<?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-7773535950882493897</id><updated>2011-08-02T20:30:00.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspire me .</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Audrey, sweetie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15413338129861822777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SysWmxv1kTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_ryiB0Zf0FM/S220/Photo_00030.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773535950882493897.post-4086649469089655560</id><published>2010-02-25T13:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T13:23:35.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heyy peoples.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oo, me not blogging a lot is kinda horrible. So sorry for that. Anyway a lot has happened in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A lot of drama that is. Drama i didn't like, but i learned from it. well, uhm. life has been great away from tha drama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;ORRY but i gotta go. i'm doing this at school and its time to goo. so peace! (: ill try to blog more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773535950882493897-4086649469089655560?l=alternativemuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/feeds/4086649469089655560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773535950882493897&amp;postID=4086649469089655560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/4086649469089655560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/4086649469089655560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/2010/02/heyy-peoples.html' title='Heyy peoples.'/><author><name>Audrey, sweetie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15413338129861822777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SysWmxv1kTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_ryiB0Zf0FM/S220/Photo_00030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773535950882493897.post-4902610694198290222</id><published>2009-12-28T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T18:14:36.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Resolution.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SzlmBSCSwdI/AAAAAAAAARQ/RhPzJDiP70o/s1600-h/newyears1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SzlmBSCSwdI/AAAAAAAAARQ/RhPzJDiP70o/s400/newyears1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420475798724461010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So New Years is almost here. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I'm going to set some goals for myself. I want to change myself for tha up coming year in many ways such as . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;* Get braces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;* Stop Cursing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;* Loose some weight .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;* Maybe get contacts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;* Continue to get straight As.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;* Change my style somewhat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;* Learn how to do my makeup much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;* Try and be friends with the people i lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;* Find someone actually worth my time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;* Stay friends with the friends i haven't lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;* Get better at blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;* Get better at playing the flute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;* Not judge people so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;[ I honestly do judge people before i even know them, &amp;amp; that isn't a good thing I'm and going to try my hardest not to judge people anymore]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;* Get better at sports.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;* Hang out with friends more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;* Get better at everything i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;(: Those are my New Years Resolution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;So far. Hehe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Let's make 2010 another awesome year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773535950882493897-4902610694198290222?l=alternativemuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/feeds/4902610694198290222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773535950882493897&amp;postID=4902610694198290222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/4902610694198290222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/4902610694198290222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-years-resolution.html' title='New Years Resolution.'/><author><name>Audrey, sweetie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15413338129861822777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SysWmxv1kTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_ryiB0Zf0FM/S220/Photo_00030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SzlmBSCSwdI/AAAAAAAAARQ/RhPzJDiP70o/s72-c/newyears1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773535950882493897.post-7580810240117913247</id><published>2009-12-25T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T20:47:39.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today is Christmas. On Christmas most people expect presents to be given to them. That isn't really the true meaning of Christmas. The true meaning of Christmas is celebrate that Jesus was born. Also opening our hearts up to one another,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; but that doesn't mean we have to give presents. I just want people to remember that Christmas isn't just about receiving something. So next time you don't have a lot of presents or none at all just remember that Christmas is about Jesus being born. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SzWVAQLC-LI/AAAAAAAAAQw/43zMsOFEBao/s1600-h/santa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419401558184097970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SzWVAQLC-LI/AAAAAAAAAQw/43zMsOFEBao/s400/santa1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773535950882493897-7580810240117913247?l=alternativemuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/feeds/7580810240117913247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773535950882493897&amp;postID=7580810240117913247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/7580810240117913247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/7580810240117913247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas.'/><author><name>Audrey, sweetie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15413338129861822777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SysWmxv1kTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_ryiB0Zf0FM/S220/Photo_00030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SzWVAQLC-LI/AAAAAAAAAQw/43zMsOFEBao/s72-c/santa1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773535950882493897.post-8624261646863998321</id><published>2009-12-17T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T21:48:22.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Just a little update on my personal life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My dance group for school made it into tha top 5! Yay! That means that we get to perform in front of tha whole school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm kinda scared and excited at tha same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773535950882493897-8624261646863998321?l=alternativemuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/feeds/8624261646863998321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773535950882493897&amp;postID=8624261646863998321&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/8624261646863998321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/8624261646863998321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/2009/12/top-5.html' title='Top 5'/><author><name>Audrey, sweetie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15413338129861822777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SysWmxv1kTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_ryiB0Zf0FM/S220/Photo_00030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773535950882493897.post-4387386489375672935</id><published>2009-12-12T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T08:25:55.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;This year has gone by so fast that i don't even remember everything i did this year like i usually would. Last thing i remember from tha beginning of the year was when i was shopping with my cousins at tha most amazing mall ever! Now it's December and the year is about to end. Through out this year not everything has gone the way i planned, but it seems like it all worked out for the best. It didn't seem like that at tha time but now as tha year is coming to an end I've noticed that by not doing certain things, and doing other things has brought me things i would have no imagined id gain. What i mean to say in this post is that i don't really regret anything that I've done this year. Just lessons learned. I'm sure you might think its bullshitt of how  i would say i don't have any regrets but i kinda do and don't. When i think about it i like to put in my head that i only have one life to live. So I'm going to live it to tha fullest. I try to not to look into tha past and compare it to my present. I also don't try to look back at tha people that didn't make it to my present. The regrets i have i look into them and thing about what i did wrong and then i learn from it. I don't know if this post really made sense but oh well. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773535950882493897-4387386489375672935?l=alternativemuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/feeds/4387386489375672935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773535950882493897&amp;postID=4387386489375672935&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/4387386489375672935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/4387386489375672935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/2009/12/passing.html' title='Passing.'/><author><name>Audrey, sweetie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15413338129861822777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SysWmxv1kTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_ryiB0Zf0FM/S220/Photo_00030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773535950882493897.post-7169044275110821409</id><published>2009-12-11T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T05:48:59.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats tha difference?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SyL5G8NZOXI/AAAAAAAAAOo/wIyQsQMdsJ4/s1600-h/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 342px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414163599689595250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SyL5G8NZOXI/AAAAAAAAAOo/wIyQsQMdsJ4/s400/30.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Could someone explain to me tha difference between Coca-Cola and Pepsi? I mean like other than tha names. What is different about them? They taste pretty much tha same to mee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Comment me and tell me what you think. Or what you have to say. Thanks (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773535950882493897-7169044275110821409?l=alternativemuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/feeds/7169044275110821409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773535950882493897&amp;postID=7169044275110821409&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/7169044275110821409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/7169044275110821409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/2009/12/whats-tha-difference.html' title='Whats tha difference?'/><author><name>Audrey, sweetie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15413338129861822777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SysWmxv1kTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_ryiB0Zf0FM/S220/Photo_00030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SyL5G8NZOXI/AAAAAAAAAOo/wIyQsQMdsJ4/s72-c/30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773535950882493897.post-4307565276653012400</id><published>2009-12-10T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T17:04:06.