786?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/2482532067036995786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-halloween-post-as-promised.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/2482532067036995786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/2482532067036995786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-halloween-post-as-promised.html' title='one Halloween post, as promised.'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GlMjRYLU13o/TrCYTw2qWBI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7gTYBTKNo4c/s72-c/301505_187893061291457_100002122932977_408027_259150249_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-4711124073341856414</id><published>2011-10-30T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T19:26:43.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Future Is Doomed.</title><content type='html'>I, for one, am shocked at my generation. We pride ourselves on being "tough", but the truth is, we are babies.&lt;br /&gt;You know I love horror. Not stupid, gory, slasher horror. I like thrillers that mess with your mind. The ones that make you question your sanity, and the classic horror movies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as much as my generation loves movies, we are limited. I can not count how many times I was shocked at how shielded our generation has become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone asks me for a movie recommendation, I often ask: well, what's the scariest movie you've ever seen? I mean, what was it and how scary was it for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people answer with movies that are childish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me just say that I do not mean to hurt anyone with this post. If I insult you with this post, then I am truly sorry. This is my opinion. My right to express what I think. Please don't be mad with me. I didn't mean any harm, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on with the post.&lt;br /&gt;I have heard people say that they think &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Coraline&lt;/span&gt; was scary. Sure, it's creepy. I love the book, love the author, love the story. Spider-lady, a world where everything is better, but then the people who "love" you want to sew buttons in your eyes, and eat you, and it's grimness. I get it. But, truth be told, it's not scary. It's dark, and eerie, but it's not &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I was at a halloween party. The people at the party agreed to watch a scary movie. We didn't want to watch a slasher, nothing super scary. (their house was creepy, and I didn't want to watch something too scary also.) I have a rant, but I'll skip ahead for now, save it for later. We put on the comedy &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Zombieland&lt;/span&gt;, which I loved. I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; Zombieland. Its gory, has zombies, and is funny as heck. In the first minute, it was off. Now, I understand. Its really, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; gory. Some people don't have the stomach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, (and heres my rant) before that, I said, over and over, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Silence Of The Lambs&lt;/span&gt;. It's perfect. Scary, but not too scary, not a slasher, more this-guy-is-creeping-me-out. It's in my top 5 fave movies. It's beautiful. Perfect acting, and the right feel. It's a classic. Their mom agreed, It's a good movie to watch. But no, for some reason, everyone would rather watch Coraline. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Coraline&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, WHAT? IN WHAT WORLD IS CORALINE BETTER THAN SILENCE OF THE LAMBS? ITS NOT EVEN ELEGABLE FOR COMPARISON. SILENCE OF THE LAMBS IS A CLASSIC, NEVER-WILL-BE-FORGOTTEN FILM THAT IS BRILLIANT. IN WHAT WORLD DO PEOPLE RATHER WATCH &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;CORALINE&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, something in me died. When I realized that people would rather watch Coraline than a classic, awesome movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said that it &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; scary, and a good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I liked Coraline. I saw it in the theatre, and said it was good. But the more I saw it, the worse it became for me. Now, if someone asks me to see Coraline, I. Will. Not. Watch. It. And people? Im sorry. It's not scary. It's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also made a joke one time from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Lord Of The Rings&lt;/span&gt;. Another epic, classic, immortal movie. Beautiful. (It was the "You shall not pass!" joke/line.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wondered at it. I mean, everyone has seen Lord Of The Rings, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now "too scary". Parents do not let their children watch epic movies because they have deemed it "too scary" for their precious child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, movies like Coraline is the new scary. Children do not know what scary is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when this precious, shielded child goes into the real world, huh? People being murdered, beaten, and worse. You can't water real life down like you can in movies. You can't shield people forever. Soon, something is going to trickle past the wall. Kids are going to learn about things like genocides, and its going to be horrible. What, are we not going to teach them about that anymore? Not teach about the Holocoust, Rowanda, and more? Not let the next generation learn from humanity's mistakes? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even fairy tales are watered down.&lt;br /&gt;Fairy tales were created to scare children. They were. It wasn't happily-ever-after. The little mermaid commited suicide after the prince married another. Cinderella's fairy godmother gave her her sisters eyes as a wedding gift. The sisters cut off parts of their feet to fit into the shoe. The prince covered the steps with tar to prevent Cinderella from getting away. The prince did more to Sleeping Beauty than kiss her. The big bad wolf told little red riding hood to get into bed with him in one version of the story. And more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we continue to shield this generation, the world is doomed. We might as well just stare at a blank wall to prevent ourselves from getting scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can not continue like this. Introduce fear. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;REAL&lt;/span&gt; fear. Not this watered down version you see today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-4711124073341856414?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/4711124073341856414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/10/our-future-is-doomed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/4711124073341856414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/4711124073341856414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/10/our-future-is-doomed.html' title='Our Future Is Doomed.'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-1643654949842614340</id><published>2011-10-29T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T15:00:26.816-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>Mother Nature, this is for you.</title><content type='html'>Hey Mother Nature! Its your turn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we haven't been very nice to you, but we do try to keep you nice. But really now? Snow, in october? Its not even halloween! Why is it snowing? This is not natural. Why is it snowing? When we want snow, you don't give it to us, when we don't want snow, you give it to us. Its scary. Can't it snow in Antartica and save the polar bears and penguins? Please?&lt;br /&gt;Now, this letter-post may not sound very nice, and I'm sorry. But its just kinda freaking me out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please make it stop&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-1643654949842614340?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/1643654949842614340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/10/mother-nature-this-is-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/1643654949842614340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/1643654949842614340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/10/mother-nature-this-is-for-you.html' title='Mother Nature, this is for you.'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-3934552975928614711</id><published>2011-10-28T20:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T14:56:33.135-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOTM'/><title type='text'>13</title><content type='html'>sorry, i haven't made a MOTM lately. There haven't been many movies that I've obsessed over. (it was Pans Labrynth, and i had already posted it.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then last night after my piano lesson my dad and i went to see a movie. We were going to see real steel, but then my dad told me he wanted to see a new movie, called 13. Its with Jason Stratham. Anyway, I thought it was a action movie, like he usually does. The caption-thingy was "You win or you die" or something like that, so i thought it was a car-race action shoot them up movie. I was wrong. It was about this kid, who enters into a game of Russian Roulette. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I liked it. Almost the whole cast was big stars, so I would think it would be a hollywood movie. I was wrong, but, I enjoyed it. I didn't really know anyones name, or their background, only when needed. It was all about that moment, and it let you imagine. I would have liked a little more background though. How did the driver (played by the guy who plays Eric in True Blood) get there, and why was he so nice? What's Jason's story? etc. But overall, I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I could not get over this movie. It wasn't really special, and It seemed like nobody liked it. I never saw the first one, so I have nothing to compare it to, but for some reason this movie just stays in my head. I just really like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-3934552975928614711?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/3934552975928614711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/10/13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/3934552975928614711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/3934552975928614711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/10/13.html' title='13'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-6591141136935063549</id><published>2011-10-23T13:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T13:07:30.249-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><title type='text'>I know, I know.</title><content type='html'>I bet you all are wondering "wheres my halloween post?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Probablly not, nobody comes on here anyway.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my invisible audience, I will post. I am going to be an evil alice in wonderland. I've got the blue bell dress, the white apron, and the blood. I just need my decapitated bunny, and ill be ready to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promice ill post pictures, okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-6591141136935063549?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/6591141136935063549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-know-i-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/6591141136935063549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/6591141136935063549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know, I know.'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-1633549077740171263</id><published>2011-10-23T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T13:05:01.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOBUSCUS!</title><content type='html'>I'm currently suscribed to a guy named Toby. He is amazing and funny. Very funny. He also has a video where he's a serial killer, and that was awesome. (Its called this is for you, baby) It was strange to see him as a killer, but i think it worked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I was biking and I went "WHEEEW!!" (which is from tobuscus) and I heard someone else say it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY ARE ONE OF US NOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just informing you. He's awesome. Go suscribe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-1633549077740171263?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/1633549077740171263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/10/tobuscus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/1633549077740171263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/1633549077740171263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/10/tobuscus.html' title='TOBUSCUS!'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-3680671933222781076</id><published>2011-10-23T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T15:00:43.104-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>I love Lisbeth.</title><content type='html'>Hi Steig,&lt;br /&gt;If you can somehow read this post while your dead, then please don't take anything personally, because I love your books a lot. Its just what i think, being a fourteen-year-old teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as much as I love your books, I really &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; care about the Zalachenko club. Its boring. And as much as I love Blomkvist, I find the Wennestrom affair boring. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to read about Lisbeth. I love her. She &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; the book. The reason why everyone loves these books so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I love her. She's kickass, and amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again, I love your books, and they are the best. But without Lisbeth, theres nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-3680671933222781076?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/3680671933222781076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-love-lisbeth.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/3680671933222781076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/3680671933222781076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-love-lisbeth.html' title='I love Lisbeth.'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-4242558626939102178</id><published>2011-10-17T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T14:44:21.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greenkill</title><content type='html'>My school did an overnight trip to greenkill on Thursday-Fri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I was in prison. The food was horrid. HORRID. I didn't eat anything but bread (which they didn't make). The gym was small, in the middle of nowhere, and we couldn't get out of it, the beds were like the ones in prison. (I slept on the floor, I couldn't stand those beds.) I didn't really like the daytime hike, because we were on roads and trails a lot. I like it when we are off-trail. We couldn't make fire, and that was so frustrating. (But then the guide made it so I guess we were okay.) I liked the nighttime hike though, even though I couldn't really scare anyone. I thought "awesome. Perfect for scaring people" So I dressed in dark clothes, and was ready to scare people, but they were so scared already! I knew I would feel really bad for scaring them, so I didn't. But, although, when we came out of the gym I waited by the side of the road and when people looked over and saw me... they were SO scared! Sleeping in the cabins was OK, apart from the jail beds. The shower situation was confusing, but alright. When I tried to sleep with my friends though, they kicked me out! (The teachers) I slept with the people I was assigned to, and it was really awkward because they were talking about boys and gossiping and stuff, and I do not talk about those kinds of things. So I was bored. And felt awkward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus was bad too. The drivers were lost, and so we ran out of things to do. The way back I felt sick from lack of sleep, food, motion sickness, and stuff. But I slept most of the time, so it was okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-4242558626939102178?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/4242558626939102178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/10/greenkill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/4242558626939102178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/4242558626939102178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/10/greenkill.html' title='Greenkill'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-5128585559016311016</id><published>2011-10-17T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T14:33:55.