<?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-6362034118580874032</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:51:59.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peachy Confessionals</title><subtitle type='html'>Too Many Thoughts Inside To Keep Bottled Up</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-4624597202508704294</id><published>2012-01-07T02:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T02:16:50.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Will this year be the year of redemption, where all the crappy moments from 2011 are made up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I somehow doubt this. &amp;nbsp;What's probably going to happen is even more sheeeeeeeyit. &amp;nbsp;Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I don't do resolutions. &amp;nbsp;Mostly because I can't ever keep them, and because I always forget about them. &amp;nbsp;So why bother?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So I got a new keyboard. &amp;nbsp;Aw yeah! &amp;nbsp;And a new mouse. &amp;nbsp;Je suis le happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm suddenly obsessed with nail polish. &amp;nbsp;I got two from my poopy workplace, and three from Walmart. I especially like this scented nail polish I bought. &amp;nbsp;One smells like, "ocean breeze", while the other one is "coral&amp;nbsp;papaya". Om nom so nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I understand why Walmart is so popular. &amp;nbsp;It's because everything is there, and it's always one sale!!!! &amp;nbsp;I must look for items there before I decided to buy them from certain other places that are overly priced. &amp;nbsp;Grr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm attempting to save up. &amp;nbsp;For the Washington trip, and also for ... the ultimate materialistic item (well not really, but in my case it will be)... Ugg boots. &amp;nbsp;Not the&amp;nbsp;moccasin&amp;nbsp;kind, the sweater boot kind, with the pretty warm looking wool. &amp;nbsp;I pine for it (although I've never actually had a pair before or had it taken away). &amp;nbsp;Why do I want a pair so badly? &amp;nbsp;I don't know. &amp;nbsp;I just do, and that's stopped me before, but not now! I'll get them somehow. (No I don't plan on stealing a pair, because that's somewhat impossible).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm pretty sure T.O.O. wants me. &amp;nbsp;Hahahhahahhahahahhahahhahahhahah. Juuuust kidding. &amp;nbsp;I wish. &amp;nbsp;Our first form of communication was over that certain f-book thing, and consisted of, "Have we met?"....&amp;nbsp;I'm a little&amp;nbsp;embarrassed&amp;nbsp;to say that I died a little inside. &amp;nbsp;Not from happiness, but from being so mortified. &amp;nbsp;I just added him because I don't see him at badminton anymore, so I thought. "Why not, it's not like he'll accept for another 9 months". &amp;nbsp;Then the next time I log on, hes accepted the friend request and messaged me. &amp;nbsp;I'm sooooooooooo mortified. &amp;nbsp;My pride. &amp;nbsp;My ego. &amp;nbsp;My dignity. &amp;nbsp;GONE. &amp;nbsp;Am I really that forgettable? &amp;nbsp;Really? &amp;nbsp;Maybe I should be an annoying talkative prick and won't be forgotten. &amp;nbsp;Haha just kidding I'm not&lt;i&gt; her&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;No offense of course. &amp;nbsp;I just feel like bitching at someone. &amp;nbsp;Maybe he said that to start conversation? &amp;nbsp;I mean, he has like 900+ friend... &amp;nbsp;PLEASE LET THAT BE TRUE, AND RESPOND TO MY IDIOTIC REPLY. &amp;nbsp;I won't even say what that is, it&amp;nbsp;humiliates&amp;nbsp;me to think about it. &amp;nbsp;Positive thoughts. &amp;nbsp;Prom. &amp;nbsp;Hes going to take me to his prom. &amp;nbsp;Yeah right. (I wish)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I keep saying that I'm going to get a haircut and I still manage not to. &amp;nbsp;I really need a trim at least now. &amp;nbsp;Goodness gracious great balls of fur. &amp;nbsp;I don't know where that expression came from. Ignore it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Good Night, Sleep Tight, Eat Right, and don't become obese!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Love,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Monica - Version 2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-4624597202508704294?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/4624597202508704294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=4624597202508704294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/4624597202508704294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/4624597202508704294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-6599011187394615339</id><published>2011-12-08T00:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T00:01:36.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoroughly Pissed Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Things that PISS ME OFF:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;1. School. &amp;nbsp;Why did I not change my semester so that everything was balanced? &amp;nbsp;Why the effing hell not? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;2. This GD internet connection that sucks monkey&amp;nbsp;excrement. &amp;nbsp;Stop disconnecting every fracking fricking flacking five minutes. &amp;nbsp;Why aren't you working faster? (I'm containing so much rage right now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;3. Work. &amp;nbsp;Why must you schedule me such annoying shifts, that are completely &lt;b&gt;shitty&lt;/b&gt; and no one else wants? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;4. Biology. &amp;nbsp;GRR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;5. Not getting a lot of sleep. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;MONICA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-6599011187394615339?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/6599011187394615339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=6599011187394615339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/6599011187394615339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/6599011187394615339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2011/12/thoroughly-pissed-off.html' title='Thoroughly Pissed Off'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-5289113336659073852</id><published>2011-11-19T22:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T15:38:40.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Realized...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Again, that I am:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- a chapstick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- floss&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;cardigan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- gum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Loving junkie. &amp;nbsp;Why must I buy more chapstick when I already have like ... 10, or so. &amp;nbsp;I don't know, maybe because I don't want to run out of chapstick... and also because it makes my lips oh so soft and wonderful. &amp;nbsp;Not that it really matters to anyone (I'm assuming), I just like it when my lips aren't dry because it hurts. &amp;nbsp;Really it does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Today at work this creepy old guy didn't understand what I said, so I repeated it and he was like, "I need to watch the beautiful young girls like you." &amp;nbsp;My internal reaction, " D: ". &amp;nbsp;My thoughts, "Oh my goodness pedophile alert, help Buddha, Lord whoever can save me from rape". &amp;nbsp;The reality, "*Monica is silent*" I was not violated in any sort of way, and thankfully he left. &amp;nbsp;Why does this happen to me? &amp;nbsp;Old people shouldn't try to communicate in a joking manner to younger people (like moi). &amp;nbsp;I was thoroughly uncomfortable. &amp;nbsp;Wow I really hate eight hours shifts. &amp;nbsp;Weird crud like that is bound to occur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Why does Google keep advertising stuff I look up on the internet? &amp;nbsp;Like material items I plan to purchase? How do I stop this madness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In regards to something else, your blog was not really that hard to find... I don't even remember how I came across it, and after reading that one post, what did you expect? &amp;nbsp;Obviously I wouldn't be happy about your sudden abandonment, and absence. &amp;nbsp;I was just there huh? &amp;nbsp;I didn't help you out through your rough times I wasn't even aware of? &amp;nbsp;Maybe it's because you were never there, and were always with a certain someone and purposely avoided us. &amp;nbsp;If you didn't want to talk to your other, "ex bestfriend" then why not try to get me alone a tell me about your problems? &amp;nbsp;I would've tried to help, but I was unaware of anything because you spent all your time with other people. &amp;nbsp;I really regret taking you for granted and assuming you'd always be there for me. &amp;nbsp;That's completely false. &amp;nbsp;I wrote those things at the time because I was so angry and confused. &amp;nbsp;If someone were to do the same thing to you, and suddenly stop talking to you, how would you feel? &amp;nbsp;You were my bestfriend, and I honestly thought you were one of the best people I'd ever known, but after ditching me, my feelings changed drastically. &amp;nbsp;You didn't even care, even when I tried harder to bring you back. &amp;nbsp;You completely disregarded me, and I hated that. &amp;nbsp;I don't really hate you as much, but you thoroughly annoy me now. &amp;nbsp;Don't try to discuss this with me in school, or bring cookies because it's not going to solve anything. &amp;nbsp;I wonder when you're even going to see this... &amp;nbsp;Doesn't matter, and neither do you really, anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-5289113336659073852?