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SyLmYu8phmI/AAAAAAAAANg/mRBmaSV7i3Q/s1600-h/bubble_pop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414143014646416994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SyLmYu8phmI/AAAAAAAAANg/mRBmaSV7i3Q/s400/bubble_pop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Now i know we all have drama in our lives at some point. Sometimes you don't then sometimes you do. Drama can get out of hand very quickly, trust me been there done that . :P There have been some point where drama wasn't really needed. Or that you never even had to be involved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The best thing to do is to stay away from it. You'll probably have more fun without it because there won't be so much to worry about. If nothing has to deal with you then just walk away from what ever is happening. If it does have to deal with you, just try to brush it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Today in school something bad happened, this guy almost broke his head open because of something very stupid in my opinion. He called this guy fat, and you know how that goes. Some people just don't let that go. Therefore a fight broke out. If you think about it. Yeah i understand that you would get angry if someone called you fat, but do you really have to fight about it? As i said in another post i had who gives a crap about what people think of you. Its easier said than done, but when you put that into your mind it actually works. What you think of yourself matters tha most. The person being called fat could have either, told a teacher. Walk away, or tell tha person to stop. If tha person would have done that it would have been not as bad.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Drama brings out tha worst in people. I've seen it myself. Even people that you think are soo good and wonderful could be one of those people that are very serious about that drama they have on their hand, and don't "play". I think of drama as something that will always come in my life no matter what. I can't hide from it, though i can try to stay out of it as much as possible. If i do end up in drama i either, just don't really put it in my mind if its nothing that serious. Walk away from it. I would surround myself with people that make me laugh and forget about tha problems i have. I try not to pull myself into things that don't involve me. I'm sure many other people do too. For sure half of them &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;DO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;get pulled in. When you do, you can give advice about what to do with tha problem, or tell you friend to brush it off.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Just remember you'll always have drama in your life. It's just your choice of how you'll handle it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773535950882493897-4307565276653012400?l=alternativemuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/feeds/4307565276653012400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773535950882493897&amp;postID=4307565276653012400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/4307565276653012400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/4307565276653012400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/2009/12/drama.html' title='Drama.'/><author><name>Audrey, sweetie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15413338129861822777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SysWmxv1kTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_ryiB0Zf0FM/S220/Photo_00030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SyLmYu8phmI/AAAAAAAAANg/mRBmaSV7i3Q/s72-c/bubble_pop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773535950882493897.post-7429490613100506065</id><published>2009-12-06T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T12:22:33.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'ve been gone for awhile sorry. Even though i haven't blogged many things have happened in my life some good and bad. Through out this year i have learned things. I have lost friends &amp;amp; made new ones. In the end everything seems to workout for the best. One of the things I've learned through out this year is my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;real friends from my fake friends so here it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;We all have those friends that are "2 faced". Though when you first meet them they don't seem that way. 2 faced people are those kinds of people that talk behind their so called "friends" back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Then when they are caught they would of course lie. I didn't realize how many people i had like that in my life. I don't &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;regret &lt;/span&gt;losing them in my life. Neither do i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;regret&lt;/span&gt; meeting them. Having them in my life has brought me to where i am today. Without them maybe i wouldn't have meet the people that have made my life more wonderful now. For me losing one friend meant gaining another one. So far the ones i have gained has showed me that they aren't gonna go behind my back, which is a good thing. Most of the "friends" that i have lost I'm not very sad about because they were 2 faced or fake. I'm sure many of you guys have heard the sayings like &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Life is to short for regrets", "Love the people that treat you right, Forget theones that don't". "There are reasons why they didn't make it to your future." Etc&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; When i think about those quotes in my head i feel better about myself. When i am down from losing a friend i think about that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's okay, so i may had good times with that person which has made me happy, but there are reasons why they didn't make it in my life now and I'm fine with that.&lt;/span&gt; When i think about it over and over again in my head i feel better. Another thing i think about is the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Real&lt;/span&gt; friends ihave. The friends that have always been there from the &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;start with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;you &amp;amp; through out everything they were always there. Even if you did things they were against they supported you. Maybe one of the friends you have gained from losing a friend might end up being one of your real friends. That's why finding out if your friends are fake has its ups and downs.. Though you must remember you can &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;have to many friends. Though you can only have very few &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;REAL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SxwPexlIoBI/AAAAAAAAAMY/PCOCLXuajyY/s1600-h/31.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 389px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412217873572077586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SxwPexlIoBI/AAAAAAAAAMY/PCOCLXuajyY/s400/31.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SxwPfX8N94I/AAAAAAAAAMg/f92bM_D7qzk/s1600-h/32.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 389px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412217883869443970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SxwPfX8N94I/AAAAAAAAAMg/f92bM_D7qzk/s400/32.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773535950882493897-7429490613100506065?l=alternativemuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/feeds/7429490613100506065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773535950882493897&amp;postID=7429490613100506065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/7429490613100506065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/7429490613100506065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/2009/12/friends.html' title='Friends.'/><author><name>Audrey, sweetie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15413338129861822777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SysWmxv1kTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_ryiB0Zf0FM/S220/Photo_00030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SxwPexlIoBI/AAAAAAAAAMY/PCOCLXuajyY/s72-c/31.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773535950882493897.post-3406565242758032131</id><published>2009-08-11T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T15:59:20.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heh. (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Alrighty, I haven't posted in a long while once again. Sorry. Tha reason for that is because Ive been really busy with other things on tha computer like games. Which i dont do. Hah. Well anyway. This will be just a small post tha next one will be long. So (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773535950882493897-3406565242758032131?l=alternativemuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/feeds/3406565242758032131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773535950882493897&amp;postID=3406565242758032131&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/3406565242758032131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/3406565242758032131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/2009/08/heh.html' title='Heh. (:'/><author><name>Audrey, sweetie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15413338129861822777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SysWmxv1kTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_ryiB0Zf0FM/S220/Photo_00030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773535950882493897.post-8401643215550322536</id><published>2009-07-20T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:22:46.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, well.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The picture to "Well, well."&lt;br /&gt;[Just wanted to see how it looks like this.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SmSZesfUKcI/AAAAAAAAAKM/r48LS0aUTsg/s1600-h/35-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360578209095363010" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SmSZesfUKcI/AAAAAAAAAKM/r48LS0aUTsg/s400/35-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773535950882493897-8401643215550322536?l=alternativemuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/feeds/8401643215550322536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773535950882493897&amp;postID=8401643215550322536&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/8401643215550322536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/8401643215550322536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-well_20.html' title='Well, well.'/><author><name>Audrey, sweetie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15413338129861822777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SysWmxv1kTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_ryiB0Zf0FM/S220/Photo_00030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SmSZesfUKcI/AAAAAAAAAKM/r48LS0aUTsg/s72-c/35-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773535950882493897.post-5425282759621288439</id><published>2009-07-17T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:17:36.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, well.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wow last time i talked about anything was June 4th. Really far from now so id like to say sorry for who ever reads mah blog and has been waiting for a new post to be typed down. June 4th i was still in school meaning its now summer that I'm making a new post, and that school is about to start again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Anyways. Tha topic might be all mixed up from what has happened over mah summer and things i have learned over it. So hope you like it. Well love :P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mah summer has gone somewhat fast. Though i must say it has been fun. Ive been with mah cousins that i haven't been with since last year and bonded with one that i would have never thought i would bond with. Which really makes meh happy. Another thing is that i started talking to another one of mah cousins more than just tha words hi, bye, good morning, good night. We talked. In a cousin matter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(: Its taken awhile for meh to bond with mah cousins i guess you would say. I probably wouldn't have even imagined bonding with both of mah cousins from new york. I'm happy i did though.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;WOW. THIS. JUST. BLEW. MAH. MINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Did you know you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AREN'T&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;allowed to sit at a bar unless your 21 and over. Even if you NOT drinking. And your just talking to friends and family. Well i didn't. Now i do. But wow when i sat on tha bar chair and tha dude said i couldn't sit there unless i was 21 i think mah face said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMG WHATTTT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But yeauh.