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I needs me a staff/pole thing.</title><content type='html'>I want a staff like Eko. A Jesus stick, if you will. (But i dont plan on beating people.) I dont know, i just find them awesome. Made more awesome by Mr.Eko and Charlie. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zHV8cqnizz0&lt;br /&gt;(*sigh* i miss lost...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and sorry i didnt post in a while, i was banned from the computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-5128585559016311016?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/5128585559016311016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-needs-me-staffpole-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/5128585559016311016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/5128585559016311016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-needs-me-staffpole-thing.html' title='I needs me a staff/pole thing.'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-3735476347140691278</id><published>2011-10-03T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T14:16:50.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>teachers...</title><content type='html'>All right, so today waiting for the bus (it took a LOOONG time) i was thinking about torchwood. :) once i got on the bus and sat down, my thoughts started spacing off, and soon it got me thinking about my afterschool drama class in 6th grade. We had one assignment where we had to write a "diary entry" as a character you want to be. The topic was cliques. I made my character Zara, (i love the name) a girl who hates cliques with all her heart, and wants everyone to leave her alone. Her mom died, and her dad doesnt understand her.  He wonders why she isnt in a clique and whenever she tries to talk to him he does not listen. She loves being alone and hates people. Even though she shows that she hates people, people ask her to join their cliques. One girl (im not naming ANY names here, just fyi) made herself the populair girl, the leader of the clique, and another girl made herself the victim. At the end of this, we had to preform this in front of the afterschool and the school. The teacher made sure everyone got what they wanted their character to be, but for some reason changed my character. Now, let me just say that even though I loved my character, she was my creation, i DO NOT stand up to a teacher. I learned very early that when you stand up to a teacher, they just get you back in a way that you can not control. They will lower your grades, or anything. When you complain or ask why, they give you a vauge answer, and if your parents or other people ask why, they base it on anything they can. Behavior, one test or homework that you did badly on, anything. They will make your life hell. Anyway, this teacher tells me that my character did not correctly show the idea or something like that. She changed my character, and i sulkly answered "fine". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me give you some info about this production/mini play that we did. The leader of the clique askes me to join them for lunch, and i agree, showing that i am now a new member of the clique. They also ask a "unnatractive, overweight girl" to eat lunch with them, and she agrees. As we are eating, the leader of the clique throw something at the girls head (it was a food, or a water baloon or something) and walks out laughing. the "victim" runs out. My character is horrified, and doesnt know what to do. I give a short speech on how i am glad that i can join the clique, but i dont want to be a part of a group that is mean to people. I look both ways (at the clique and the girl) and tell the girl "sorry" and walk away, away from the girl, inplying that i am joining the clique. the victim continues her story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my awesome character who does not want to be a part of anything clique-related turns into some girl who would rather be in a populair clique than help the victim of the clique.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt; turn into the bad guy. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt; character, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;who hates cliques&lt;/span&gt;, is now dying to be in a clique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher ruined it. And i will never forget that. After that, i wouldnt even look at her, unless it was in class. (I needed good participation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you know. I think she knew too. I think she made my character change so much on purpose. I dont know why, but thats what i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never liked her again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-3735476347140691278?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/3735476347140691278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/10/teachers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/3735476347140691278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/3735476347140691278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/10/teachers.html' title='teachers...'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-8727982801487327247</id><published>2011-10-03T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T15:01:27.347-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>ITS COLD!</title><content type='html'>Bye bye summer!! you took your last step away from me. ITS FREEZING NOW! SUDDENLY! WHAT HAPPENED! Nights are snuggly and warm, and in the morning you dont want to get up, away from the warmness of your bed. And its freezing in school. Damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brrrrr....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-8727982801487327247?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/8727982801487327247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-cold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/8727982801487327247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/8727982801487327247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-cold.html' title='ITS COLD!'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-7385344493041290555</id><published>2011-10-03T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T13:07:25.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>torchwood</title><content type='html'>i had a torchwood marathon this weekend. im in love with it. its the best. and i love captain jack. :) just syk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-7385344493041290555?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/7385344493041290555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/10/torchwood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/7385344493041290555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/7385344493041290555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/10/torchwood.html' title='torchwood'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-5321751535231351406</id><published>2011-09-28T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T17:43:46.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was a looooooooooooooong day.</title><content type='html'>Today is a LOOOOOOOOOOOONG day. Its the last day before a 4 day weekend (for me, Jewish holiday :) ) I looked at the clock every 5 minutes, so, as you can imagine, it was a really really long day. But now I'm free! YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-5321751535231351406?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/5321751535231351406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/09/today-was-looooooooooooooong-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/5321751535231351406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/5321751535231351406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/09/today-was-looooooooooooooong-day.html' title='Today was a looooooooooooooong day.'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-8672621243552126528</id><published>2011-09-25T19:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T19:15:19.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harley and Bella</title><content type='html'>Two evil, deformed, back-from-the-dead villains hell-bent on making the world chaos. Mr.J and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. And then there is the two following them like puppies. Lovesick, unwilling to see the flaws of their men, unwilling to see that they are being used, and that their loves don't give a damn about them. Oh, why do I love those two? I believe in woman power with every fiber of my body. The only sandwich those lazy bums are going to get from me is a knuckle-sandwich ground in with a few of their teeth. THEN WHY DO I LOVE THESE TWO, WHO REFUSE TO SEE THE FLAWS IN THEIR LOVES, AND ARE SADLY WEAK? Sure, they are both kickass, and will kill you when they see you, without blinking an eye, but they. will. not. be. anything. without. their. loves. WHY DO I LOVE THEM?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there is Bella who can't do anything without sparkles, but i dont give a damn about them. :) Bellatrix will kill her for even taking her nickname. :) And it will be gruesome and painful. And I will eat popcorn and cheer. With the rest of the people who are not stupid. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-8672621243552126528?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/8672621243552126528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/09/harley-and-bella.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/8672621243552126528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/8672621243552126528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/09/harley-and-bella.html' title='Harley and Bella'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-4646425399319913638</id><published>2011-09-25T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T18:32:52.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is like Bubbles.</title><content type='html'>Thats right, im going to go and make your brain go "Wow. Thats deep, considering the crap Ina nomally posts" again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting on my windowsill again, blowing bubbles in the airshaft. And while i was doing this, I thought, Life is really like bubbles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big ones usally sink to the bottom, and are mostly short-lived. They are the rarest, the never-going-to-be-a-million-of kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a gazillion of the small and medium ones, and they live normal lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all go out after a while, and they are all (i dont want to be corny but they are beautiful) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they latch on to each other for the rest of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some bubbles, when they hit the floor, cling on to life, and they live longer than the ones in the air, but they all go out sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some bubbles pop before they live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you run out of bubble solution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-4646425399319913638?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/4646425399319913638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-is-like-bubbles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/4646425399319913638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/4646425399319913638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-is-like-bubbles.html' title='Life is like Bubbles.'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-7531055635399488531</id><published>2011-09-20T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T18:34:55.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GLEE</title><content type='html'>New episode of Glee today. I loved it, but Blane... Blane dissapointed me. He was too upbeat, "Im so exited to join New Derections and we are going to WIN REGIONALS!" It looked like he was acting. What was with his clothes? It looks like he's trying to copy Kurt, but its not working. Blane will always be a warbler to me. I also liked seeing Quinn like that, i totally understand. I just hope she comes back to glee club because she is my 2nd fave singer (1st being tied by Blane and Kurt) I loved seeing people from the Glee Project... now wheres the others? Anyway, still love Glee, even though it was weird today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-7531055635399488531?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/7531055635399488531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/09/glee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/7531055635399488531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/7531055635399488531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/09/glee.html' title='GLEE'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-5514121567122920787</id><published>2011-09-19T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T17:22:58.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, schools fine, thanks for asking (again)</title><content type='html'>Can everyone please just shut up about school? yes i know, i'm in highschool now. Thanks for taking the time to say that. Schools good. Sure, if that makes you happy, i have tons of friends already. Yes, my grades are good. Sure, the teachers are okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now its tiring. JUST SHUT UP! WHAT DO YOU EXPECT ME TO SAY? I THOUGHT WE ALREADY ACKNOWLEDGED THAT SCHOOL SUCKS, SO DO YOU EXPECT ME TO SUDDENLY SAY THAT IT ROCKS? JUST LEAVE IT ALONE! JEEZ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-5514121567122920787?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/5514121567122920787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/09/yes-schools-fine-thanks-for-asking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/5514121567122920787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/5514121567122920787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/09/yes-schools-fine-thanks-for-asking.html' title='Yes, schools fine, thanks for asking (again)'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-8848680735815081492</id><published>2011-09-18T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T15:41:23.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biking</title><content type='html'>So I bike a lot, a lot and while I was biking I made this list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;THINGS I HATE ABOUT PEDESTRIANS (while being a biker)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WALKING IN THE BIKE LANE&lt;br /&gt;2. HEADPHONES. You scream and scream and they don't pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;3. They don't look! &lt;br /&gt;4. THEY GET SO MAD AND CHASE YOU AROUND WHEN ITS THEIR FAULT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;5. when they go on a red light and go in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;THINGS I HATE ABOUT BIKERS (while being a pedestrian)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When they ride on the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;2. When they ride on a red light and go in front of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-8848680735815081492?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/8848680735815081492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/09/biking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/8848680735815081492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/8848680735815081492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/09/biking.html' title='Biking'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-3524439882568582745</id><published>2011-09-09T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T19:25:33.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running away from life</title><content type='html'>I feel really... peaceful right now. Im sitting on my fire escape and im looking at the full moon.  I have a truckload to do from school, and my music lessons are tomorrow, but im really content. I feel like life is on pause for me. But i know its not. Every seccond is ticking away, and i feel like im running away from what i have to do. Running away from life. Its going to catch up with me someday though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-3524439882568582745?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/3524439882568582745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/09/running-away-from-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/3524439882568582745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/3524439882568582745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/09/running-away-from-life.html' title='Running away from life'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-2554572072388625396</id><published>2011-09-09T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T19:07:19.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>Hi high school! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every student out there, welcome to school! (apart from homeschoolers, those lucky bastards)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your first day students? Mine was OK. Its still kinda awkward, because i dont really know anyone there,&lt;br /&gt;(But I saw some old friends, too bad theres no classes we share) and the people i talk to i dont really know, so were not really friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, I MISS YOU ALL SO MUCH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont really know what i was expecting. Not the stuff on TV and movies, but i dont know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my friends over here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-2554572072388625396?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/2554572072388625396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/09/school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/2554572072388625396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/2554572072388625396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/09/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-4479520564977252190</id><published>2011-09-05T09:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T09:56:06.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A post of recognition</title><content type='html'>I would like to point out once more that nobody visits my blog. Sure, I'll tell people to visit, but if they do they don't come back. I would like this blog to give recognition Apakabar, (my uncle, by the way) because he is the only one who posts comments and comes and checks on my blog. Like a past blog that I dropped, I will post a post written by the person who commented most. (Which is ironic, because my Aunt won the last one.) You have my email, right? If you want to post something (nobody is going to visit anyway, so it will just be for fun) then email it to me and ill post it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; post: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Things promoting other things&lt;br /&gt;- Anything copyrighted unless it is cited&lt;br /&gt;- Anything I see wrong. (Racist things, and such) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you are not that kind of person, but just in case people do visit this and get this post-your-own-post thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-4479520564977252190?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/4479520564977252190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/09/post-of-recognition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/4479520564977252190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/4479520564977252190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/09/post-of-recognition.html' title='A post of recognition'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-6575638323959500446</id><published>2011-09-05T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T06:04:08.003-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>HEY YOU! SUMMER! COME BACK!</title><content type='html'>Excuse me, summer? Its me, Ina. Remember me? We met when school ended. Yeah, thats right. Im here to tell you that you are a cheat. You know what I'm talking about. Remember how I was so happy when we met, and you promised me so much? Well, this is not acceptable. Its like taking a sample of ice cream and finding it the best ice cream you ever had and then having the store close as you are about to buy the ice cream. Why did you leave me so fast? You promised to shield me from school for some time! I needed you! And then you just left! Unacceptable! Now school is ready to grab me in its claws, and your just walking away! You know what today is? ITS MONDAY! LABOR DAY! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;SEPTEMBER 5TH! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;3 DAYS&lt;/span&gt; AWAY FROM SCHOOL! Im cramming all the things that are due in today, because &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; promised me more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, don't try to say sorry. You can't help now. You are walking away as I speak. You bastard, summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-6575638323959500446?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/6575638323959500446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/09/hey-you-summer-come-back.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/6575638323959500446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/6575638323959500446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/09/hey-you-summer-come-back.html' title='HEY YOU! SUMMER! COME BACK!'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-2673985453492724940</id><published>2011-09-03T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T18:10:46.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My accident</title><content type='html'>I FORGOT TO TELL YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am all banged up. I was walking my neighbors dog, a big lovable lab, and i wrapped my hand in his leash to get a better grip on him. Then he saw his owner, and ran to her, dragging me along. I have cuts on my back, arm, thigh, and shoulder but its okay though 'cuz they dont really hurt. Im not blaming anyone, even though some might think i am. IM NOT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just informing you on whats up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-2673985453492724940?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/2673985453492724940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-accident.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/2673985453492724940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/2673985453492724940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-accident.html' title='My accident'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-4540979217523963839</id><published>2011-09-03T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T09:47:07.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PHILLY!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok so sorry if this post seems... hyper. Because i am hyper. REALLY hyper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST ATE A HUGE RICH GREAT CHOCOLATE CAKE THINGY AND IT MADE ME SO HYPER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im in Philly. Like the cheesesteak. We (my family and I) went to see the liberty bell, and more old stuff. We will see more tomorrow, like where they signed the DOI. We also went to see the mummy exibit, which is AWESOME. REALLY, ITS GREAT. I couldnt believe my eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad saw his BFF Tony, and mom say her old enployer, but i didnt see anyone. I saw a statue of Etzio though! (A.C)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love our hotel. I love hotels in general, so thats not a shocker. Its cool though, it has a gym and stuff! But it doesnt have BBC on TV, so IM MISSING DOCTOR WHO!!!! I WAS SO UPSET!!!! But my awesome neighbors Kate and Kathryn and Joe and Ollie recorded it for me on their TV, so when i get home tomorrow ill see it with them and we'll have a nerd party and stuff. They are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its pretty cool here, and everyone is really nice! But, we walked SOOO much and my feet are in PAIN! so yeah, thats about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________EDIT ON SEPT. 5TH_______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Philly was good. It made me kinda obsessed with the time period though. :) Philly cheesesteaks are REALLY good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad wanted these trading cards, but they were for kids though, so &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; had to get them for him. It made me look dumb because they didn't teach the questions that they ask you in school. And they were "easy questions". Stupid park rangers. So now we have 24 cards that my dad loves and i have some extra that im going to make into my own thing. So yeah. Oh, and we went to the Rocky steps and took pictures. It was fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-4540979217523963839?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/4540979217523963839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/09/philly.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/4540979217523963839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/4540979217523963839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/09/philly.html' title='PHILLY!!!'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-5085560089896773952</id><published>2011-08-31T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T12:32:54.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My eyes are hurting.</title><content type='html'>so im still facinated about weeping angels, from doctor who. I have been dreaming about weeping angels and its really scary. (although if you really know me youll know that my nightmares are my best dreams) Im trying to make a skin for my laptop with an angel on it, but thats been a w-i-p since forever. Acually i have not even started. But i've been looking at pictures of them and now i have something in my eye. I dont see anything and i cant feel anything but its bothering my eye. Now i dont really wanna blink 'cuz there is a weeping angel on my desktop waiting to be made into a skin and im thinking that there must be an angel growing in my mind because i cant find that stupid thing in my eye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor, im truly, properly scared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-5085560089896773952?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/5085560089896773952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-eyes-are-hurting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/5085560089896773952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/5085560089896773952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-eyes-are-hurting.html' title='My eyes are hurting.'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-8489010646665432156</id><published>2011-08-31T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T06:54:06.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>portal 2</title><content type='html'>I got portal 2 the other day. It is so addicting. well, i just beat it and im sooo hapy but sad that its over. ill play it again. co-op anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.I LOVE TURRETS. AND MY CUBIE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-8489010646665432156?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/8489010646665432156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/08/portal-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/8489010646665432156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/8489010646665432156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/08/portal-2.html' title='portal 2'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-6440837136908099202</id><published>2011-08-28T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T10:26:43.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodnight, Irene</title><content type='html'>Well, that was dissapointing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I'm glad nothing was too damaged and nobody was hurt (apart for those 9 noobs who went surfing, im sorry for your family's loss but do you really thing it was smart to go surfing during a HURRICANE?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so dissapointed. I thought it would be a real storm. The way people acted we would be stuck in our houses for at least 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a child who came down on christmas and found a truckload of presents, but only one of them was for them and it was a collage fund. Good for the future, but you want more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, there was some trees and stuff that fell down, the river is high, and there are larger-than-normal puddles. But really now. That was dissapointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and mayor bloomberg? STFU what your gonna do, your the one who made everyone panic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-6440837136908099202?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/6440837136908099202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/08/goodnight-irene.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/6440837136908099202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/6440837136908099202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/08/goodnight-irene.html' title='Goodnight, Irene'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-4611507426185195460</id><published>2011-08-26T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T20:44:32.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you ready?</title><content type='html'>Earthquakes, Hurricane Irene, whatever next? The end of the world? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay, the earthquake. I was in Peral Paint (chinatown) with my godmother and all of a sudden she grabbed me, because the building was shaking! I thought I was dehydrated and fainting, but by the expression of everyone around me, i knew it was an earthquake! It was so exiting! I kinda wished that there would be another one, large, but not enough to cause major damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you think of Hurricane Irene? Everyone is stocking up, whenever i go to a store it is crowded with people stocking up. It makes me wonder, should we stock up? Im not going to, even though i am in zone B. I think that everyone is overreacting, and that the most we will get is a major storm. But then again, if I am wrong, then thats bad luck for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-4611507426185195460?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/4611507426185195460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/08/are-you-ready.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/4611507426185195460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/4611507426185195460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/08/are-you-ready.html' title='Are you ready?'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-190533728315873746</id><published>2011-08-16T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T20:37:29.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Sea Songs</title><content type='html'>yeah, I got these from the POTC movies. I love those mermaids! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all those songs, I just love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoist The Colors is my new obsession. Haunting and sad but proud. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eXg4yuGS5CM&amp;feature=player_embedded#at=104&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Jolly Sailor Bold (long but Im not going to memorize the whole thing) IS SO COOL. http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&amp;v=H1bLr14IRNQ#at=41&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-190533728315873746?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/190533728315873746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/08/old-sea-songs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/190533728315873746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/190533728315873746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/08/old-sea-songs.html' title='Old Sea Songs'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-6980622420920953809</id><published>2011-08-12T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T12:40:08.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DVDMediaUniverse made me ANNOYED</title><content type='html'>I AM THE BIGGEST IDIOT IN THE WHOLE UNIVERSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad wanted to order this movie off the internet but could not find a place that had the DVD of it. He asked me to find a DVD of it and order it. I found one, and ordered it. I did not notice the fact that they gave absolutely NO info about themselves. Soon, we went to the post office to find out why it was taking so long and they said that the package was lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were filling out the tracking sheet I googled the place to find out some info about them. Turns out its a fraud place. Based in china, they pretend to send the DVD's to you but then it gets "lost". GREAT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONT BUY FROM THEM. WE LOST 50 DOLLARS. I WAS SO MAD AT MYSELF FOR FALLING FOR IT THAT I WAS HITTING MY HEAD ON THE TABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU WERE WARNED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-6980622420920953809?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/6980622420920953809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/08/dvdmediauniverse-made-me-annoyed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/6980622420920953809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/6980622420920953809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/08/dvdmediauniverse-made-me-annoyed.html' title='DVDMediaUniverse made me ANNOYED'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-1721490537181574415</id><published>2011-08-10T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T09:14:08.