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/5289113336659073852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=5289113336659073852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/5289113336659073852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/5289113336659073852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-realized.html' title='I Realized...'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-4350753908639354120</id><published>2011-11-18T15:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T22:25:20.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Unimportant Update of My Life &amp; Other Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I realized that I really like post-apocalyptic action romance novels... wtf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I wear way too much grey and black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Drake is part of everything now. &amp;nbsp;I must attend a concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm an awkward turtle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;My hair is really long, like really really long. Holy pewp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I have a new cousin!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I no longer fear work. &amp;nbsp;I just don't look forward to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I spend way too much money whenever I go shopping... which is actually a lot more than before oddly enough (but it's not really that odd).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I realized that I like this font much better than the one I usually use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I was doing my nails this morning and was using sparkles to put on a nail when it got all over my face when I was trying to blow it off... &amp;nbsp;idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sims 3 is not as awesome as Sims 2 because they're not as beautiful. &amp;nbsp;Maybe someone should mod some skin! &amp;nbsp;That'd be pretty awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I attempted to make a Sims 2 video for an extra marks creative piece assignment for English class, but I'm not really that skilled in that area so I wrote a poem instead. &amp;nbsp;I think my teacher liked it because she asked to keep it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I hate when I'm skipping up the stairs and my toe touches a stair and I think I'm going to die.... how terrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I want sushi. &amp;nbsp;My mother made some yesterday but I ate the rest of it this morning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I dislike school a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Love and CAKE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-4350753908639354120?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/4350753908639354120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=4350753908639354120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/4350753908639354120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/4350753908639354120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2011/11/unimportant-update-of-my-life-other.html' title='An Unimportant Update of My Life &amp; Other Randomness'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-3100013667469735234</id><published>2011-10-12T23:52:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T23:52:51.558-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That Thing Called Attraction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Why does it seem like whenever someone initially likes me, they never show signs of it?&lt;br /&gt;Or it's the complete opposite, and they could try being a little less obvious?&lt;br /&gt;The only reason I know sometimes is because their friends happen to tell me. &lt;br /&gt;Then I'm&amp;nbsp;embarrassed, and slightly flattered.&lt;br /&gt;Or or or, they don't like me at all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Let's theorize that a person likes me. &amp;nbsp;Why can't this person just make conversation with me, and try to be friends or something? &amp;nbsp;Why don't they show pretty obvious signs of liking me, instead of randomly staring at me whenever they think I'm not looking???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I too scary or something? &amp;nbsp;I smile, but sometimes when I'm feeling happy I forget to convey the emotion to my face.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Am I being sexist too? &amp;nbsp;Is this some kind of really old female instinct thing that a male must approach me in order for me to feel interest, or know of their interest? &amp;nbsp;I must be strong. &amp;nbsp;Empower the strong women that I am! &amp;nbsp;Or something, I don't know. &amp;nbsp;I'm kind of shy sometimes though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Attraction is annoying. &amp;nbsp;The only kind of attraction that seems useful is in magnets, and sometimes they don't even work well because the attraction decreases if something thick is in the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this just proves that life sucks and that I'm not going to ever get married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;RANDOM QUESTION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Do people tend to treat you better if you're more attractive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Are people actually looking at me, or am I just imagining it?&lt;br /&gt;Why won't the pedo with the ugly smile stop pedosmiling at me?&lt;br /&gt;Why wasn't T.O.O. at badminton this week?&lt;br /&gt;Can my work please stop scheduling me to work 8 hour shifts?&lt;br /&gt;How did BA manage to obtain a 96% average in this grade? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT GOODNIGHT,&lt;br /&gt;LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;LIKE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;TOLERATE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-3100013667469735234?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/3100013667469735234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=3100013667469735234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/3100013667469735234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/3100013667469735234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2011/10/that-thing-called-attraction.html' title='That Thing Called Attraction'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-1181178342649952499</id><published>2011-10-09T11:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T11:59:53.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Monotony of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My life shouldn't be considered monotonous at this age, right? &amp;nbsp;Well considering I have the hardest freaking semester, and I work on the weekends when I really should be sleeping in... it's monotonous. &amp;nbsp;I'm pretty busy with a lot stuff... &amp;nbsp;and it sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Luckily, my PC works again and so I bought Sims 3! Hehehe I'm such a geek. &amp;nbsp;But it's pretty cool, although not as awesome as all the advertisements make it seem. &amp;nbsp;It's hard building relationships when I can barely see the meter, or like what their relationship has&amp;nbsp;manifested&amp;nbsp;to... &amp;nbsp;I can't make affairs as easily!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I hate physics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Robopocalypse is the best and creepiest book ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I loved it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Physics will be the death of my average.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This grade is a ton harder than the last grade. Holy freaking crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I need to step it up. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I dislike physics so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I wish that it wouldn't take so long for the library to get me the books I want to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I wish I had time to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I hope I didn't fail those three tests I had in one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I spend way too much money on shopping and unnecessary things. &amp;nbsp;Like beautiful and bamf shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I want to get perfume, because I want to smell nice and be happy&amp;nbsp;every time&amp;nbsp;I smell it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I still want to get those beautiful badminton shoes. &amp;nbsp;And a new racket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I want to save for an ipad, but that will take a while, and the temptation to spend and the shopping bliss I get is so ... hard to resist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I think that if I got a nail buffer my nails would look quite stunning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm getting that nail buffer the next time I go to the mall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Jeans from Hollister are really comfortable, and so so soft. &amp;nbsp;I'm getting a few more pairs, then switching to something less attainable if more expensive. &amp;nbsp;Everyone has them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My split ends are getting really gross. &amp;nbsp;I need a haircut!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;If someone likes me, why can't they just show signs of it, like talking to me more or something instead of randomly staring at me? &amp;nbsp;It makes me uncomfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This computer requires a new mouse and keyboard, because both freaking suck, to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Random thoughts from a not so random anymore person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I’ll follow you for any cause&lt;br /&gt;I’ll fight for you in any war&lt;br /&gt;And all to say that I am yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Lyrics from the song, "Be the One" by Jack Penate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I Must Eat BreakFAST! &amp;nbsp;Actually LUNCH,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-1181178342649952499?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/1181178342649952499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=1181178342649952499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/1181178342649952499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/1181178342649952499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2011/10/monotony-of-life.html' title='The Monotony of Life'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-764614008368896243</id><published>2011-09-17T22:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T22:14:53.001-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Question Confession Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No deleting questions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;There's a probability that I will...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think your good enough for the person you like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I don't know them enough to think about whether or not I'm good enough for them, but since I am incredibly arrogant sometimes, yes. &amp;nbsp;Yes I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever found someone you really really really liked?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Oui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever liked someone who all your friends hate?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;No. I hate all equally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever been called beautiful?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;At the most random times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The last time you felt honestly broken?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;About a month ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you afraid of losing the last person you talked to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nope!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is there someone that makes you happy every time you see them?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;T.O.O. &amp;nbsp;lol. &amp;nbsp;I'm a geek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Has the person you like seen you with no make-up and hair a mess?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Yes, because I can't wear make up. My skin is too sensitive. &amp;nbsp;And yes again for my hair, because it's always at a certain extracurricular event that makes my hair a mess sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is there a person you hate more then anything?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Yes, they know who they are. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you missing anyone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A little, but they don't really exist anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever felt replaced?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you trust your best friend with your life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Oui oui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you honestly say you know a very cute guy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; of many very cute guys :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Has anyone said anything cute to you recently?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Happy Birthday Monica, I love you. &amp;nbsp;Love Dad." Technically through text, but it was so sweet, and so surprising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is "because i was drunk" a good enough reason for you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Never ever ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What made you really happy today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Finally finishing working, then eating something. &amp;nbsp;lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did yesterday have any significance to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Opposite of yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you ever donate blood?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sure, when I'm older. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your bestfriend ever walk in on you having sex with the last person you kissed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;LOL, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Has anyone ever called you perfect before?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Yeah, but they don't know me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Is there a member of the opposite sex on your mind right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Now that I'm reminded, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think relationships are hard?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I've never actually&lt;i&gt; been&lt;/i&gt; in one... but yes they seem really time consuming and complicated. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever made a guy cry?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;LOL yeah, in the second grade, because I was being mean to him since he didn't do something right. &amp;nbsp;A big fat tear plopped down on the paper after too, and the teacher just told him to stop crying. &amp;nbsp;I was such a bully...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Has a boy/girl ever called you babe or baby?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Uh... no, I don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you were in a relationship for 1 year and your boy/girlfriend cheated on you what would you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;If this were to actually happen, I would probably cry, then dump them. &amp;nbsp;"I dump thou, you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;heinous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;swine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever taken someone back after they've cheated?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;NO RELATIONSHIPS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever been in an on-and-off relationship?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;NOOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you date someone 8 years older than you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;MAYBE (CRISTIANO RONALDO, SIDNEY CROSBY, MATT GORDON... MR SEXY [LOL], SEAN O'PRY [I think he might be homo though :(] ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you disappointed in anyone right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the FIRST time you ever saw the person you like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Last Tuesday, and if I'm thinking of the other one that I semi ish almost like, then Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you nice to everyone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Haha. Not at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When did you last receive a text message?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Last Monday. &amp;nbsp;On my Birthday from my cousin actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does it bother you when your friends bring up your past mistakes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It makes me uncomfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name something great that happened today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I finally got done work, then ate. &amp;nbsp;Yummy, yummy, in my tummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Has anyone of the opposite sex told you they missed you lately?