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Charlene&lt;/span&gt; gave meh tha idea to blog about this so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*claps*&lt;/span&gt; for you. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So yeauh. This post was just a little update. And sorry for not posting in awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773535950882493897-5425282759621288439?l=alternativemuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/feeds/5425282759621288439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773535950882493897&amp;postID=5425282759621288439&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/5425282759621288439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/5425282759621288439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-well.html' title='Well, well.'/><author><name>Audrey, sweetie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15413338129861822777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SysWmxv1kTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_ryiB0Zf0FM/S220/Photo_00030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773535950882493897.post-6463937612189126823</id><published>2009-06-04T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:21:23.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOREDUM HAS HIT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/Sih-IT41N6I/AAAAAAAAAI0/hGQ3sFGvBt4/s1600-h/m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343659639117789090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/Sih-IT41N6I/AAAAAAAAAI0/hGQ3sFGvBt4/s400/m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gahh, it isn't fun being bored. You have &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt; to do! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boredum hits everyone,&lt;/span&gt; and i bet no one likes being bored not even meh. During school i get bored. When i guess I'm not supposed to be. ;p There are many times people get bored, when they are sitting, standing, even watching a movie! You can get bored anytime of tha day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ITS INSANEIUM DAWG! LOL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;One time i was at school just sitting and i started going crazy because i was sooo boreeddd. :( Tha worst thing is that mah phone had no bars. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;So i couldn't text anyone.&lt;/span&gt; I started moving around a lot. I needed to scream badly. Well, speaking of school I'm at school right now typing this down.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[not typing in mah blog its blocked. and i don't know why.. so i have to post this later]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :) I'm sitting at a table with mah frans&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Karson, Ahmari, and Quintin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; :) I'm guessing this blog post is going to be about random things. So, time to be randommmmm! We just did tha talent show. I must say i did pretty awesome. Just like some others. :D This person started to sing this song and then i started to &lt;em&gt;day dream&lt;/em&gt;. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About what would happen if tha guy i like was there watching meh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Id be scared and happy at tha same time.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; [we perform twice. One for tha little people then one for tha grown ups and big kids.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Anyway yeah, now im sitting next to karson. XD I dont find this blog post very stunning. But dont worry when i get home i will blog about something interesting. Though i need a topic. I guess by tha time i get home i will have something to blog about....&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;umm id like people reading this to give meh ideas for things to blog about.&lt;/span&gt; Sometimes i dont know what to blog about thats why i dont vlog sometimes. Well ima brain storm.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M SUPER UPER DUPER SORRY IF YOU DID'NT LIKE THIS BLOG POST! I WILL TRY NOT TO DO POSTS LIKE THIS IF YOU DISLIKE IT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;[if you dislike or like it comment and ill see what i can do. Its somewhat like a vote. :)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(yays already got a topic from mah teacher.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343660465222447490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/Sih-4ZXh8YI/AAAAAAAAAI8/B4X6BhnUUPk/s400/01AwcAX3RxPlgAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773535950882493897-6463937612189126823?l=alternativemuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/feeds/6463937612189126823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773535950882493897&amp;postID=6463937612189126823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/6463937612189126823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/6463937612189126823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/2009/06/boredum-has-hit.html' title='BOREDUM HAS HIT!'/><author><name>Audrey, sweetie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15413338129861822777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SysWmxv1kTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_ryiB0Zf0FM/S220/Photo_00030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/Sih-IT41N6I/AAAAAAAAAI0/hGQ3sFGvBt4/s72-c/m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773535950882493897.post-4764220102664828553</id><published>2009-06-03T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T18:59:38.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How careless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[sorry for all tha font changing.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I find it better to keep your &lt;em&gt;"love"&lt;/em&gt; feelings to yourself. They get you into all of crap or they just make you somewhat sad. Some people aren't worth tha sadness. Psh, they aren't even worth liking if they make you sad and you guys are just friends. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; guys are careless about girls and it pisses meh off. They don't give a dip shit when girls tell them they like them or something like that, some of them think its a time to play with there feelings make fun of them. Well NO it isn't. You do that crap shit you wont get a damn girlfriend. Its not nice being &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to girls, ahah yeah you guys doods dudes may laugh at us girls because you made fun of us and made of feel bad. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i for one will not let a boy make meh sad anymore. I don't take that crap anymore. That's why I'm careful for who i tell who i like to. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[did that make sense?]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;anyway yeah this post is made out of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;anger&lt;/span&gt;, which i think is bad but ohh well it made meh feel &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773535950882493897-4764220102664828553?l=alternativemuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/feeds/4764220102664828553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773535950882493897&amp;postID=4764220102664828553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/4764220102664828553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/4764220102664828553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-careless.html' title='How careless.'/><author><name>Audrey, sweetie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15413338129861822777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SysWmxv1kTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_ryiB0Zf0FM/S220/Photo_00030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773535950882493897.post-4060234012605574442</id><published>2009-06-02T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T18:05:00.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont ever let...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;ANYONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;take away &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU DREAMS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. If you want to do something in life then&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Dont let anyone &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you from pursuing your dream. They dont have tha right. Unless your dream is to do something like&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; killing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yourself... then they can take your dream away, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;shouldnt be suicidal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Anyway you should follow your dream always and do&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;school &lt;/span&gt;so you can pursue that dream of yours. (: Ill tell you now if you dont put your mind to pursuing your dream you may &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt;. Work hard to pursue your dream, dont let it slip through your fingers. Your dreams or dream can be&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;taken away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so easily just like blinking. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psh it could be gone in a blink of an eye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. All because you didnt work&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in school, or you did something &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dreams are tha reason why i work hard in school&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Also making mah parents proud of meh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pursuing mah dreams mean tha world to meh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No one can make mah dreams come true&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; unless i do mah part in making it come&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yeah, people will help meh along tha way but its hard just getting to that part where you are about to pursue your dream. The one you've wanted for tha longest. If you dont work hard in school now, you wont get very far in tha real world. If you have all&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;F's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on your report card and you want to become a Doctor um&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; they wont accept someone with all&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;F's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you might &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;kill&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;someone. Maybe you are smart but to lazy to do any work thats gonna hurt you from making your dream come true. So&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...........................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DONT BE LAZY IN SCHOOL DO YOUR HOMEWORK AND WORK HARD! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pursue &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;YOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;dream. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SicccmKTRmI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2zRSS0NiqQo/s1600-h/BESTDREAM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343270760504051298" style="WIDTH: 374px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SicccmKTRmI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2zRSS0NiqQo/s400/BESTDREAM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773535950882493897-4060234012605574442?l=alternativemuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/feeds/4060234012605574442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773535950882493897&amp;postID=4060234012605574442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/4060234012605574442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/4060234012605574442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-ever-let.html' title='Dont ever let...'