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules to survive the zombie war</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bk_OpUcv_FI/TkP_zSSPFII/AAAAAAAAAJE/TFIgEi2poXs/s1600/zombie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bk_OpUcv_FI/TkP_zSSPFII/AAAAAAAAAJE/TFIgEi2poXs/s320/zombie1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639632414944728194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, I'm with zombies again. I just love them. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you laugh at me now, call me a nerd or whatever...&lt;br /&gt;if there is a zombie war (science IS getting more advanced AND riskier...) ill be laughing and killing your re-animated body. I'll inform the mindless you that I DID give you a list to survive this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Yes, it &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;used&lt;/span&gt; to be Aunt Susie. Now its a zombie. Just kill it, or it'll kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Sorry, but if you cant outrun them, your dead. Get in shape and be able to run and climb long distances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) GO FOR THE HEAD! No legs? can still crawl. No arms OR legs? Can still lurch itself to its snack. Plus, much less effort to put it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) They don't feel pity. Nor should you. It doesn't feel pain, or think. Its just hungry. You would destroy a machine that doesn't work. Zombies are the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) DOUBLE TAP. You don't want to kill one and find out once you walked over to it that you missed the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Equip your shelter. Have more than 1 exit, strong walls, lookout points, first aid, weapons, etc. Better be safe than sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) If someone is bitten, they're gone. Better put them out of the re-animation misery, and eliminate one more zombie. It'll save everyone with them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Travel light. Pack only necessities. If you can't carry it, ditch it. If its alive, put it out of its misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) A gunshot notifies zombies EXACTLY where you are. Use a silencer if you must use a gun, but a blade is better. Silent and doesn't run out of ammo. But better have more than one weapon just to be safe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Despite popular belief, zombies don't use their sense of sight. The "Bill Murray Way" in Zombieland wont do anything. Their eyes will fall out and they'll still come. Smell and hearing is their main sense. Use it wisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) They are in no rush, why should you? It takes about 3 seconds for a zombie to walk 2 feet. (thanks nerdfighters for this bit of info) calculate how long it will take to kill one and go to the next. Don't panic. You don't think when you panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) THINK. question everything. Need to go somewhere? If it was a popular place you better believe its going to be filled with zombies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) DON'T GIVE UP! the population may seen really, REALLY small but there are people!! (most likely.) All wars come to an end. Giving up just doesn't help the end we want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Save a bullet. If your about to die, and your SURE your about to die then help everyone alive out and don't make another zombie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Stock up. Find places people wont usually go to and get everything you can. FOOD AND WEAPONS. Find a place to get fresh water. I would suggest someplace natural because then it wont run out. Try a pet store for meds. They usually have sedatives and much more. Every restaurant and cafe has a first aid kit and anywhere would have a fire extinguisher. Don't get things that perish easily. Fire is a necessity. Dont let it run out. Remember: supermarkets, hospitals, anywhere that's a obvious source of needs is the first target. There &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; be riots for food. Don't be killed by your allies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Use your basic survival skills. Zombies are just your main problem, not your only problem. Infected cuts, poisonous plants, and more are still stuff to look out for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are any more, just comment! Ill see if i should add it in. You don't think it will help? Yes it will. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-1721490537181574415?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/1721490537181574415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/08/rules-to-survive-zombie-war.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/1721490537181574415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/1721490537181574415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/08/rules-to-survive-zombie-war.html' title='Rules to survive the zombie war'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bk_OpUcv_FI/TkP_zSSPFII/AAAAAAAAAJE/TFIgEi2poXs/s72-c/zombie1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-8330983187616240127</id><published>2011-07-29T07:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T07:23:07.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeping angels</title><content type='html'>Oh Doctor Who, you just love to scare the crap outta me.  So you just had to make angel statues scary. REALLY????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. WILL. NEVER. TRUST. A. STATUE. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2LFG-VRB9AM/TjK_NV09ilI/AAAAAAAAAIg/buJ4EuFVQ_k/s1600/blink.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2LFG-VRB9AM/TjK_NV09ilI/AAAAAAAAAIg/buJ4EuFVQ_k/s320/blink.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634776319712397906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dare you to blink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and whatever holds the image of an angel is an angel. I remembered this AFTER i downloaded a bunch of pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i know, its silly. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I LOVE WEEPING ANGELS!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-8330983187616240127?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/8330983187616240127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/07/weeping-angels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/8330983187616240127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/8330983187616240127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/07/weeping-angels.html' title='Weeping angels'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2LFG-VRB9AM/TjK_NV09ilI/AAAAAAAAAIg/buJ4EuFVQ_k/s72-c/blink.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-5992202175537739651</id><published>2011-07-26T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T15:13:59.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The classic question</title><content type='html'>I hate love story's&lt;br /&gt;I hate love songs&lt;br /&gt;I don't even plan to get married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have my crushes. (and because I know you all are dying to hear them, and because I know that nobody comes on here, I will list the ones that I can remember. Here we go boys. Don't be sad if your not on them. Don't be happy. You will find out what I think of love later. Ready Daniel F? Eli? Yes, there you go. All my 14 years I have had 2 crushes. Sorry if I said otherwise, but thats how I felt. Danny F, you were my crush from pre-k to 5th grade. Eli, 8th grade. I never told them, but I think they knew. At least, I hope they knew.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So heres the classic question: What is love? Love is something that you want to spend the rest of your life with. It is a feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to me right now, love is silly. People get crush after crush, girl/boyfriend after girl/boyfriend. Nobody really finds "the one" at this age. Some do, but not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys or girls, if you declare that you like me, don't be hurt that I don't share that feeling. Im just not into relationships.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-5992202175537739651?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/5992202175537739651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/07/classic-question.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/5992202175537739651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/5992202175537739651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/07/classic-question.html' title='The classic question'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-9012337171887389119</id><published>2011-07-26T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T15:00:56.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer camp</title><content type='html'>Im in my seccond week of piano camp today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is VERY unorganized&lt;br /&gt;I hate everyone but a handful of people who i hang out with (yeah okay hate is a strong word but i think its appropriate right now)&lt;br /&gt;I just hate it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never really hated a camp, i mean, i disliked it, i loved it, all that stuff. This is the first camp that i hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? Nothing matters.&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong, im not suicidal or anything. Hear me out before you jump to conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we fail this camp, it will not affect our future. We will still get into schools. We will still get jobs. We will still play instriments just as good. The only thing that will be affected is in this camp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try my best to get this piece the best it can be, i have respect for people in my group, and i have respect for myself. But chorus, inprov, african dance, it just doesnt matter to me. Its a side. You dont have to eat the bread that comes with your soup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So teachers, if you happen to stumble across this, thats why i act like i hate being there. Because i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, its just a waste of money.&lt;br /&gt;Dont send me back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-9012337171887389119?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/9012337171887389119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-camp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/9012337171887389119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/9012337171887389119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-camp.html' title='Summer camp'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-8917417901519108008</id><published>2011-07-17T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T07:03:42.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MP3 experiment 8</title><content type='html'>If you were at Bryant Park yesterday you would have noticed a bunch of people wearing white or black. (depending on where you are) as the time grew closer to 8:30pm the crowds swelled. At 8:30pm everyone pressed play, and followed a voice on their headphones. We danced, took pictures, walked like mummies, rabbits, and more. We high-fived people who weren't a part of it. We did activities with lights, and more. It was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was MP3 experiment 8. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go &lt;a href="http://webcache.googleusercontent.com/search?q=cache:qJo-DcExdW4J:improveverywhere.com/+MP3+experiment+8&amp;cd=3&amp;hl=en&amp;ct=clnk&amp;gl=us&amp;client=safari&amp;source=www.google.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I was posing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-8917417901519108008?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/8917417901519108008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/07/mp3-experiment-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/8917417901519108008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/8917417901519108008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/07/mp3-experiment-8.html' title='MP3 experiment 8'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-4841414540237359916</id><published>2011-07-15T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T13:38:50.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks. Thanks for making me depressed.</title><content type='html'>My mom got a bike two days ago, a beautiful dutch bike that cost $600.00&lt;br /&gt;We brought it home two days ago.&lt;br /&gt;My mom rides it to work.&lt;br /&gt;It was stolen this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were going to share the bike. I would ride it to school, she would ride it to work, and if we were together I would sit on the back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life I had used bikes. The only new bike i had in my life was a trycicle when i was four. And i didnt even ride it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first new bike was stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used a U lock, which was confermed strong by the bike store and people who are sereous bikers. We tied the wheels down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw it last at 8:45-ish last night. our neighbor found an empty space to lock her bike up (where our bike was, in case you didnt get it) at around 9:00 last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks. You officially made me depressed. I miss our bike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-4841414540237359916?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/4841414540237359916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/07/thanks-thanks-for-making-me-depressed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/4841414540237359916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/4841414540237359916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/07/thanks-thanks-for-making-me-depressed.html' title='Thanks. Thanks for making me depressed.'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-2173419903995641300</id><published>2011-07-15T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T13:30:42.324-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOTM'/><title type='text'>Goodbye Harry Potter. You will be missed.</title><content type='html'>I saw the last harry potter today. It was just... wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great. I was a bit disappointed that they didn't talk more about lupin and tonks, and i was looking forward to dumbledores story along with ravenclaws story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was still harry potter. The best one i have seen. (and will ever see)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Imax theatre at 9:00am (it turned out to be 3D, which is sad) and went dressed in a striped dress with the death eater sign on my arm and Bellatrix's azkaban sign. There were a bunch of people dressed up, and we all nodded at each other in respect as we passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have gone MUCH earlier, but, what can you do. We were far in line (but we did get good seats)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every preview and commercial was booed (except for the dark knight returns, which was met with a lot of clapping and screaming)&lt;br /&gt;At last, the moment arrived. Cheers and claps filled the room. People stomped, whistled, screamed, anything they could do to express their excitement.&lt;br /&gt;Then, all at once, everyone hushed. Nobody dared to breathe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it ended, the room burst. Not very loud, but the energy of everyone there filled the room. I was so happy.&lt;br /&gt;I walked by the line for the next movie and thought, "They have no idea"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy. I was energetic. I was filled.&lt;br /&gt;But what comes up must come down.&lt;br /&gt;I am so sad.&lt;br /&gt;The harry potter franchise started the year i was born, so i grew up with harry. I spent my 11th birthday waiting for my letter. &lt;br /&gt;I fantisized about being in the story.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the parties.&lt;br /&gt;I dressed up.&lt;br /&gt;I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;I cried.&lt;br /&gt;I stayed loyal.&lt;br /&gt;Now its all over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told? I feel numb. Harry potter has been a big part of my life and now that i have nothing to look foward to, i just dont know what to do. There will not be another series like harry potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So goodbye Harry Potter. You will stay with us forever. There will never be a series like you. You will be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fans stay loyal, always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-2173419903995641300?