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I don't think they've ever really told me that... well... yeah no they haven't. &amp;nbsp;But that's okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you done something stupid to get a guy's/girl's attention?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I said something stupid on accident that was meant to tease them, but they just ended up making fun of me instead. &amp;nbsp;What a confusing situation. &amp;nbsp;It also infuriated me because it was supposed to insult them at the same time, but they're too stupid to get it. &amp;nbsp;Grr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you do if you found out the person you like was in a relationship?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'd be really sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you feel about the word love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;People use it too loosely.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hows your heart?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Making my hand pulsate. &amp;nbsp;I don't know why it hurts right now :( .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you hide how you feel?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;All the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Okay wasn't that a nice confessoin, random question time thing?&lt;br /&gt;Oui, oui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Guten Night and Guten Bye!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Monica&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/6362034118580874032-764614008368896243?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/764614008368896243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=764614008368896243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/764614008368896243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/764614008368896243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2011/09/random-question-confession-time.html' title='Random Question Confession Time'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-7896472803358949693</id><published>2011-09-04T18:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T18:57:56.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;There are many reasons why I am feeling sad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;1. School is starting in two days. &amp;nbsp;Although I am somewhat looking forward to it, I don't feel like going back yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;2. I have yet to purchase new things for myself to go back to school. &amp;nbsp;Well actually I've bought a few, but that doesn't count. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;3. I want my VEST for WORK. &amp;nbsp;I look like such a n00b. &amp;nbsp;Seriously. &amp;nbsp;It's so easy to tell who's new and it makes me feel ... noticeable. &amp;nbsp;I want to blend in and anonymous. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;4. &amp;nbsp;My birthday is coming up, and I've yet to receive that one thing I kind of want but haven't gotten yet. &amp;nbsp;Typical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;5. My desktop still doesn't work and I want to use it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;6. I miss going on Sims. &amp;nbsp;I really don't know how I've survived this long without it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm just so bored. &amp;nbsp;There's never anything to do, and I do not want to do the dishes (my mother's suggestion). &amp;nbsp;I hope during this school year I can raise my average to 96% (because I'm a complete nerd) so that scholarships will come by easier for graduation in a couple years. &amp;nbsp;Also, that's be pretty cool. &amp;nbsp;I'd be &lt;i&gt;beyond&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Gross, I just looked out the window and saw my annoying&amp;nbsp;neighbor's&amp;nbsp;odd father. &amp;nbsp;He's wearing these weird shorts and I am now going to the window to close the blinds, which I know I should've done before. &amp;nbsp;I hate when the window's open and everyone can just LOOK into the house. &amp;nbsp;It makes me a bit paranoid actually. &amp;nbsp;When I was closing the window I was kind of worried that he would see me closing the blinds, because then I'd have felt a bit rude. Whatever, now no one can see me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I have headbands. &amp;nbsp;I love headbands, although I didn't use to wear them that often. &amp;nbsp;Either way, they give me a sense of euphoria, kind of like how cats get with catnip. &amp;nbsp;I looked that up today actually, because I was watching Shrek 2, and while Puss in Boots was getting arrested, they took the catnip away from him and called him a catnip dealer. &amp;nbsp;I was like ... "???" &amp;nbsp;Then I got it. &amp;nbsp;It's a kitteh drug. &amp;nbsp;Coooooool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Random thought:&lt;br /&gt;That sad moment when your mom's home but you're still hungry. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;That's me right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;:(,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-7896472803358949693?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/7896472803358949693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=7896472803358949693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/7896472803358949693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/7896472803358949693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-533898877919788565</id><published>2011-08-20T21:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T21:41:33.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness Flows Through My Veins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It upsets me that most of my wardrobe consists of stripes, and the colour grey. &amp;nbsp;This is so immensely annoying, but I am trying to be mature and contain my rage but not typing in all caps like I normally would. &amp;nbsp;Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What also upsets be is that every time I type out colour the&amp;nbsp;Canadian&amp;nbsp;way it says I'm spelling it wrong. It's not wrong, it's Canadian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling kind of depressed right now because there's nothing to eat, and my mom's not home to make me anything. &amp;nbsp;That's so stereotypical. &amp;nbsp;Why must I continue relying on my mother to keep me fed? &amp;nbsp;I need to stop this. &amp;nbsp;But seriously, my stomach deserves some well earned food after 8 and a half hours of freaking work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it shallow that I'm excited to make money only so that I can buy a bunch of stuff for myself? &amp;nbsp;Like&amp;nbsp;unnecessary&amp;nbsp;but pretty expensive-ish stuff? &amp;nbsp;I know parents and people talk about how hard work is and what it actually takes to make money, but I don't really feel it yet. &amp;nbsp;I'm happy with the way my bank account of steadily rising from le zero to more moolah for moi. &amp;nbsp;I think I feel this way because last summer, I tried doing stuff (but didn't actually get a job) to make money, and only made 90 dollars in two months, so I'm happy with this 80 ish dollars in eight hours. &amp;nbsp;I am content.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm brooding again. &amp;nbsp;It's funny how my mood shifts with my stomach. &amp;nbsp;Hurry up mother, I'm starving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I dislike when I walk and people of the opposite gender look at me?? &amp;nbsp;I really can't tell if they're look at me, something else, or... I don't know! &amp;nbsp;Why are you looking at me and making me feel uncomfortable? &amp;nbsp;When can I get my uniform? &amp;nbsp;I need to stop looking like a n00b and start looking bau5. &amp;nbsp;Maybe I'm just self&amp;nbsp;conscious. &amp;nbsp;Well that, or they're really actually looking at me. &amp;nbsp;See the thing is, sometimes I feel really ugly, then look in the mirror and think, "Oh I'm not that ugly", or it's the opposite. &amp;nbsp;I feel almost nice looking, then look in the mirror and recoil at my hideousness. &amp;nbsp;Are all mirrors and reflective surfaces out to get me? &amp;nbsp;Or maybe I am that deformed looking? &amp;nbsp;I don't know, I want to eat something with substance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My mammy isn't home yet. &amp;nbsp;I am the sadness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sammiches and shopping sprees forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-533898877919788565?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/533898877919788565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=533898877919788565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/533898877919788565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/533898877919788565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2011/08/randomness-flows-through-my-veins.html' title='Randomness Flows Through My Veins'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-1953394998093375130</id><published>2011-08-15T19:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T19:13:12.