/><author><name>Audrey, sweetie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15413338129861822777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SysWmxv1kTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_ryiB0Zf0FM/S220/Photo_00030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SicccmKTRmI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2zRSS0NiqQo/s72-c/BESTDREAM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773535950882493897.post-738868411611755629</id><published>2009-06-01T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:16:22.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It makes meh feel safe. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SiSObncn_xI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bHfL-WEn-HU/s1600-h/100_1272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342551663064907538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SiSObncn_xI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bHfL-WEn-HU/s400/100_1272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it how tha Saxophones sound with tha Flutes, it sounds so&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. To meh at least. I mean tha flutes kinda tune them down. In a way. :) How in tha world will i know? Gee, prolly because im in band that's how i know! Ive talked about being in band in mah&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Band Geek&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; post. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;[check it out.]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Anyway when tha flutes were playing a section solo we sounded loud, and then tha saxophones came in and toned us down. So did tha flutes to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think everyone in tha band tones down another instrument different from their own.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Which i find pretty awesome. One thing that meh and mah cousin noticed because we are both in band is that there are a lot of &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLARINETS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; No offence to them though. All I'm saying is that there are a lot of clarinet players. Its like they never leave band. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;;p&lt;/span&gt; Well, to them i guess band is &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;important&lt;/span&gt; just as it is to meh, and probably many other band players. Ahah, i kinda got off track about how tha saxophones makes meh feel safe when they are playing with tha flutes so lets get back to that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342563337906621138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SiSZDLnzCtI/AAAAAAAAAHM/fVcF22j-or0/s400/Saxophone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I just&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L O V E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;how they play. And there is this one dude that plays just &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;swell&lt;/span&gt; and hes in tha saxophone section. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; He plays in tha band im in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..[dont ask who.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I think if i were to pick a section to play with it would be tha saxophones. They play awesome and&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; REALLY JUST LOVE HOW THEY SOUND WITH THA FLUTES.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;It makes meh go &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;CRAZY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Now, lets talk about something else other than tha saxophones and tha flutes sounding stunning&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;cousins&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;together. :) Being at band is just out of this world. Ahah, just hearing tha music is just worth being there and knowing that you are playing it is an incredible feeling. That's how i feel sometimes, and then i start to smile when I'm playing then i mess up. Hehe. I'm glad I'm in band, i haven't missed a day so that means that i have perfect attendance. XD I got a pin saying that for band. I find that pretty awesome. I tried not to miss ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;even if i had to wake up so freaken early, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it was all worth it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;[bands over for now. until next year] :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773535950882493897-738868411611755629?l=alternativemuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/feeds/738868411611755629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773535950882493897&amp;postID=738868411611755629&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/738868411611755629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/738868411611755629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-makes-meh-feel-safe-d.html' title='It makes meh feel safe. :D'/><author><name>Audrey, sweetie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15413338129861822777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SysWmxv1kTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_ryiB0Zf0FM/S220/Photo_00030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SiSObncn_xI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bHfL-WEn-HU/s72-c/100_1272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773535950882493897.post-618036552462018839</id><published>2009-06-01T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T18:40:29.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahah, this must have to be mah favorite topic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, you should know what this post is going to be about......teachers!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;[Hehe new font like?]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yes, tha same teacher that makes meh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANGRY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;made meh angry today with her. I mean really can she give meh a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;break&lt;/span&gt;?? Seriously I'm tired of her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;crap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway what she did today was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;yell and stick her stupid eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;out all because some of tha safety patrols were talking in tha hall way. Noisy. Yeah i mean we were loud but jeez, when some of tha teachers talk and there are just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;or them they sound like a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;And what would you expect from a group of kids walking down tha hallway with no teachers? To stay &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;quiet&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No,&lt;/span&gt; we would talk but at least we weren't screaming like some of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;teachers do.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Even though they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;AREN'T SUPPOSED TO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well i mean i cant be furious with her because classes were going on and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;that is tha reason she was mad i guess,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but give us&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;[the kids]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;a break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;she acts like its tha end of tha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;world&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;if we&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO1ISPERFECT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SiRsewj8IkI/AAAAAAAAAG0/mgCflBuwx1I/s1600-h/sharpies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342514333655769666" style="WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SiRsewj8IkI/AAAAAAAAAG0/mgCflBuwx1I/s400/sharpies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;She needs a vacation on some real shiz. I don't think she gets out much. And she&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;REALLY &lt;strong&gt;NEEDS&lt;/strong&gt; TO&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gosh, i mean yeah i wont blame&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;her if she pisses meh off only a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;few times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;a year, but &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;! She has to piss meh off whenever she sees meh. And tha thing i hate tha most that some teachers do is blame tha students for not doing something or knowing something! I mean are you serious?! I really wish that we could punish them or make them not have lunch with their friends because they didn't know something of didn't do something. Like if they didn't do their work or something then i understand but like today mah friend didn't hold tha door, because some people don't like holding doors or they just don't want to. Well anyway he didn't hold tha door and this supervisor got mad at him and told him he should have held tha door. Then she made him sit off to tha side and eat his lunch alone. Jeez, i seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;think that some teachers punish students&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;for a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;stupidest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;reasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt; Its close to tha end of tha year and some of tha teachers are acting like we are gonna do some &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stupid &lt;em&gt;shit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;[some of us might but not all]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but could they at least not be so uptight and let kids have fun. Meaning not do work. Talk to friends. etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If any staff people that go to tha school i go to are reading this,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;you guys don't want us kids to get hurt during school but really? Just punish tha people that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WILL &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;do stupid shiz and not tha students that wont. And take some advice from what I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;complaining about, because i KNOW a lot of students that have tha same&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;problem&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;END OF SCHOOL IS IN LIKE 9 DAYS. FUN??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SiRni2LPRVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2hUt9PPBB4E/s1600-h/famous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342508906324116818" style="WIDTH: 402px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SiRni2LPRVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2hUt9PPBB4E/s400/famous.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773535950882493897-618036552462018839?l=alternativemuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/feeds/618036552462018839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773535950882493897&amp;postID=618036552462018839&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/618036552462018839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/618036552462018839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/2009/06/ahah-this-must-have-to-be-mah-favorite.html' title='Ahah, this must have to be mah favorite topic.'/><author><name>Audrey, sweetie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15413338129861822777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SysWmxv1kTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_ryiB0Zf0FM/S220/Photo_00030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SiRsewj8IkI/AAAAAAAAAG0/mgCflBuwx1I/s72-c/sharpies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773535950882493897.post-8916533508968862547</id><published>2009-06-01T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:28:36.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel that i haven't..