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/2173419903995641300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/07/goodbye-harry-potter-you-will-be-missed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/2173419903995641300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/2173419903995641300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/07/goodbye-harry-potter-you-will-be-missed.html' title='Goodbye Harry Potter. You will be missed.'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-7623132402341015829</id><published>2011-07-13T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T07:35:43.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mermaids (yes, mermaids)</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking a lot about mermaids. Ever since i saw pirates of the carribian 4 i have been facinated with these mermaids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, dont get me wrong, mermaids ARE girly. But the mermaids in the movie were just... kickass. These are not the kinds of mermaids that go around saving people and falling in love. THESE mermaids make their victims fall in love with them, just to drag then to the bottom of the ocian and eat them. OMFG AWESOME. So now im obsessed with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and disney? Good job on somehow hiding more... well, lets just say good job on shelding femminine areas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-7623132402341015829?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/7623132402341015829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/07/mermaids-yes-mermaids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/7623132402341015829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/7623132402341015829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/07/mermaids-yes-mermaids.html' title='Mermaids (yes, mermaids)'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-4139675353133381156</id><published>2011-07-09T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T14:35:46.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't breathe</title><content type='html'>You all know how Harry Potter is my life right? Of course you all do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever i think about the last movie, and all the awesome Harry Potter stuff going around, i just get choked up with all kinds of Harry Potter awesome!!! I watched some clips from the new movie and I can't breathe! ITS ALL KINDS OF AWESOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONG LIVE HARRY POTTER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-4139675353133381156?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/4139675353133381156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-cant-breathe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/4139675353133381156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/4139675353133381156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-cant-breathe.html' title='I can&apos;t breathe'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-8817146008447970629</id><published>2011-07-08T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T18:43:35.967-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOTM'/><title type='text'>MOTM</title><content type='html'>SUCKERPUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have wanted to see this since it came out but my mother did not. &lt;br /&gt;I only convinced her by informing her that my friend Tressie (who's Mormon) saw it and loved it. &lt;br /&gt;so she gave in, warning me that it would be bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it fulfilled my expectations, which weren't much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------SPOILERS!------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, first, how do you shoot someone at POINT BLANK RANGE and then miss, hitting a little girl CURLED UP ON THE GROUND far away from where the muzzle of the gun was??????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE how babydoll gets beaten up on her first mission but then suddenly kicks ass like a pro, using moves that i am still perfecting after a long time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although she is in a MENTAL ASYLUM there is nothing to show that it is a mental institution. the only thing that suggests it is the rooms, and someone banging on the door yelling in rhythm (which is not what you think, ill explain later, unless you ARE thinking it) the lobotomy and two girls fighting, (which sane girls will do) and therapy (which doesn't mean that you are crazy, lots of people have therapy, and the "crazy" girls are expected to just come to therapy when they need it? Girls that age don't willingly share their problems.&lt;br /&gt;-NONE of the girls are crazy&lt;br /&gt;-They have not done anything crazy (one ran away, the other accidentally shot her sister)  (and running away? lots of people do it. doesn't mean you are crazy.)&lt;br /&gt;Which leaves only one real proof that this is a real asylum not just some place with institution on it. The looming threat of the lobotomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does the old wise man go when the fight starts? He was in the blown up house in the first fight, the helicopter, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babydolls expression looks between crying and constipation throughout the whole movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE ARE ORKS IN THE MOVIE. WITH THE LORD OF THE RINGS SETTING. IN THE SAME FIGHT. REALLY??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I named things from other movies throughout the WHOLE  movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your trying to escape from an institution, don't tell the plan to the guy who OWNS THE INSTITUTION!!! i know he said it would be okay, but REALLY???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After babydoll has a lobotomy we are not sure what happened. Is she a vegetable? Or what? Lobotomy's do different things. Some make you a veg, others make you have no emotion, etc. She justs sits there with the same crying/constipated look on her face. No other emotions. she is clearly not a veg. because she is walking around and stuff. They build up the scene with saying that she looked like she wanted to have the lobotomy, and Blue does not like whats happened to her, but then there is no part where you sigh and say "THATS what happened inside her brain" Instead she closes her eyes, which i assume means that she went into her own world (which is  a war. Zombie Nazi's, orks, cyborgs, metal samurai, all try to kill her and her friends.) It reflects off real life, so what happens in real life happens in her world. How fun. I would like to escape there any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wear the same clothes throughout most of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does anyone do ANYTHING like that in those high heels???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, its clear that the girls are prostitutes. Now, i have no objection to prostitution, as long as its safe and the prostitutes are not forced into it. (But, the girls are forced into it.) I know its PG-13 but that's because they don't show anything!&lt;br /&gt;-The stepfather clearly is going to rape the girls&lt;br /&gt;-Their clothing is... suggestive. VERY suggestive.&lt;br /&gt;-"We dance for them, and if they like our dance, then we take them into the rooms (yes, those rooms that i mentioned earlier) and make them feel... special." HOW IS THIS OKAY? HOW DOES THAT NOT SUGGEST ANYTHING????? Oh, and did i mention that the rooms are filled with beds/couches, cushions, and more? Oh, and everything is red.&lt;br /&gt;-One girl says "Obviously a virgin"  about babydoll&lt;br /&gt;-What is so interesting about babydolls dance that all the guys want to see, and we don't see?&lt;br /&gt;-The girls seduce the man while taking objects from him to help them escape.&lt;br /&gt;-"I was working in the kitchen and all of a sudden the cook was on top of me. He had me pinned down. I couldn't move."&lt;br /&gt;-Blue (the guy who runs the place and who's name is blue?) clearly suggests that he wants to do "stuff": with babydoll many times in the movie. And then he is arrested for it, but it makes people think that it was the prostitution and the lobotomy's. But then the cop shines the light at babydoll sitting in the chair and asks "are you okay miss?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------NO MORE SPOILERS------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So really? REALLY? People, I don't know how anyone could think that this movie is perfect. ITS NOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-8817146008447970629?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/8817146008447970629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/07/motm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/8817146008447970629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/8817146008447970629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/07/motm.html' title='MOTM'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-408663096444664811</id><published>2011-06-29T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T05:34:48.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing and Everything</title><content type='html'>Lots of things to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM NOW IN HIGHSCHOOL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATS TO ALL YOU GRADS OUT THERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. Now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUMMER VACATION!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not exited as i thought i would be. I wake up and think "shit i have school tomorrow" because everyday feels like sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to this camp thing (even though i kinda dont want to but my mom never listens anyway) but im also volenteering for the city of water day at gov. island! yayaayayayayayyayay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been going to the park late at night becuase theyre's nobody there and its quiet and peaceful. i just sit on the swings and space off. Kathryn goes with me because its creepy there and she likes to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been going to the YMCA pool lately, just cuz its fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday. last sunday. I invited my friends to go to the pool with me, and they said yeah. They were in brooklyn with another friend so we were to meet up at 1:00pm. I knew it would be rude for them to show up and wait for me so i left early to go and wait. I was there half an hour early so it was no big deal. I sat around. At 1:00 i got a call from their father (im not naming any names so only they know who they are) saying that they had JUST got on the train and was heading back. I figured this was because it was Gay Pride Day, and there had to be train delays. They had to go home to get their stuff, and did i think that i should meet them at their house? I said that i would walk to their house, and did so. Because they live on sixth ave, it was almost inpossible to get there. I was stuck in a crowd of parade watchers. (But i saw my moms co-worker trying to get by, which was cool!) I told them to call me when they were out of the train, and i was stuck. We would meet there at 1:30 ish. At 2:00 i called them, and was informed that their dad made a last min. dicision to go to fireisland, and that he was packing. Then someone hung up or lost connection or something. I tried calling them back multipule times, and texted them saying that because there is so many things going on, we can just do this another day, but no answer. I didnt want to leave because then if they came, i couldnt be like, "oh, sorry, i left, and i know you didnt answer but i did try to call you..." so i called their mom, hoping that she was with them. She wasnt, but she assured me that they were on the train heading for 14th street, because it was inpossible to get across 6th ave. By this time it was 2:15 and my dad was on his way. (you need to be over 16 to bring guests). at aroudn 2:20 they called, saying that they were on 34TH STREET, because they took the express train by accident. (which, i found out later is bull ('scuse my language) because ALL trains, express AND local stops at 14th street.) My dad came, at which time i was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;crying in anger&lt;/span&gt;. A few minutes later they came, and told me (my dad forgot his cap and went to get a temp. repacement one) that they needed caps. I called my dad and told him to get 2 extra cheap caps for them (even though i had told them A WEEK EARLIER that they needed caps.) When we got in the pool it was 2:45. Their dad came, even though we wanted it to have as little parents as possible, and we got kicked an hour and 15 minutes later because the free-time was over. (this is why we wanted to come earlier, because then we could have more time.) &lt;br /&gt;Once outside my dad left and we tried to get to their home. One friend kept screaming about how bad everyone smelled (lots of people were high and drunk), how we would all die from lung cancer because we breathed in seccond hand smoke (there were a lot of smokers), and yelped and pointed at EVERY PERSON THAT WE SAW IN THONGS. I told her to shut the hell up or they would beat us up, and everything was really getting on my nerves at this point. (but i didnt say that.) Then we just got to their house and looked at the computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like them, I really do, but I can never fully trust them. This has happened more than once, and that was the last straw. I mean, the time we spent together was fun, but, you know, theres just that feeling of untrust. I trust my friends, its not their falt, its their dads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im STILL mad about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats. You had officially ruined my day off, the day that was supposed to be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time, im glad nobody comes to this page. because if my friends saw this, i think they would be mad at me or their dad. But i dont think it would be good for me. And if their dad saw it? I dont think i would be able to hang out with them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now the word is out to the world, and there is nothing you can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________EDIT_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gov. island volenteering is for 18 years and older. (it didnt say on the site)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im not volenteering. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-408663096444664811?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/408663096444664811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/06/nothing-and-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/408663096444664811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/408663096444664811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/06/nothing-and-everything.html' title='Nothing and Everything'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-3504492527095630182</id><published>2011-06-25T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T18:27:02.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GAY MARRIAGE!!!</title><content type='html'>so you all heard the news: gay marriage has been passed in New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reaction: FREAKING FINALLY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the "churches can decline a homosexual marriage" thing, here is what i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your religion does not "allow" homosexual marriage then i think you should have the right not to preform a homosexual marriage. But if there is a church (or churches) that preform homosexual marriage that is EXACTLY like another church (same beliefs, same gods, etc.) then i think that it should be that those churches have to preform gay marriage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THATS WHAT I THINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5TeFWnHDqeA/TgaKumSAWNI/AAAAAAAAAIU/MWFjTnWaqog/s1600/love%2Bis%2Blove.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5TeFWnHDqeA/TgaKumSAWNI/AAAAAAAAAIU/MWFjTnWaqog/s320/love%2Bis%2Blove.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622333717973326034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. sorry 4 the child-like-ness but its hard to draw with a mouse!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-3504492527095630182?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/3504492527095630182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/06/gay-marriage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/3504492527095630182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/3504492527095630182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/06/gay-marriage.html' title='GAY MARRIAGE!!!'