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quick Rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Annie the movie sucks. &amp;nbsp;Even though it was part of my childhood and I used to like it a lot and sing it all the time, I've come to realize that Annie is actually a manipulative little red headed munchkin that's just intent on getting what she wants and guilting people by making herself seem pathetic, poor and unwanted. She's not a very good role model, now is she???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Goodbye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-1953394998093375130?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/1953394998093375130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=1953394998093375130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/1953394998093375130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/1953394998093375130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2011/08/quick-rant.html' title='A Quick Rant'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-9127215834898765271</id><published>2011-08-05T14:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T14:51:25.147-04:00</updated><title type='text'>List of Wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The majority of these are completely illogical and won't happen, but if they somehow managed to then I'd blog everyday. &amp;nbsp;Jokes, but seriously, I'd be the happiest girl in the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I would like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- A chocolate frog (HP) I don't know why, but they sound so scrump-de-le-umptious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- A cloak (Also from HP) It looks so warm... and wizardly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- A squirtle... &amp;nbsp;OMG my favourite POKEMON. &amp;nbsp;It's so cute...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- That adorable puppy dog thing with the short legs and furry widdle face. &amp;nbsp;I wish I knew what kind of dog it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- To grow about five more inches... so unlikely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- To win the lottery. &amp;nbsp;Typical human thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- To get a signed jersey by Cristiano Ronaldo, and Sidney Crosby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- To marry Chris Hemsworth.&lt;br /&gt;- For all centipedes, gnats, ants, spiders, and other disgusting insects to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- For Jersey Shore to end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- For Heath Ledger, Michael Jackson and Ghandi to somehow be revived...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... &amp;nbsp;That's about it for now since I cannot think of anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Guten Bye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-9127215834898765271?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/9127215834898765271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=9127215834898765271' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/9127215834898765271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/9127215834898765271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2011/08/list-of-wishes.html' title='List of Wishes'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-3814616209204158321</id><published>2011-08-01T14:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T14:56:28.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life During the Summertime</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It consists mainly of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Youtube.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;That video website thing that seems to keep me occupied for most of the time. &amp;nbsp;I used to bore of it really easily, but now I find that most of my time is spent watching useless and mostly funny videos about nothing. &amp;nbsp;Why? &amp;nbsp;Why? Why? &amp;nbsp;People I'm subscribed to are (It's a pretty long list): &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;TheFineBros, SuperMac18, Epicmealtime (because the process of making food is actually really really interesting... I don't know why. &amp;nbsp;I also like bacon. Mmm), NationalGeographic, KevJumba, Nigahiga, NDtitanlady, Wongfuproductions, RayWilliamJohnson, Sxephil, DavidSoComedy, Schmohoyo, JennaMarbles, Happyslip, PoreoticsHD, FueledByRamen, Bubzbeauty, MichellePhan, various Sims Machinima creators, Luanlegacy, songstowearpantsto, gunnarolla, KassemG, wafflepwn, and a ton more that I really don't want to go through and list on this dumb blog that I know at leat one person reads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;NinjaKiwi.com &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I play Bloons Tower Defence UPDATE 4, because I'm addicted to it. &amp;nbsp;I have the craving to make monkeys pop bloons and destroy MOABS. It's somewhat fun, the monkeys are cute, and it's mind numbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Listverse or Cracked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I like lists, and I like random information that doesn't have anything to do with my life. &amp;nbsp;Most of the time I'm reading stuff about medical abnormalities, or really creepy stuff that sort of scares me. &amp;nbsp;I kind of feel paranoid. &amp;nbsp;I hope that one day I don't end up with like... actually I can't really remember the names, but I don't want any of them! &amp;nbsp;I don't want to become a Stepford wife!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The County Library Website...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I need books. &amp;nbsp;I read them a lot. &amp;nbsp;I put them on hold so that I don't have to actually go to the library and pick some up, unless I'm really desperate. &amp;nbsp;I'm such a geek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What I would be doing if I wasn't on my father's laptop and if my stupid desktop was working:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sims 2... oh how I miss it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Adding pictures to my collection... of pictures that I like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Yep, that's it. &amp;nbsp;Isn't my life GRAND?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Just kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Au Revoir,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-3814616209204158321?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/3814616209204158321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=3814616209204158321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/3814616209204158321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/3814616209204158321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-life-during-summertime.html' title='My Life During the Summertime'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-2024745959087586874</id><published>2011-07-20T14:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T14:06:43.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is my Parent's Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Prior to checking the date today, I completely forgot... Silly me. &amp;nbsp;I don't think they're going to really do anything, which is kind of sad, but I think this&amp;nbsp;Saturday&amp;nbsp;we're going somewhere up north to go to a beach and various other activities! &amp;nbsp;That is uber exciting, especially since I've actually been to the beach twice this summer already (2 more times than last year) and the one in this smelly town, stinks like crap and fish. &amp;nbsp;I hate that stench. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Good news: &amp;nbsp;I have&amp;nbsp;finally got a job! &amp;nbsp;As a cashier at a really&amp;nbsp;Canadian&amp;nbsp;store. &amp;nbsp;I'm just really excited to finally make my own money and not having to feel guilty for spending my parents money. &amp;nbsp;I can buy all that stuff I want now and they won't bother me about it, despite how ridiculously expensive it might be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sad story (but not really): &amp;nbsp;Once I bought this Roxy backpack that was black and turquoise, and soooo pretty, for $50, but my parents made me return it... &amp;nbsp;it wasn't even their money. &amp;nbsp;It was the money of my aunt from&amp;nbsp;Australia&amp;nbsp;who randomly decided to give my sibs and I free moolah. &amp;nbsp; I was so sad after...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Something I've noticed: &amp;nbsp;If I add pictures to posts, then they tend to get more views. &amp;nbsp;Ohh, strategy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyhow, I feel bad because I was finally starting to post more than once every five months, but whatever. &amp;nbsp;It's not like a lot of people (or any?) read this anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Au revoir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-2024745959087586874?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/2024745959087586874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=2024745959087586874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/2024745959087586874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/2024745959087586874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2011/07/today-is-my-parents-anniversary.html' title='Today is my Parent&apos;s Anniversary'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-4670656850865113262</id><published>2011-06-24T20:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T20:48:37.