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;blogged so swell. :( I mean yeah, i guess i blog about interesting things [well to meh at least], but tha way that mah blog looks and tha way i type it doesn't seem stunning. [hehe mah cousin likes that word] Anyway, from this day forward with all of mah blog posts I'm going to try to make them look awesome like. XD Hopefully i can, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;WILL. I'm will try different fonts in different parts of tha post. And different colors, and put more things into one post, also MORE pictures. Though I'm not going to do that for this post. I will do it for tha one after this one. So i hope who ever is reading this will find tha rest of mah blog with all tha changing......amazing STILL. :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773535950882493897-8916533508968862547?l=alternativemuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/feeds/8916533508968862547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773535950882493897&amp;postID=8916533508968862547&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/8916533508968862547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/8916533508968862547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-feel-that-i-havent.html' title='I feel that i haven&apos;t..'/><author><name>Audrey, sweetie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15413338129861822777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SysWmxv1kTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_ryiB0Zf0FM/S220/Photo_00030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773535950882493897.post-1060641404754799830</id><published>2009-05-31T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:25:50.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Respect.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay, so i know i do alot of mah blog post about teachers and how some of them annoy tha freaken crap outta me. So now i want to do a blog about teachers that i respect. I respect tha teacher i have now, mah LRC teacher, mah deans, secretaries, and some other teachers. Tha reason WHY i respect them is because they actually FOLLOW THA DAYUM RULES THEY FREAKEN MAKE! OR HAVE! Yeah, once in awhile they don't follow it but most of tha time they do. UNLIKE OTHER TEACHERS! *AHEM* Anyway some of tha teachers i respect can be annoying, just as much as tha ones i HATE but they follow what they say. They don't say it then NOT follow it. Which meaning for meh i respect them for that. Or they are just nice :) So yeah, i don't have much to say about tha teachers that don't annoy tha crap about meh because there isn't much TO say. Just that they have mah respect, for tha reasons i have typed. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773535950882493897-1060641404754799830?l=alternativemuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/feeds/1060641404754799830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773535950882493897&amp;postID=1060641404754799830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/1060641404754799830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/1060641404754799830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/2009/05/respect.html' title='Respect.'/><author><name>Audrey, sweetie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15413338129861822777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SysWmxv1kTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_ryiB0Zf0FM/S220/Photo_00030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773535950882493897.post-2592602511532221061</id><published>2009-05-30T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:24:12.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Year of tha OX! (1997)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SiLy6GtVtnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/qnStDnlN1qY/s1600-h/year-of-ox-2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342099188061943410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SiLy6GtVtnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/qnStDnlN1qY/s400/year-of-ox-2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hah, guess what!? This year is tha year of tha ox meaning if you were born in 1997 this is YOUR year. XD. Well, i got a picture thing that says tha "YEAR OF THE OX" and says things about tha people that were born in 1997 and what tha year will bring or something so here it is "THOSE BORN IN THE YEAR OF THE OX EMBODY PROSPERITY THROUGH FORTITUDE AND IDIVIDVAL HARD WORK. DEPENDABLE, CLAM, AND MODEST, THE OX IS UNSWERVING PATIENT, TIRELESS IN THEIR EFFORTS, AND POSSESSES AN INNATE ABILITY TO ACHIEVE GREAT THINGS. OX PEOPLE NEVER STRAY FROM THEIR CHOSEN PATH. MOST COMPATIVLE WITH: ROOSTER, RAT, SNAKE. LEAST COMPATIBLE WITH: SHEEP" That is what tha picture said. So there your go. And yes, i was born in 1997.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773535950882493897-2592602511532221061?l=alternativemuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/feeds/2592602511532221061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773535950882493897&amp;postID=2592602511532221061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/2592602511532221061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/2592602511532221061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/2009/05/year-of-tha-ox-1997.html' title='Year of tha OX! (1997)'/><author><name>Audrey, sweetie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15413338129861822777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SysWmxv1kTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_ryiB0Zf0FM/S220/Photo_00030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SiLy6GtVtnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/qnStDnlN1qY/s72-c/year-of-ox-2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773535950882493897.post-5571584645942452295</id><published>2009-05-16T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T13:59:39.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Banging" [sex]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SiLurNpt2sI/AAAAAAAAAGU/h4C9GYy_4-s/s1600-h/footsies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342094534181247682" style="WIDTH: 369px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SiLurNpt2sI/AAAAAAAAAGU/h4C9GYy_4-s/s400/footsies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sex is becoming a "popular" thing for teens for some reason that i don't know. But why? Why do you have to "bang" someone?? How come not save it for someone that you really love and that your MARRIED to? Anyway, there isn't really any point of banging anyone when you are a teenager. You should just really think about school, because if you fuck up now your life will be hell when you are grown up. And if you are not gonna stop banging well then at least use protection! Be SMART about what you do! As you can see you see a lot of teenagers with babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Do you think that they are having fun? I mean like they cant go with there friends and hang out. They have to stay home because they cant move much. So, if you now see it isn't fun having a baby at a young age. You have to deal with a lot of shiz. And if you don't have a good education you cant really get into a good job, and i learned if you don't even have a high school diploma you cant get into any job really. Which is bad. Even MORE if you have a baby. Oh yeah don't rely on those TV things when they are like call us now we will help you and stuff. IF YOU DO GOOD IN SCHOOL THA FREAKEN FIRST TIME YOU WOULDN'T HAVE TO CALL THEM! YOU WOULD HAVE TO GO BACK TO SCHOOL! SO, if you just want to have a happy life when you grow up or when growing up don't be a dumb ass when you are in school. You need certain things to get into a certain job. Um, i think i kinda got off track about tha sex things so. DON'T HAVE SEX! HAVE IT WHEN YOU ARE LIKE MARRIED! Btw, i haven't gone through any of this. Ive seen it....Not pretty. Oh yeah, if you are gonna do it without protection and you have a baby MAKE DAMN SURE YOU HAVE A GOOD FATHER THAT'S GONNA TAKE CARE OF THA BABY! AND NOT LEAVE YOUR ASS! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773535950882493897-5571584645942452295?l=alternativemuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/feeds/5571584645942452295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773535950882493897&amp;postID=5571584645942452295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/5571584645942452295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/5571584645942452295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/2009/05/banging-sex.html' title='&quot;Banging&quot; [sex]'/><author><name>Audrey, sweetie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15413338129861822777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SysWmxv1kTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_ryiB0Zf0FM/S220/Photo_00030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SiLurNpt2sI/AAAAAAAAAGU/h4C9GYy_4-s/s72-c/footsies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773535950882493897.post-966229129491680690</id><published>2009-05-10T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T11:29:14.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long,short. [Mostly for girls]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;WOW, I've noticed that alot of people are started to get short hair. I find that very awesome. Because with summer coming you don't want all you hair in your face. Even mah frans and I cut are hair short. Well at least some of us. ;p Hehe. But i must say right now mah hair isnt so awesome like others. It didn't turn out tha way i wanted it too. Hopefully by summer it will grow out. I'm sure it will, and when i get it cut again ill show tha lady what i want mah hair to look like. (: Ha last time i didn't have a picture to show. So i guess if you have a hairstyle in mind you might want to bring a picture. So it comes out tha way you want it to. XD Now long hair. I like long hair, and short but for somewhat reason long hair looks better on some people than short. But then after a while if you have short hair and it becomes long again for awhile people and yourself get used to it. Like meh I'm not used to having short hair also tha people around meh aren't used to seeing meh with long hair. LOL. Though i find it better to deal with than long hair. Anyway long hair and short hair are good to have on you head. But for meh i like long and short hair for different seasons. Like for winter fall long, Spring and summer short. It just works out better with tha weather. Hehe. -Gaby gave meh tha idea to blog about this so clap for Gaby! XD *Claps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SgcblC8R3PI/AAAAAAAAAGI/WOiT8mttuxo/s1600-h/j%3Bnm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334262606902451442" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SgcblC8R3PI/AAAAAAAAAGI/WOiT8mttuxo/s400/j%3Bnm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773535950882493897-966229129491680690?l=alternativemuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/feeds/966229129491680690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773535950882493897&amp;postID=966229129491680690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/966229129491680690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/966229129491680690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/2009/05/longshort-mostly-for-girls.html' title='Long,short. [Mostly for girls]'/><author><name>Audrey, sweetie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15413338129861822777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SysWmxv1kTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_ryiB0Zf0FM/S220/Photo_00030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SgcblC8R3PI/AAAAAAAAAGI/WOiT8mttuxo/s72-c/j%3Bnm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773535950882493897.post-7937795338099211050</id><published>2009-05-08T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T11:38:49.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;You cant trust everyone in tha world. Only &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt; few. Trust meh i know. I've learned that you can't trust everyone tha hard way. I thought i could trust some people at mah school, and it ended up that i couldn't. Like this one dude. He told people something i told him &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; to tell. I forgot what it was that i told him. But anyway when i told him &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;to tell he&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; TOLD&lt;/span&gt; anyway! I know i can;t trust him. But anyway be careful about tha people you choose to tell your secrets to. Cause once you tell them he/her they will tell everyone. If you don't pick tha right person. I'm not saying that you can't trust anyone. Yes there&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; ARE&lt;/span&gt; people you &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;CAN&lt;/span&gt; trust. I have a few. Though i don't have to name them they know who they are..Well, what I'm trying to say is watch out! Just don't tell anybody anything. Even most &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;BOYS&lt;/span&gt;. There are &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; of boys you cant trust and some you can. So if your planing to tell a boy something please make sure you and him are like best friends, or you guys are really close, because if you don't really know him well he might tell even if you tell him &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; to. Same goes with some girls. There are girls that you cant tell anything to, because they will just tell. But like boys and girls, some of them want to get into other peoples conversations and once they hear something that's very "juicy" &lt;em&gt;sw &lt;/em&gt;they will tell everyone they know. Even if they don't know who its about. So yeah. There is one personyoucan trust without being judged is GOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SgXIwEyI6UI/AAAAAAAAAGA/DHwm5ht7xVQ/s1600-h/trust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333890061933537602" style="WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SgXIwEyI6UI/AAAAAAAAAGA/DHwm5ht7xVQ/s400/trust.