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5TeFWnHDqeA/TgaKumSAWNI/AAAAAAAAAIU/MWFjTnWaqog/s72-c/love%2Bis%2Blove.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-5223115528125608966</id><published>2011-06-21T14:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T14:26:37.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh by the way</title><content type='html'>by the way MOTM'S have a label (MOTM)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-5223115528125608966?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/5223115528125608966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-by-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/5223115528125608966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/5223115528125608966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-by-way.html' title='oh by the way'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-6215757435041514866</id><published>2011-06-21T14:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T17:57:05.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-6215757435041514866?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/6215757435041514866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/06/motm_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/6215757435041514866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/6215757435041514866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/06/motm_21.html' title=''/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-4595980562929823193</id><published>2011-06-21T14:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T14:25:54.460-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOTM'/><title type='text'>MOTM</title><content type='html'>Okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOTM &lt;br /&gt;X-Men ORIGINS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVED IT. ESPECIALLY THE WOLVERENE PART. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing i don't understand though, &lt;br /&gt;SPOILER FROM WOLVERENE AND X MEN ORIGINS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Erik shot Charles when charles was young and paralyzed him, then how is he walking to the mutants in Wolveriene? Look at the movie! When all the mutants run out of the island building, Charles WALKS out of the plane!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-4595980562929823193?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/4595980562929823193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/06/motm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/4595980562929823193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/4595980562929823193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/06/motm.html' title='MOTM'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-1537166934303036678</id><published>2011-06-21T14:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T14:24:48.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WANT YOU GONE</title><content type='html'>OMFG I AM OBSESSED WITH THE PORTAL SONGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL ALIVE AND WANT YOU GONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-1537166934303036678?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/1537166934303036678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/06/want-you-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/1537166934303036678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/1537166934303036678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/06/want-you-gone.html' title='WANT YOU GONE'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-5975821510543175095</id><published>2011-06-12T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T14:47:20.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cleverbot and stuff</title><content type='html'>Two things to talk about today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No i lied theres three things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE: CREEPERS (the minecraft kind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They scare the hell outta me! I dont play minecraft but they just are friggin freaky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO: Cleverbot&lt;br /&gt;I love(d) it&lt;br /&gt;Go on! Its a lot of fun. Its an AI and it talks to you&lt;br /&gt;But then it was being rude (not like, dirty or mean, just rude) so i went off of it and didnt go back on... But it was fun. It taught me a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE: i feel diffrent. I've noticed i've been standing straiter more, and i am more aware of people. I like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IM A LIAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR: i went to the pool today. It was a lot of fun. I've been fighting my mom about it but that was just because at the time i didnt think i would like to go but she was saying that i cant swim and i need to learn how but i can swim so i was annoyed that she was making me go to the pool. &lt;br /&gt;But i can swim so now we're cool. Im going to the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it! For now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sssSSSSS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-5975821510543175095?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/5975821510543175095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/06/cleverbot-and-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/5975821510543175095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/5975821510543175095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/06/cleverbot-and-stuff.html' title='cleverbot and stuff'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-2911565774961867567</id><published>2011-06-04T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T19:34:50.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shame on you people, shame on you.</title><content type='html'>you know, I've been obsessing over Portal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've talked about it with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DOES SO MANY PEOPLE NOT KNOW ABOUT IT?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shame on you people, shame on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PORTAL ROCKS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-2911565774961867567?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/2911565774961867567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/06/shame-on-you-people-shame-on-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/2911565774961867567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/2911565774961867567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/06/shame-on-you-people-shame-on-you.html' title='shame on you people, shame on you.'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-6205231927601270053</id><published>2011-06-04T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T19:33:30.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REALLY?</title><content type='html'>Is this not the age of technology? Special effects?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i was channel surfing the other day and came across power rangers samurai. Words can not discribe how bad it was so im just going to put it in simple terms: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN TELL THAT ITS A TOY.&lt;br /&gt;VERY BAD ACTING. VERY.&lt;br /&gt;WTF SPECIAL EFFECTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know night at the museum 2? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW THE HELL DOES THE GUY WHO INVENTED A "SNAP ON SNAP OFF" FLASHLIGHT NEED HIS 10 YEAR OLD KID TO FIND THE LAYERS OF THE SMITHSONIAN? CANT HE JUST... HACK ONTO IT? WHY GET HIS KID TO DO IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW THE HELL DOES A 10 YEAR OLD KID KNOW HOW TO HACK ONTO THE SMITHSONIAN WEBSITE? IM 99.9999999999999999 PERCENT SURE THATS NOT ON THE HOMEPAGE!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-6205231927601270053?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/6205231927601270053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/06/really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/6205231927601270053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/6205231927601270053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/06/really.html' title='REALLY?'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-1617849156598442577</id><published>2011-06-01T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T18:39:54.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HIHIHI</title><content type='html'>Okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie of the month is a returning MOTM, Pans Labyrinth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to make a link to the MOTMs so you can find them easier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRADUATIONS!!!!!! CONGRATS TO ALL THE GRADUATES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im glad im graduating so i can get out of the stinkhole called middle school and go to high school (which is probablly going to suck even more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah i get half days and stuff and i (think) i get less days then not-graduates! HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i have to pay a LOT of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75 dollars to rent the place and decorate.&lt;br /&gt;25 dollars cap and gown&lt;br /&gt;75 (i think) for senor trip&lt;br /&gt;and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF WHY SO EXPENSIVE?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-1617849156598442577?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/1617849156598442577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/06/hihihi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/1617849156598442577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/1617849156598442577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/06/hihihi.html' title='HIHIHI'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-5933694921309848287</id><published>2011-05-26T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T15:09:53.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holocoust</title><content type='html'>So we are learning about the Holocoust, and its really depressing. But when Im having trouble with is grasping the idea. How can such horrid things happen and the world be silent? HOW COULD THESE THINGS HAPPEN????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea is like a eel or something slippery like that, whenever you think that you have grasped the idea, it slips out and you wonder again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish that this unit was over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-5933694921309848287?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/5933694921309848287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/05/holocoust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/5933694921309848287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/5933694921309848287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/05/holocoust.html' title='The Holocoust'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-1676914624552668810</id><published>2011-05-13T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T18:02:13.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doomsday??</title><content type='html'>So a year ago a dude at the bus stop was talking to my mom (and i but i was playing the ds) and told us that there would be a major earthquake and the world will end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today i looked at the paper and there was a article about judgement day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It said the world will end on May 21 at 6:00pm. There will be a major earthquake in hawaii and somewhere else that i forgot. The world will fall into distruction and die in october.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is exactly what the guy at the bus told me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you think god is our savor, apparently he will send for you to go to heaven but if not you will have to endure the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 21 is the day after my birthday, and on may 21 this year at 6:00pm i have a show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think the world will end it was just intresting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. How did you think you did on the tests???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-1676914624552668810?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/1676914624552668810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/05/doomsday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/1676914624552668810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/1676914624552668810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/05/doomsday.html' title='Doomsday??'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-8123976767353672211</id><published>2011-05-10T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T18:43:54.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GLEE</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what your thinking: Glee sucks or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL IF YOU WANT TO SAY THAT DONT POST ANYTHING BECAUSE I BET SOMEWHERE YOU LOVE GLEE YOUR JUST TOO ASHAMED TO ADMIT IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so I just saw glee tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting with my friend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;They had prom, and it was so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------DONT READ BELOW BECAUSE THERE ARE SPOILERS!!!!------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kurt was so cute. I love him. He is my fave. His outfit was so ugly it was cute. And when he won... i felt so bad. Blane was there 4 him and it was so cute!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then everyone cried and i was like, "LOL EVERYONES CRYING!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue was so funny!&lt;br /&gt;You are the worst POW ever! ... Mccain is turning in his grave. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------YOU CAN READ NOW-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM SO HAPPY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-8123976767353672211?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/8123976767353672211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/05/glee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/8123976767353672211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/8123976767353672211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/05/glee.html' title='GLEE'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-4138108743864291302</id><published>2011-05-10T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T16:16:21.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5CHgZuHJbLY/TcnGibKd0TI/AAAAAAAAAH4/LDt_guvZzw4/s1600/lunapic_130498522160462_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5CHgZuHJbLY/TcnGibKd0TI/AAAAAAAAAH4/LDt_guvZzw4/s320/lunapic_130498522160462_8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605229505948799282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi, i was going to post a picture right there but it didnt work. Sorry. Just to let you know this is why all the pics are links and stuff... my uploader isnt working. It just looks something like the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________EDIT_______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, it did work! It just doesnt show it on the text stuff. So now pics are here (yes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this pic is something i drew. &lt;br /&gt;Its a fairy but she's dark. She is not evil but not like all happy and stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-4138108743864291302?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/4138108743864291302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/05/pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/4138108743864291302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/4138108743864291302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/05/pictures.html' title='pictures'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5CHgZuHJbLY/TcnGibKd0TI/AAAAAAAAAH4/LDt_guvZzw4/s72-c/lunapic_130498522160462_8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-1180202424266728787</id><published>2011-05-10T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T16:11:53.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALLERGIES</title><content type='html'>UGH IM BEING ATTACKED BY ALLERGIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my medicine makes me SUPER tired, and so i cant concentrate at school, and then when that wears off i get allergies (runny, stuffy nose, itchy eyes, horse throat) and sleepy from the meds. THEN i get annoyed at everyone and everything and i want to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When im alone i dont do anything, and life right then is just blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD I HATE ALLERGIES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-1180202424266728787?