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Disposition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I don't really have one, unless I've had too much coffee, sugar or a goodnight of rest... BUT,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I've realized that a lot of my past posts have been negative... so why not be positive since I'm now done school until September? &amp;nbsp;Happiness... Peachy Happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Things I Like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Food. &amp;nbsp;When it comes to food, my mind is that of an obese man. &amp;nbsp;I want large portions, of it ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Reading novels. &amp;nbsp;Teen fiction ones. I can't help it! &amp;nbsp;It's so entertaining, but seriously I must start reading more substantial stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Music that enters my soul and instills sweet blissful joy. &amp;nbsp;LOL melodramatic... but so true. &amp;nbsp;I like popular mainstream stuff too, but the good music is the one that remains one with me. &amp;nbsp;Melodramatic once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Sunshine. &amp;nbsp;It is life. &amp;nbsp;It just makes me feel happy. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Bittersweet movies. &amp;nbsp;Examples are... Titanic,&amp;nbsp;Slumdog&amp;nbsp;Millionaire, The Prestige...etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- My best friend. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- When I witness those funny little moments no one else sees. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- My moments of ultimate hilarious genius. &amp;nbsp;Those moments are so rare I &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; to remember them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- The current length of my hair. &amp;nbsp;I feel so&amp;nbsp;feminine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Oui oui, enough positiveness until I feel like typing on this bloggity blog thing again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;AU REVOIR and FAREWELL,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-4670656850865113262?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/4670656850865113262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=4670656850865113262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/4670656850865113262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/4670656850865113262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2011/06/sunny-disposition.html' title='Sunny Disposition'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-1289279756701425798</id><published>2011-06-21T17:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T17:07:02.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls and their Lack of Self-Esteem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I know everyone's into sentimental photos, but must every stupid picture and meaningful thing be about loving someone forever or about how they're beautiful? &amp;nbsp;I do not need to be told in 9 out of 10 photos that I'm a beautiful person and that someone loves me, or that by not loving me it's their loss and someone else will find me and love me better than they did. &amp;nbsp;I'm completely fine. &amp;nbsp;I have good enough self esteem and don't need constant reminder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Or maybe,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;they just like those photos? &amp;nbsp;Well I cannot say that I do, because they all get really annoying and make me want to retch. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Why does it seem that a ton of girls nowadays are so insecure? &amp;nbsp;They don't really need to be that skinny, or wear so much makeup. &amp;nbsp;Well it's because of the media. &amp;nbsp;That's all I'm going to say because I've had to write about this so many time in the past that I'm going to get carpal tunnel syndrome in my right hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;KOREAN DRAMAS. &amp;nbsp;Oh jaaaaaaaa. &amp;nbsp;They are good. &amp;nbsp;So dramatic. &amp;nbsp;So epic. &amp;nbsp;So... Korean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I must depart because I'm hungry and also because I don't really have much else to type out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Guten Day to You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-1289279756701425798?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/1289279756701425798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=1289279756701425798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/1289279756701425798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/1289279756701425798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2011/06/girls-and-their-lack-of-self-esteem.html' title='Girls and their Lack of Self-Esteem'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-6694079031293256134</id><published>2011-06-13T16:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T16:56:20.885-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaking Cheese</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Why is it that the one post I have that's had the most views is incredibly stupid, and has a picture of freaking&amp;nbsp;Gouda&amp;nbsp;cheese in it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I think that's the only reason why it's had more views. &amp;nbsp;How depressing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Gouda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gourmetsleuth.com/images/gouda.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Goodbye Cruel Blogging World (for today),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-6694079031293256134?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/6694079031293256134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=6694079031293256134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/6694079031293256134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/6694079031293256134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2011/06/freaking-cheese.html' title='Freaking Cheese'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-2806036244824469706</id><published>2011-06-10T19:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T19:09:12.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summaaaa Tooiimmeeee (Random Spewing of Words and Such)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The title was supposed to say, "Summer time" but it's understandable if you didn't get it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So oui, if you live in North America, and are in the northern hemisphere you will probably have SUMMER MANIA. &amp;nbsp;It is something like an obsession and irritating excitement at the fact that SUMMER TIME is coming up. &amp;nbsp;You might have an urge to go to the beach, take some scantily clad photos of yourself in a SWIMMING COSTUME (swim suit... hehe&amp;nbsp;British&amp;nbsp;thoughts again) and&amp;nbsp;fantasize&amp;nbsp;about a SUMMER FLING with someone not from around your town.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I, on the other hand (and as pretentious as it may sound), am not interested in such a thing. &amp;nbsp;I want money, I want to become bau5 at badminton, and I want to GET THE OTHER ONE. Just kidding. &amp;nbsp;Although I really do need a job to obtain money, so that I can buy badminton stuff. &amp;nbsp;The Other One probably won't happen.... but yes, I'm a geek, and I don't care because badminton is the bau5est sport evaarrerererererer. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I love spelling boss like bau5. &amp;nbsp;It's mostly because I saw a deadmau5 video and couldn't figure out how to pronounce it, then suddenly UNDERSTOOD it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Back to the summertime. &amp;nbsp;I guess it's an excuse for people to take half nude photos of themselves and post it on FACEBOOK. &amp;nbsp;I wouldn't do it, because the only difference between underwear and swimsuits are the material and that one's "socially acceptable" to wear in public. &amp;nbsp;Other than that, there's not much of a difference. &amp;nbsp;I don't want people seeing me in my half nuddy pantsness. &amp;nbsp;LOL that was really dumb.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What I'm probably going to do during the summer is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- work (please please please let me get a job somewhere)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- badminton training (yayayayayayayaya If I get a job, I'll pay for it myself :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- reading a ton of books that are most likely going to be really dumb...