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773535950882493897-7937795338099211050?l=alternativemuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/feeds/7937795338099211050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773535950882493897&amp;postID=7937795338099211050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/7937795338099211050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/7937795338099211050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/2009/05/trust.html' title='Trust.'/><author><name>Audrey, sweetie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15413338129861822777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SysWmxv1kTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_ryiB0Zf0FM/S220/Photo_00030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SgXIwEyI6UI/AAAAAAAAAGA/DHwm5ht7xVQ/s72-c/trust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773535950882493897.post-8865444789927020484</id><published>2009-05-06T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T17:05:48.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SgIj--2yzdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/83kcHL2YmqE/s1600-h/insanestreetsign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332864473691770322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SgIj--2yzdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/83kcHL2YmqE/s400/insanestreetsign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Be who you are. Don't act like someone your not.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I know some people that aren't who they make&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;people think. Like this girl in mah class shes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;maybe what you may call smart. She is to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;meh at least. Well anyway last year she was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;teachers pet. A little suck up to all tha teachers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i guess maybe that's how she became teachers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;pet. But when tha teachers aren't in tha class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;room she goes insane!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; I really think she shouldn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;have coffee or alot of sweets in one day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyway tha other day she started &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;swinging her head back and forth.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sw&lt;/em&gt; then when tha teacher was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;out she started yelling for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;some reason. Which i have no idea why.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But all in all shes and okay person to be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;around... (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773535950882493897-8865444789927020484?l=alternativemuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/feeds/8865444789927020484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773535950882493897&amp;postID=8865444789927020484&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/8865444789927020484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/8865444789927020484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/2009/05/you.html' title='You.'/><author><name>Audrey, sweetie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15413338129861822777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SysWmxv1kTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_ryiB0Zf0FM/S220/Photo_00030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SgIj--2yzdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/83kcHL2YmqE/s72-c/insanestreetsign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773535950882493897.post-8052696094989525199</id><published>2009-05-06T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:23:12.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gah, i hate when some older people don't let you say what you think! [i think i said some of this in mah teachers post but this is somewhat different] Well I'm not gonna deal with it anymore. I'm tired of getting pushed around by people that are older than meh and not letting meh say what I have to say! Like today a teachers class walked into tha gym noisy when tha teacher went to go do some other things. And its MAH JOB AT SCHOOL to look after students when a grown up isn't around. So i did that and then she comes in and starts yelling at meh. I talked back to her i really don't give a fudge if she sends meh to tha principal. I told her that i was trying to help her out because her class was noisy and i was trying to make them be quiet and then she told meh to go to mah safety patrol spot. I walked away and rolled mah eyes i could feel her stare so i looked back. She tried to give meh tha "stare" which doesn't really scare meh. She looks like a RETARD WITH HER EYES STICKING OUT OF HER DAYUM HEAD! When i looked at her i told her to shut up walked away and didn't tell tha kids to be quiet or walk. I WANTED her to get MAD! Haha i got what i wanted she did. Well. Anyway what I'm trying to say make your voice be heard. Don't let all tha things bottle up inside you say what you want to say. But make sure its nothing REALLY BAD that will get you in BIG trouble just warning you, unless you want to but yeah just be careful still when you say what you think. Sometimes it can get you into trouble. But maybe to some of you its worth getting in trouble. Stick up for what you believe in don't let stupid people like a teacher put you down. Shes just trying to ruin your life because she/he doesn't have one probably. SO don't let people push you around. LET YOUR VOICE BE HEARD! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SgIabFtmYLI/AAAAAAAAAFg/95javvSHqj0/s1600-h/SpeakYourMind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332853961452314802" style="WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SgIabFtmYLI/AAAAAAAAAFg/95javvSHqj0/s400/SpeakYourMind.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773535950882493897-8052696094989525199?l=alternativemuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/feeds/8052696094989525199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773535950882493897&amp;postID=8052696094989525199&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/8052696094989525199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/8052696094989525199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/2009/05/speak.html' title='Speak.'/><author><name>Audrey, sweetie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15413338129861822777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SysWmxv1kTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_ryiB0Zf0FM/S220/Photo_00030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SgIabFtmYLI/AAAAAAAAAFg/95javvSHqj0/s72-c/SpeakYourMind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773535950882493897.post-7214072533207476739</id><published>2009-05-04T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:17:51.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Myspace.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ehh, to meh myspace isn't really tha "shiz" as it used to be. Before it was all over tha news now it isn't. Myspace isn't really big anymore. To meh i hardly even go on mine. Yeah sure once in a while but not 24/7. I think tha people who go on myspace 24/7  are probably addicted and new. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt; they are just on it because they are really bored. Well for meh before when i used to love myspace when i was bored i used to change mah background and shiz. Now i don't. I just go on blogger and write in mah blog. Anyway when myspace used to be "bad" i find that it really hasn't changed much. There are still stalkers out there and shiz and people talking to minors. Yeah its &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;STILL&lt;/span&gt; all going on. But people don't even think about it anymore so, alot of them think that it doesn't happen anymore but it does. Well yeah i don't really know what I'm writing in this one i just needed something to write about. So if this one was boring to read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773535950882493897-7214072533207476739?l=alternativemuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/feeds/7214072533207476739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773535950882493897&amp;postID=7214072533207476739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/7214072533207476739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/7214072533207476739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/2009/05/myspace.html' title='Myspace.'/><author><name>Audrey, sweetie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15413338129861822777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SysWmxv1kTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_ryiB0Zf0FM/S220/Photo_00030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773535950882493897.post-8030327390959640927</id><published>2009-04-30T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T18:49:43.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Them, me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SfpRCR2l27I/AAAAAAAAAFI/yK_B82hUy_M/s1600-h/shadow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330662208540367794" style="WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SfpRCR2l27I/AAAAAAAAAFI/yK_B82hUy_M/s400/shadow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Judging. Everyone does it, and its not a nice thing to do. Especially when you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; even know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt; person. We always judge people for what they look like from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt; outside. Like maybe they look like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt; most non caring person in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt; world but when you take a walk in there shoes you find out that they &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ARE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt; most caring person in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt; world. You never really know what goes on in other peoples life unless they tell you. And i bet if they tell you they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; want you to tell anyone. But anyway people get judged all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt; time. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt; sad thing is, is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt; person being judged is being judged for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt; wrong reason. Hey maybe even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt; person &lt;em&gt;you are&lt;/em&gt; judging probably &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; even judge people because maybe they know what it feels like to be judged. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not saying that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; judged someone before. Trust &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt; i have. But now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; trying to stop, because i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like being judged like when people say i look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;. They probably &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; even know who i am, what happens in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt; life. So they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt; reason why i look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt; way i look. [&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; or anything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt;.] When people look a certain way like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; a reason for that maybe something went wrong in their life. You never know. But you cant judge them because of what they look like it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; right. You gotta look deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773535950882493897-8030327390959640927?l=alternativemuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/feeds/8030327390959640927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773535950882493897&amp;postID=8030327390959640927&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/8030327390959640927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/8030327390959640927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/2009/04/them-me.html' title='Them, me.'/><author><name>Audrey, sweetie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15413338129861822777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SysWmxv1kTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_ryiB0Zf0FM/S220/Photo_00030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SfpRCR2l27I/AAAAAAAAAFI/yK_B82hUy_M/s72-c/shadow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773535950882493897.post-3333738944684224677</id><published>2009-04-30T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T18:04:52.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Etc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SfpFBCjggoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/gPPqWtthBeU/s1600-h/ghjj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330648993114391170" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SfpFBCjggoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/gPPqWtthBeU/s400/ghjj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gah, everyone is like wearing tha same type of shiz! Converse, skinny jeans, areo. Yeah. Well to meh its getting kind of annoying!! :/ Areo for one is played out. Some people are making Converse look retarted tha way they wear it! And Skinny jeans everyone has them! And let meh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;to you some do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;look right! Its blech on them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;*Ugly image* *Barfs*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway i think people should really get some new clothes or some shiz. I mean i have no problem with Areo Converse and skinny jeans its just that some people need new clothes cause they wear tha same thing like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;EVERYDAY!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Like this guys at mah school. One wears like tha same shirts. And tha other wears tha same pants! Ewuh much!? Yes ewuh! I mean i understand if you wear them twice a week but dayum a whole week that's wrong! But like for tha people that don't have a lot of clothes i understand. But those guys make them selves look like they have alot of money so shouldn't they at least have alot of pants?? I think they should. Now lets move onto Areo. Like&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;i swear everyone might have like at least 1 areo thing or at least wants one! I mean i was just like that wanting to go to areo all tha time. But then when i went to there store one day i went there their clothes didn't look "original"! And i didn't like that. I didn't buy anything i just walked out of tha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;store. Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; CONVERSE I HATE THA WAY SOME PEOPLE WEAR THEM!!!! THEY MAKE THEM LOOK SO STUPID!!!!!!!!! I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT! I MEAN&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;why cant they wear them just like normal shoes?!!?!?!? They have to wear stupid like.Try to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;STAND OUT!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:)....So yeah. Hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773535950882493897-3333738944684224677?l=alternativemuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/feeds/3333738944684224677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773535950882493897&amp;postID=3333738944684224677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/3333738944684224677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/3333738944684224677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/2009/04/etc.html' title='Etc.'/><author><name>Audrey, sweetie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15413338129861822777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SysWmxv1kTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_ryiB0Zf0FM/S220/Photo_00030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SfpFBCjggoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/gPPqWtthBeU/s72-c/ghjj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773535950882493897.post-4768142662023455290</id><published>2009-04-29T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:52:07.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stalkers. o.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tha weridest thing happened to meh at school today....This dude keeps following meh. [im not gonna say his name] Anyway tha dude is a &lt;strong&gt;freaken werido&lt;/strong&gt;. I really think he needs &lt;strong&gt;Meds to act&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;like a normal child. [got that from Fred]&lt;/strong&gt; ;pThat dude is &lt;strong&gt;insane &lt;/strong&gt;though he &lt;strong&gt;stalked &lt;/strong&gt;mah fran. &lt;em&gt;He found out where she moved her phone number and who her parents are. Where her old house was. Whoes her brother and sister etc&lt;/em&gt;. It went from "&lt;strong&gt;Dora" to "Socko" to "Pinky"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;to MEH!!&lt;/strong&gt; Hes&lt;strong&gt; stalked&lt;/strong&gt; or&lt;strong&gt; IS&lt;/strong&gt; stalking us. He even said&lt;strong&gt; Socko has a big butt!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perverted much?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Gosh that guy gives meh tha chills. Hes ewuh! Like i was going to go to tha endof tha line because he got to close to meh then hes gonna do back to tha end. Im like wtf?! Stupid stalker! But &lt;strong&gt;thankfully&lt;/strong&gt; to mah frans that were in tha front of tha line said i could cut them. &lt;strong&gt;*relief*&lt;/strong&gt; But tha scary thing was when i was going to tha end of tha line &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;he smiled at meh!&lt;/em&gt; EWUH! EWUH! EWUH! EWUH! EWUH! EWUH!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Oh yeah tha reason why we were in line was to get our work checked by tha teacher................... And then tha class went outside to do this Science thingy about wetlands. But when tha class was about to go inside &lt;strong&gt;he was trying to get by meh&lt;/strong&gt; and i started cutting everyone. I really didnt want to be by him.&lt;strong&gt; EWUH EWUH EWUH!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good thing i didnt end up by him or else i would go crazy!!! Weird thing is he said he used to be a stalker before at his old school and said it was fun....=_=!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/Sfju0YCFGgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/nYAFluuleHg/s1600-h/SPONGEBOB-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330272742564764162" style="WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/Sfju0YCFGgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/nYAFluuleHg/s400/SPONGEBOB-8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773535950882493897-4768142662023455290?l=alternativemuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/feeds/4768142662023455290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773535950882493897&amp;postID=4768142662023455290&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/4768142662023455290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/4768142662023455290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/2009/04/stalkers-o0.html' title='Stalkers. o.0'/><author><name>Audrey, sweetie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15413338129861822777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SysWmxv1kTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_ryiB0Zf0FM/S220/Photo_00030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/Sfju0YCFGgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/nYAFluuleHg/s72-c/SPONGEBOB-8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773535950882493897.post-75414633492908060</id><published>2009-04-29T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T16:19:56.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH EM GEE!!.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;You all may know that there is a flu out there called tha Swine Flu. It came from Mexico and was brought here to America. In Indiana they said a student has caught tha flu but is still going to school. Well anyway tha person that has stared tha Swine Flu is getting better, but just to be on tha safe side. I think when schools have recess before lunch they should wash there hands.Very good like mah teacher said sing tha ABC. Then by tha time you stop singing you washed your hand long enough to get tha bacteria off. Oh yeah if you don't know what swine means it means pig. Tha reason why its called tha swine flu is because it came from pigs though it doesn't bother them like it does to us. Farmers in Mexico probably got it from tha pigs and brought it here to America. So just to be on tha safe side. Wash you hands cover your sneezes coughs. etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773535950882493897-75414633492908060?l=alternativemuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/feeds/75414633492908060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773535950882493897&amp;postID=75414633492908060&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/75414633492908060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/75414633492908060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-em-gee.html' title='OH EM GEE!!.'/><author><name>Audrey, sweetie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15413338129861822777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SysWmxv1kTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_ryiB0Zf0FM/S220/Photo_00030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773535950882493897.post-8190932369218441642</id><published>2009-04-28T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T16:14:45.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SffKU3lRA3I/AAAAAAAAADY/Y7_AVWK1p9c/s1600-h/kuvg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329951143882720114" style="WIDTH: 387px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SffKU3lRA3I/AAAAAAAAADY/Y7_AVWK1p9c/s400/kuvg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gosh i &lt;strong&gt;hate &lt;/strong&gt;it when people say they &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; someone when they don't even know tha &lt;strong&gt;meaning &lt;/strong&gt;of love. Love isnt based on &lt;strong&gt;looks&lt;/strong&gt;. Its based on what tha person is on tha &lt;strong&gt;inside&lt;/strong&gt;. Not because you just got a new boyfriend or a new girlfriend doesn't mean you have to or you love them &lt;strong&gt;right&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;away&lt;/strong&gt;. Even with tha love at first sight. I don't think that is true because love at first sight is being based on &lt;strong&gt;looks.