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/1180202424266728787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/05/allergies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/1180202424266728787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/1180202424266728787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/05/allergies.html' title='ALLERGIES'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-5971300304502854683</id><published>2011-05-09T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T17:28:49.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sittin' in the kitchen</title><content type='html'>I feel content. Right now. I bet when I get up from this skateboard I'm sitting on I'm going to feel overwhelmed by things I have to do but right now I'm content. I'm really comfy, just typing on my macbook on a skateboard in the kitchen. Why kitchen? Because the Nutella's in the kitchen and I'm trying to figure out a way to eat it without getting in trouble if my parents walk in. (I have nothing to put it on right now) Also my dog, my Ani (get it? Ani, my dog is opposite of Ina, me) is at my feet eating a bone and she gets annoyed if I move the skateboard and she has to get up off my feet to move so she can lay on them again. (stupid, poor dog, I love her.) So yeah. Just sittin' in the kitchen typing away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-5971300304502854683?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/5971300304502854683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/05/sittin-in-kitchen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/5971300304502854683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/5971300304502854683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/05/sittin-in-kitchen.html' title='sittin&apos; in the kitchen'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-6950680815014072255</id><published>2011-05-09T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T17:21:07.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The beautiful darkness</title><content type='html'>So I was watching Doctor Who (great show by the way) and there was a monster called the Siren. Beautiful young lady who is cool, and then if she gets mad she turns scary and red and kills you. :D (SPOILER!) She turned out to be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That got me thinking, what if the "villain" is accually working for good? What if we got it all wrong? or, what if the "villain" cant help but be the antagonist, because they were forced to or was in their nature? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me back to an old question that I asked a while ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS A BAD DEED DONE FOR A GOOD REASON A BAD DEED OR A GOOD DEED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im writing a collection of storys that might or might not be published one day and im going to write one that is a classic good-guy-bad-guy story but im going to make it from the villains point of view. I've always hated happy endings, which arent usally true in real life, and it just gets BORING when the good guy wins all the time and lives happily ever after. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever read my storys (any one of them) you'll see that i usally never make the good guy win. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its life. The bad guys win a lot. Deal with it. Its weather the bad guys did bad for a good reason that makes all the diffrence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-6950680815014072255?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/6950680815014072255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/05/beautiful-darkness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/6950680815014072255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/6950680815014072255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/05/beautiful-darkness.html' title='The beautiful darkness'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-537846220978590793</id><published>2011-05-08T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T18:42:28.899-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOTM'/><title type='text'>Lots'o stuff</title><content type='html'>so hi!&lt;br /&gt;Um this post will have a lot of stuff. &lt;br /&gt;First, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY MOTHERS DAY ALL YOU MOTHERS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. got that done. Next is a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie Of The Month (or MOTM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THOR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i expected really. Not a huge story but cool graphics. Kinda boring though. &lt;br /&gt;And it kinda sucked that the movie theatre played it WAY TOO LOUD. &lt;br /&gt;BOOM! your deaf, Crash, you cant hear. Like, JEEZ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok um... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOPE YOU DID GOOD ON THE ELA TESTS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck on the state math tests!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I GOT A NEW PHONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(my phone cracked into a million pieces)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the motorola flipout (or something like that)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-537846220978590793?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/537846220978590793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/05/lotso-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/537846220978590793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/537846220978590793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/05/lotso-stuff.html' title='Lots&apos;o stuff'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-5594847039961131232</id><published>2011-04-25T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T10:48:36.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vaca</title><content type='html'>ugh, last day of vacation is tomorrow (nooo!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all week i have been putting off doing my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in my mind)&lt;br /&gt;"Im bored. What should i do? Homework? Nah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now im stuck doing a lot of homework (because im doing something tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thing i did some of it a while ago (i was at my mothers work and she kept bugging me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now im painting, writing, and trying to procastinate all at the same time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-5594847039961131232?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/5594847039961131232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/04/vaca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/5594847039961131232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/5594847039961131232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/04/vaca.html' title='vaca'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-7291991091891585037</id><published>2011-04-25T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T10:45:44.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PORTAL</title><content type='html'>Hi, you all know the game portal?&lt;br /&gt;its been out for a long time and the seccond one just came out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i FINALLY got the first one (rlly late)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE IT. &lt;br /&gt;A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;IM OBSESSED.&lt;br /&gt;BEST GAME EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS WAS A TRIUMPH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-7291991091891585037?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/7291991091891585037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/04/portal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/7291991091891585037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/7291991091891585037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/04/portal.html' title='PORTAL'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-7645743796949248503</id><published>2011-04-22T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T11:22:48.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i've got a problem</title><content type='html'>ok, i have a problem. not  a big problem, but its driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I AM INSIDE THE HOUSE I FEEL THE NEED TO GO OUTSIDE&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;WHEN IM OUTSIDE I FEEL THE NEED TO GO INSIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so im just going in and out and in and out. SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME THIS IS BECAUSE IM SO BORED! COME HANG OUT OR SOMETHING PLEASE IT WILL BE FUN AND MAKE ME NOT CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(plus i havent seen most of you guys and so we need to catch up)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-7645743796949248503?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/7645743796949248503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/04/ive-got-problem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/7645743796949248503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/7645743796949248503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/04/ive-got-problem.html' title='i&apos;ve got a problem'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-233948753810466182</id><published>2011-04-22T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T06:05:15.374-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth day'/><title type='text'>HAPPY EARTH DAY</title><content type='html'>HI GUYS! HAPPY EARTH DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREE COFEE OR TEA AT STARBUCKS (If you byob) AND OTHER FREEBIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ALREADY PLANTED 3 TREES, AND IM TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT TO DO WITH A PRINGLES CAN I FOUND IN MY HOUSE (wierd cuz nobody in my family eats pringles) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY EARTH DAY GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and happy good friday!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-233948753810466182?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/233948753810466182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-earth-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/233948753810466182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/233948753810466182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-earth-day.html' title='HAPPY EARTH DAY'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-8137899039202476399</id><published>2011-04-20T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T18:42:58.559-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOTM'/><title type='text'>LUCKY YOU LUCKY YOU!</title><content type='html'>HEY GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 MORE MOVIES OF THE MONTH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donnie Darko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUUUUUUPER dark. I love it. Its about this boy, Donnie Darko, and he is visited by a GIANT bunny rabbit that minupiliates him to commit a series of crimes. It goes into time travel, and everything. And funny. (and explains the 1 smurfett in a town of smurfs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S. DARKO: a donnie darko tale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG BORING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOO LONG&lt;br /&gt;TOO SLOW&lt;br /&gt;NO EXPRESSIONS&lt;br /&gt;CONFUSING&lt;br /&gt;REPEATED SCENES &lt;br /&gt;AND REALLY? A DONNIE DARKO SEQUAL?? REALLY???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and when you think giant bunny rabbit do you think of this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.bunny-rabbits.com/big-bunny.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;https://www2.corecommerce.com/~bostoncostum247/images/products/9292.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(also sorry for the links i woulda just put them on here but my uploader isnt working!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. This is Frank the bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.eldritchinfluence.net/blogs/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/500full-donnie-darko-poster.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.W.E.S.O.M.E&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-8137899039202476399?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/8137899039202476399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/04/lucky-you-lucky-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/8137899039202476399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/8137899039202476399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/04/lucky-you-lucky-you.html' title='LUCKY YOU LUCKY YOU!'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-7306211728899333779</id><published>2011-04-20T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T17:58:17.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BREAK!</title><content type='html'>SPRING BREAK IS HERE YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUUUPER bored. Wanna hang out, anyone? I love bikes so does anyone want to ride with me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I (almost) finnished my homework, so YEAH HAHAH IM FREEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-7306211728899333779?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/7306211728899333779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/04/break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/7306211728899333779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/7306211728899333779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/04/break.html' title='BREAK!'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-6091875359103116314</id><published>2011-04-20T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T17:56:46.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry!</title><content type='html'>Sorry i havent postied in a while. I was having trouble logging into my blog! (no idea why)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways im on now. And posting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-6091875359103116314?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/6091875359103116314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/04/sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/6091875359103116314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/6091875359103116314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/04/sorry.html' title='Sorry!'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-1897449134717644980</id><published>2011-03-26T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T18:43:47.292-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOTM'/><title type='text'>2 MOVIES OF THE MONTH(S)</title><content type='html'>Okay so now im having TWO movie of the months. Just because i feel like it, and i feel bad that i didnt post in a while. Nobody reads this anyway, so im not even sure if my posting stuff matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay ill get on with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVIE OF THE MONTH NUMBER 1...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET ME IN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, the remake of my fave movie, let the right one in. (Which i did a movie of the month on, by the way. Look for it.)&lt;br /&gt;the one i had been b-ing about FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Google it. Google all of them because im not copying it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT SUCKED. It took SO MUCH from LTROI, and when Abby (who is accually Eli) looked like a freaking monster when she drank blood!!! It was too dark, i couldnt see anything. It was very americanized and lost the relationship between Abby and Owen (or Eli and Oskar) SKIP IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie of the month number 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Adjustment Bureau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE HATS. They wear so many hats in this movie, and I LOVE HATS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no action, like I thought, but it was a love story with a couple un-eventful chase scenes. Overall, it was good. But before you see it, (which you should) think about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i came out, the first thing i said was: "WHAT? YOU DONT SEE GOD? YOU DONT SEE HEVEN? WHATS UP WITH THAT?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But go see it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-1897449134717644980?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/1897449134717644980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/03/2-movies-of-months.