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- going on the PUTER (computer) and playing SIMMIES (Sims 2, or if I get money, SIMS 3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- sleeping in til 2... wow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- going to sleep at 3 ... bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- hanging out with my frand that I adore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- going on the treadmill... if I remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- WORKING out... maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;RANDOMNESS PREVAILS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;with:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Why do girls want guys to hug them from the back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Why does everyone assume that you would go perfectly with someone of your own race?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Why do girls want someone to love them and have to tell them so ALL THE FREAKING TIME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Why is the remix version of Til the World Ends so much better than the original?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Why am I actually listening to it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Am I really going to take gym again next year? &amp;nbsp;Should I be a geek and change it to something less fun and active?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Why does it seem like everyone needs someone (ownership wise, bf gf stuff)? I don't feel it necessary to have a boyfriend, because there's only one person remotely interesting enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;When am I going to get a job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Is my resume good enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Do I seem selfish and self absorbed talking about myself all the time, or is that okay because this is still my blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Is anyone even reading this blog? For real? Wanna comment to let me know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Why am I getting creeped/stalked by a random male whenever I walk home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Did you know that setting up a romantic night is just something that will eventually lead to reproductive motions whether or not it's right after or in 10 years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Why can people just like Jewish people? &amp;nbsp;There's nothing wrong with that, did you know that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Who is this "you" I keep asking the questions to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;WILL MY QUESTIONS EVER CEASE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Yes, right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THOUGHTS:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Bruno Mars is bangable because hes so cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Chris Hemsworth is the manliest of men... LOL I can't believe I just typed that out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;If a certain person is so not desperate for a boyfriend, why create a list of requirements for a person that's&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;not real, and not going to go for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;That was a question... oh no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I really like eating eggs. &amp;nbsp;They're so om nom nommy. &amp;nbsp;Unless you have them every day and as your only meal (like when I first had my wisdom teeth taken out).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My hair is really long, but needs a trim because I have so many split ends. &amp;nbsp;This saddens me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm obsessed with flossing, brushing and making sure my teeth are straight ever since I got my braces off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm addicted to gum. &amp;nbsp;Really, my dad hid the gigantic gum packs from me. Woe is me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Having long luscious locks makes me feel feminine. &amp;nbsp;I ruv it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I purposely spelled ENGLISH wrong on my USB key. &amp;nbsp;I spelled it engRish. What an illiterate fobby thing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I dislike people who can make jokes about asians but can't handle jokes about their own races. &amp;nbsp;You're not an expert on asians so please shut your stupid mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am a nice shade of "black". Just kidding, I'm just tanned. w00t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I don't understand why males like me when I'm so mean to them. &amp;nbsp;Don't I sound like a mean bitch sometimes? &amp;nbsp;Yes well... I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I adore the song, "In for the Kill (Skrillex remix) - Laroux". &amp;nbsp;It's heavy, and techno all at the same time, which might not make sense. &amp;nbsp;It's&amp;nbsp;dub step&amp;nbsp;I think. &amp;nbsp;Either way, I really like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am bored and want to go on Sims 2 now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;GOODbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Which originated from "God be with you".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Should I say farewell instead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nah, that would really be odd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Monica is jobless and wants some moolah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;AU REVOIR.&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/6362034118580874032-2806036244824469706?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/2806036244824469706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=2806036244824469706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/2806036244824469706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/2806036244824469706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2011/06/summaaaa-tooiimmeeee-random-spewing-of.html' title='Summaaaa Tooiimmeeee (Random Spewing of Words and Such)'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-7308836003087300903</id><published>2011-06-08T15:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T15:56:35.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetic Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I like Hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Everyone makes it seem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;as though love is something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;bittersweet that tears you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But hate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;it builds&amp;nbsp;defenses&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and&amp;nbsp;makes walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Creates an armor to protect you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;from any compromise of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;the current hatred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hate is an all consuming feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Something driven by fury&amp;nbsp;and anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;By Lust and by envy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It feels so good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;to Hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and you don't want to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It's your strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What gives you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;to hurt others&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;like&amp;nbsp;they've done to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But it's hard to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;really make it last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;because in the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;end&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;there's not a lot of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;but a lot of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;loneliness&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;when those emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;are all burned up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-7308836003087300903?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/7308836003087300903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=7308836003087300903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/7308836003087300903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/7308836003087300903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2011/06/poetic-thoughts.html' title='Poetic Thoughts'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-5806820247742873518</id><published>2011-06-03T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T21:09:25.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pests</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This may include people, or actual pests (CENTIPEDES).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I. REALLY. HATE. CENTIPEDES.