&lt;/strong&gt; Not what tha person is on tha inside. I'm not saying that you have to love everything single thing about tha person. I know that there will be &lt;strong&gt;flaws&lt;/strong&gt; to tha person but its tha flaws that you &lt;strong&gt;don't care&lt;/strong&gt; about not ones that will &lt;strong&gt;annoy tha hell out of you&lt;/strong&gt;. All you care about is that person. And you don't care what people think about you and that person. Also what i mean about not looking for tha person for what they look on tha outside i mean look with in them, get to know tha real them. Yes, there are a lot of people that don't like to stand out like to fade into tha background but you never know maybe those kind of people may look like tha most &lt;strong&gt;boring&lt;/strong&gt; person on tha world because you never see them doing anything &lt;strong&gt;interesting&lt;/strong&gt;, but when you get to know them tha real them they might be tha most &lt;strong&gt;coolio&lt;/strong&gt; person in tha world. You cant really ever &lt;strong&gt;judge &lt;/strong&gt;someone based on their looks because maybe they don't want people to know tha real them because they would get&lt;strong&gt; judged&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm sure you all have been &lt;strong&gt;scared&lt;/strong&gt; to show tha &lt;strong&gt;real you&lt;/strong&gt; at some point scared to show who you really are right?! I'm sure you have because even I have. Everyone has those days when they don't feel them they feel different or they just don't want to be noticed. Then there are people that have those days everyday. Maybe because they don't have any friends so try being there friends. &lt;strong&gt;And you never know maybe if you get to know tha real them you might actually learn to love that person.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SffLFUZPL2I/AAAAAAAAADo/QbzcPmX-2ww/s1600-h/jblcs.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773535950882493897-8190932369218441642?l=alternativemuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/feeds/8190932369218441642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773535950882493897&amp;postID=8190932369218441642&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/8190932369218441642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/8190932369218441642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/2009/04/love.html' title='Love.'/><author><name>Audrey, sweetie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15413338129861822777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SysWmxv1kTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_ryiB0Zf0FM/S220/Photo_00030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SffKU3lRA3I/AAAAAAAAADY/Y7_AVWK1p9c/s72-c/kuvg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773535950882493897.post-2253371750303807822</id><published>2009-04-28T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T14:48:31.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SO much WALKING&amp; RUNNING!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SfenFA7avDI/AAAAAAAAADI/QF9TO-cPtbY/s1600-h/France2006219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329912388606671922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SfenFA7avDI/AAAAAAAAADI/QF9TO-cPtbY/s400/France2006219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dudes, you should have saw how much i walked and ran it was like how many miles!? I walked to like to 3 different parks and went in 2 circles and went up and down [sw] from mah sisters work which is like 3 or something miles away from mah frans house 2 times! AND went to this girls house like 2 times! Gosh i was tired. Plus before i left i ate some food and drank soda really fast. By tha way i was with mah bestfrans. Jackie and Brenda. They are awesome anyway it was &lt;strong&gt;VERY &lt;/strong&gt;tiring.I jus wanted to lay down on tha ground for like 10 mins. Though i couldn't or else i would get ran over. Hehe. Anyway that day was fun tiring and crazy. Also when we went to one of these parks i got mah shoes dirty and they were &lt;strong&gt;NEW&lt;/strong&gt; and i got really sad. So when we went back to mah frans house i cleaned them. And tha worst thing was that mah best fran Jackie she got her shoes really dirty and it was all muddy. Ewuh. So we both cleaned our shoes. Aha we used alot of tissue. Anyway now they look okay. Doesn't have much of a newish look anymore but its still clean. Not as clean as before though. ;p {Frans=Friends}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773535950882493897-2253371750303807822?l=alternativemuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/feeds/2253371750303807822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773535950882493897&amp;postID=2253371750303807822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/2253371750303807822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/2253371750303807822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-much-walking-running.html' title='SO much WALKING&amp; RUNNING!!!'/><author><name>Audrey, sweetie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15413338129861822777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SysWmxv1kTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_ryiB0Zf0FM/S220/Photo_00030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SfenFA7avDI/AAAAAAAAADI/QF9TO-cPtbY/s72-c/France2006219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773535950882493897.post-6164634835279819584</id><published>2009-04-28T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T16:20:39.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Band Geek much?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SffMifV3FMI/AAAAAAAAADw/m_ri1sO9yV0/s1600-h/eahop.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329953576917079234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SffMifV3FMI/AAAAAAAAADw/m_ri1sO9yV0/s400/eahop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ahah, guess what!....I'm in band if you didn't know and i love it! Yeah i hate waking up early in tha morning but its &lt;strong&gt;worth&lt;/strong&gt; hearing tha music. Tha music makes meh happy! :) I play tha flute. I don't suck I'm happy to say. Mah band teachers say I'm very good. :D *thank you* Umm, Hm i like to sit in tha first seat or tha very last. Though i find tha&lt;strong&gt; first&lt;/strong&gt; seat better. So i don't get hit by someones flute. But then i also find tha&lt;strong&gt; last&lt;/strong&gt; seat also good because i don't have to hit anyone with mah flute. Lol. I think i like tha way tha percussion sounds with tha band. It makes meh smile though i try to hide it so that no one thinks I'm retarted for smiling. AHA. Also i kinda dont like that you cant hear tha flutes but then like it at tha same time because if we tha flute section messes up you can really hear us over tha other band members. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SfehycE1AiI/AAAAAAAAACg/x9v1Pq4qz9k/s1600-h/eahop.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773535950882493897-6164634835279819584?l=alternativemuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/feeds/6164634835279819584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773535950882493897&amp;postID=6164634835279819584&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/6164634835279819584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/6164634835279819584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/2009/04/band-geek-much.html' title='Band Geek much?!'/><author><name>Audrey, sweetie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15413338129861822777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SysWmxv1kTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_ryiB0Zf0FM/S220/Photo_00030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SffMifV3FMI/AAAAAAAAADw/m_ri1sO9yV0/s72-c/eahop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773535950882493897.post-7045305014868746945</id><published>2009-04-27T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T18:29:41.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers. etc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/Sfecrewi0xI/AAAAAAAAACY/FrImOhf_zxM/s1600-h/P1010104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329900954821251858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/Sfecrewi0xI/AAAAAAAAACY/FrImOhf_zxM/s400/P1010104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Teachers can get very annoying during school hours, and i mean &lt;strong&gt;VERY&lt;/strong&gt;! Its like you want to rip their head off!.....Its like you walk into school kinda happy then boom annoyed or sad because of some stupid teacher!...... You know when teachers tell you to be quiet and then you do then they start talking?! Well i hate when they do that! Like how do you tell students to be quiet and then talk yourself. I mean wouldn't you think tha rules apply to them also!? I would i mean they enforce tha rules. But yet some of them don't follow them. Unless they come across tha principal. Of course they would try to act all good to keep their job. Gah. Also like when they tell you to stop talking about other students because that isn't right and then they go talking about other teachers. I mean like wtf!? How do you tell students to &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; do something then go &lt;strong&gt;doing&lt;/strong&gt; it yourself?! Well to meh i find that kinda &lt;strong&gt;stupid&lt;/strong&gt;! Actually &lt;strong&gt;VERY &lt;/strong&gt;stupid. I think teachers like those &lt;strong&gt;shouldn't&lt;/strong&gt; work at tha school. I mean like really how do you teach students something that you&lt;strong&gt; don't&lt;/strong&gt; even do! I mean aren't we tha students supposed to follow what they do. I mean that's what they want right?? I think so...And then they tell you that you are a role model for tha younger students and that we should do good things. I mean i know that and i understand little kids would follow what we do but i mean who are we supposed to look up to. During school hours!? No one!? Like i said wouldn't they want us to follow what they do!? If you compare tha teachers and tha students together you dont really see a difference we are &lt;strong&gt;almost&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;alike! &lt;/strong&gt;Though they dont look at it that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Another thing that makes meh mad is when a teacher assumes that you are doing something and they don't even know tha whole story and when you start to explain they get mad. I mean don't you think we have a right to say something of what they think!? Say &lt;strong&gt;OUR&lt;/strong&gt; side of tha story!? I mean yeah we are much younger than them, but it still doesn't give them a right to do things like that. I mean like during Social Studies they taught or are teaching you about free will. Well i mean i think if we learn about that we should have it right. I know we do but in school its like we don't. I find that retarted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers&lt;br /&gt;Etc&lt;br /&gt;That&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How&lt;br /&gt;To&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Act&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773535950882493897-7045305014868746945?l=alternativemuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/feeds/7045305014868746945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773535950882493897&amp;postID=7045305014868746945&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/7045305014868746945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/7045305014868746945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/2009/04/teachers-etc.html' title='Teachers. etc.'/><author><name>Audrey, sweetie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15413338129861822777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SysWmxv1kTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_ryiB0Zf0FM/S220/Photo_00030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/Sfecrewi0xI/AAAAAAAAACY/FrImOhf_zxM/s72-c/P1010104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773535950882493897.post-8493877452554575618</id><published>2009-04-27T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T17:42:52.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Ayee thurr matees. Umm, i want to make a shout out to mah cousin "Annie" for inspiring me. Also showing meh this site. ;p By tha way i &lt;strong&gt;love &lt;/strong&gt;your blog. Its awesome, and i want to make a shout out also to tha people that annoy tha crap out of meh. If it wasn't for you i wouldn't have anything to talk about. Rofl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773535950882493897-8493877452554575618?l=alternativemuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/feeds/8493877452554575618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773535950882493897&amp;postID=8493877452554575618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/8493877452554575618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773535950882493897/posts/default/8493877452554575618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternativemuch.blogspot.com/2009/04/shout-out.html' title='Shout out!'/><author><name>Audrey, sweetie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15413338129861822777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gymVKZp1Mig/SysWmxv1kTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_ryiB0Zf0FM/S220/Photo_00030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