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/1897449134717644980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/1897449134717644980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/03/2-movies-of-months.html' title='2 MOVIES OF THE MONTH(S)'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-2596873546754274022</id><published>2011-03-22T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T17:34:50.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>So you all know the rebecca black song friday? its terrible. But give her credit, if you accually hear her sing, she's okay. not horrid, but not great. Normal. SO STOP BEING ON HER BACK ABOUT IT. ITS MEAN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was doing that, but then i stopped. SO PLEASE FOLLOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-2596873546754274022?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/2596873546754274022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/03/friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/2596873546754274022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/2596873546754274022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/03/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-5888438473569806019</id><published>2011-03-10T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T16:28:20.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>please help.</title><content type='html'>please help me... my flip is not working. A while ago my flip mino said it had no more time, so i moved all my videos to the computer and deleted the ones on the flip. it still says no more recording time though. i put it away (no damage now) and took it out now and now even though its charged it wont turn on! i reset'ed it and stuff but anyway it still doesnt work so please help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also please i dont have anything to blog about so please help with ideas also! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-5888438473569806019?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/5888438473569806019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/03/please-help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/5888438473569806019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/5888438473569806019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/03/please-help.html' title='please help.'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-6617681780363382201</id><published>2011-03-05T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T18:44:14.477-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOTM'/><title type='text'>Movie of the month</title><content type='html'>The ILLUSIONIST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(google it. im not going to post them cuz it might be copyright)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was depressing. like, REALLY DEPRESSING. it was depressing in the biggining, depressing in the middle, and depressing at the end. and the girl? SUPER ANNOYING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was, like, NO talking. a little words, but thats it. It was cool though, if you dont mind the depressingness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral: LIFE SUCKS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you go. im not sure if you want to see it, but it was beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-6617681780363382201?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/6617681780363382201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/03/movie-of-month.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/6617681780363382201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/6617681780363382201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/03/movie-of-month.html' title='Movie of the month'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-5611057308962637419</id><published>2011-02-27T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T08:15:01.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss LOST</title><content type='html'>i miss LOST. like, really. i miss being confused, the island, the smoke monster, EVERYTHING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need lost. please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-5611057308962637419?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/5611057308962637419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-miss-lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/5611057308962637419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/5611057308962637419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-miss-lost.html' title='i miss LOST'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-7579843910963580220</id><published>2011-02-23T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T10:47:31.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>im bored</title><content type='html'>vacation, and im bored. AND i have homework!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-7579843910963580220?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/7579843910963580220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/7579843910963580220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/7579843910963580220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-bored.html' title='im bored'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-5653580987508398491</id><published>2011-02-13T06:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T06:06:09.111-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Yeah, sure, happy v-day</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d6a49344f4441334f54413d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox recipe" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d6a49344f4441334f54413d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own recipe - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;This &lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/" target="_blank"&gt;free printable recipe card&lt;/a&gt; created with Smilebox&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-5653580987508398491?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/5653580987508398491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/02/yeah-sure-happy-v-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/5653580987508398491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/5653580987508398491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/02/yeah-sure-happy-v-day.html' title='Yeah, sure, happy v-day'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-2462591014461850940</id><published>2011-02-13T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T18:44:46.031-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOTM'/><title type='text'>The Mechanic</title><content type='html'>Im too lazy to copy and paste it, plus, i have another thing on my copy and paste that is going to show up in the next post. SO GOOGLE IT IF YOU WANT TO KNOW, OKAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really good, but it had a LOT of sex in it. LIKE, A LOT. it was really bloody too. But thats okay. Go see it if you dont mind sex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-2462591014461850940?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/2462591014461850940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/02/mechanic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/2462591014461850940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/2462591014461850940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/02/mechanic.html' title='The Mechanic'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-1876758207353658871</id><published>2011-02-12T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T13:24:38.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>World War Z</title><content type='html'>Do we know the book WORLD WAR Z?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a zombie book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yeah, im obsessed with zombies now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is about the memorys of people who survived the zombie war. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS SO GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they r gonna make a movie about it, but it doesnt sound like it will be accurate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-1876758207353658871?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/1876758207353658871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/02/world-war-z.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/1876758207353658871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/1876758207353658871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/02/world-war-z.html' title='World War Z'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-4895544286174365141</id><published>2011-02-12T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T18:45:02.549-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOTM'/><title type='text'>LATE Movie of the month!</title><content type='html'>okay movie of the not really month is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GREEN HORNET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know, i know, just keep reading, okay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i usally do ones i love, and am obsessed with.  but this one is diffrent, so bear with me. Im going to talk about why i DIDNT like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GREEN HORNET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the death of his father, Britt Reid, heir to his father's large company, teams up with his late dad's assistant Kato to become a masked crime fighting team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^THATS FROM WIKIPEDIA BY THE WAY. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had such high hopes for this movie. REALLY. It was the only movie i wanted to see (at this time), apart from the mechanic (which i am seeing today). THIS MOVIE WAS DISSAPOINTING. the dude who played britt tried too hard to be funny, and A lot of the jokes werent funny. The fights were too fast, and only the ending fight was good (but i have seen better) It was BORING. it was TOO LONG. The characters were NOT WELL DEVELOPED. They had a background mentioned, but it didnt do anything!!!! Kato was the only cool person and one part made me ruin his rep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************SPOILERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part where Britt and Kato fight, i thought it was un-nessary that Kato couldnt swim. The only thing that would justify it in my mind was that if he had some bad expierence when he was a kid. But then no eplaination? REALLY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************OKAY YOU CAN READ NOW***************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO now when i think of Kato, who is STILL EPICLY AWESOME, that one flaw stands out in my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, skip it. Unless you REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYY need to see it, skip it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results on the mechanic soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-4895544286174365141?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/4895544286174365141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/02/late-movie-of-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/4895544286174365141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/4895544286174365141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/02/late-movie-of-month.html' title='LATE Movie of the month!'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-7197644884768776328</id><published>2011-02-12T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T12:53:59.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>USTIN BEIBER ON TOP 50 MOST POPULAR WOMEN ON THE INTERNET!!!</title><content type='html'>JUSTIN BEIBER ON TOP 50 MOST POPULAR WOMEN ON THE INTERNET!!!!!!!!!!! LOLZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME LOOK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and go to this link if you dont believe me, but if you read whats below it, i would never say poor justin beiber (unless i am quoting it like i just did) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://abcnews.go.com/Technology/50-popular-women-web-google-search-results/story?id=10573331&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COED Magazine has compiled a list based on Google search results that is flying around the Internet, sporting some surprises -- Justin Bieber comes in at No. 7 -- and some givens -- Lady Gaga tops the list at No. 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the top 10:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lady Gaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kesha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Madonna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Justin Bieber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Miley Cyrus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washington's famous women made a showing as well: former Alaska Gov. Sarah Palin is No. 18, first lady Michelle Obama No. 21 and Secretary of State Hillary Clinton No. 32.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Justin Bieber. This is the second time in a week that the teen heartthrob and perpetual trending topic on Twitter has sent the Internet into a tizzy. He has also been accused of not knowing the meaning of the word "German."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interview on a New Zealand TV show has been making the rounds on the web, showing Bieber floundering when the host asked him if "Bieber" means "basketball" in German. He at first acted perplexed and finally said, "We don't use that word in America."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems likely that the host's thick Kiwi accent was the culprit here, because Bieber does appear to be familiar with German in this Bravo interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the web's favorite women. Who was left off that you think should have made it? Who were the biggest surprises? Here is the full list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Eva Longoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Scarlett Johansson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Carmen Electra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Tina Fey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Adriana Lima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Lily Allen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Sarah Jessica Parker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Carrie Underwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Amy Winehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Vanessa Hudgens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Katie Price&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Ashley Tisdale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Hilary Duff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Marilyn Monroe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Heidi Montag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Demi Moore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Jennifer Aniston&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-7197644884768776328?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/7197644884768776328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/02/ustin-beiber-on-top-50-most-popular.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/7197644884768776328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/7197644884768776328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/02/ustin-beiber-on-top-50-most-popular.html' title='USTIN BEIBER ON TOP 50 MOST POPULAR WOMEN ON THE INTERNET!!!'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492511466700505967.post-1327169125470211639</id><published>2011-01-30T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T16:01:26.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Commenting</title><content type='html'>you know, when people comment on things (not like this, like, very popular things where everyone comments) they dont think. I know, im one of them, but now im gonna stop and think before i comment (or try to). AND PEOPLE ARE MEAN! LIKE SERIOUSLY, BE NICER!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, im not talking about this site but in bigger sites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6492511466700505967-1327169125470211639?l=alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/feeds/1327169125470211639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/01/commenting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/1327169125470211639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492511466700505967/posts/default/1327169125470211639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlethingcalledme.blogspot.com/2011/01/commenting.html' title='Commenting'/><author><name>INA :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485688358046755508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgdTP2TvuBQ/TTNBYyfPNmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4-8bO9VIAQk/S220/Cute_But_psycho_by_soul_sweeper.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