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;They are so disgusting looking. &amp;nbsp;Like mini spawns of hell. &amp;nbsp;Like they're going to bite you and cause you to convulse then die. &amp;nbsp;OH. MY. GOODNESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sometimes they appear in my house, and whenever they do, I scream like bloody hell then either get my dad, or attempt to kill it with something. &amp;nbsp;It's definitely not something I can tolerate. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What really sucks is that because it's now summer, they SHOW UP. &amp;nbsp;During the winter, there are NOOOOO bugs in my house, then during the summer, BOOM. &amp;nbsp;INFESTATION, but not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I can't even look at pictures of centipedes. &amp;nbsp;They're too disgusting and vile. &amp;nbsp;I hate those long legs, the fast movement, and how they react when you finally look at them. EWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Traumatizing moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I was in the bathroom and I thought I saw something move on the counter. &amp;nbsp;I checked all over for it to kill it, and then when I finally looked up, IT WAS RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF ME. &amp;nbsp;I of course screamed, and since it was late at night, &amp;nbsp;could not get a parental figure, so I vacuumed it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I really hoped that it killed it, otherwise it could just crawl out of the vacuum and INHABIT MY HOUSE. &amp;nbsp;I really don't know if vacuuming up pests are such a good idea. &amp;nbsp;I mean, what if they don't die? &amp;nbsp;Yes it may sound very cruel and mean, but I CANNOT STAND THEM AT ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Spiders also disgust me. Another Traumatizing Moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I had my wisdom teeth taken out, and I got up early to go to the bathroom. &amp;nbsp;After this I went back to my room and realized there was something fat in my hair. &amp;nbsp;I pulled out A GIGANTIC SPIDER AND WHIPPED IT AT THE GROUND. &amp;nbsp;I completely freaked out and went to my dad to kill it. &amp;nbsp;Unfortunately this took a while, so it escaped. &amp;nbsp;*sadness* &amp;nbsp;I couldn't sleep in my room for a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The LAST&amp;nbsp;Traumatizing&amp;nbsp;Moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;When I was seven, I was sitting on the couch watching t.v. &amp;nbsp;For some reason, I put my hand in the couch, and &amp;nbsp;PULLED OUT A FREAKING GIGANTIC SPIDER BY THE FREAKING LEG. &amp;nbsp;It twitched... &amp;nbsp;I then proceeded to scream, and start crying to my dad who didn't do much to make me feel better. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This concludes my Traumatizing Moments and HATRED for insects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This does not mean my house is not clean. &amp;nbsp;It means that bugs are after me, and we really need to fill in all the old cracks because if not theres going to be an insect massacre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;AU REVOIR,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-5806820247742873518?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/5806820247742873518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=5806820247742873518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/5806820247742873518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/5806820247742873518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2011/06/pests.html' title='Pests'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-3374240232725795075</id><published>2011-05-31T22:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T22:51:20.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Nerdy Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So because I am an avid reader, and sometimes very analytical, I've noticed something quite odd...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Shakespeare's Sonnet 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Shall I compare thee to a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;summer's day&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Thou art more &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;lovely and more temperate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;summer's lease hath all too short a date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;And often is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;his gold complexion dimm'd&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;And every fair from fair sometime declines,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;By chance or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;nature's changing course untrimm'd&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;But thy eternal summer shall not fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;When in eternal lines to time thou growest:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;So long lives this and this gives life to thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So the highlighted lines kind of reminds me of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Keenan the (ex... [this makes me sad]) Summer King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Why am I such a nerd? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;I once heard this thing about how Shakespeare was gay, (and the poem also seems to be about a guy) despite having a wife...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Anyhow, the stuff about summer, and loving it, him, her? &amp;nbsp;KEENAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Shakespeare was in love with the Summer King. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Ha. Hahahahaha. I must stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Yeah, that's probably really inaccurate, but whatever. &amp;nbsp;I like the books and the poem still.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;AU REVOIR,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Monica&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-3374240232725795075?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/3374240232725795075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=3374240232725795075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/3374240232725795075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/3374240232725795075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2011/05/very-nerdy-thought.html' title='A Very Nerdy Thought'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-2236191256570666678</id><published>2011-05-30T00:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T00:55:52.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris Hemsworth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Holy Freaking CRAAAAAAAAAAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I can't even begin to explain how much I lust him....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;There is no possible way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;His eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;His hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;His smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;His face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;His abs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and clothes that reveal all of this to us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SBfrROIT2VY/TeMicKXXVPI/AAAAAAAAAK0/-M97R0y81Qo/s1600/chris+hemsworth...+i+love+thor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SBfrROIT2VY/TeMicKXXVPI/AAAAAAAAAK0/-M97R0y81Qo/s320/chris+hemsworth...+i+love+thor.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Okay so the picture does not reveal abs and such, but look at him!!!! Look at those scorching eyes, and rugged good looking ness of him .... I'm not salivating...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I haven't seen Thor yet... and I probably should because if I don't then I'll probably have Chris Hemsworth&amp;nbsp;withdrawal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;There are a lot of good looking famous people out there, but he is&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;on top. &amp;nbsp;And that was not an innuendo of any sort.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;GOODNIGHT AND CHRIS HEMSWORTH,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Monica&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-2236191256570666678?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/2236191256570666678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=2236191256570666678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/2236191256570666678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/2236191256570666678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2011/05/chris-hemsworth.html' title='Chris Hemsworth'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SBfrROIT2VY/TeMicKXXVPI/AAAAAAAAAK0/-M97R0y81Qo/s72-c/chris+hemsworth...+i+love+thor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-6684940900634728520</id><published>2011-05-22T02:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T02:43:16.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Am I Doing Wrong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It seems that no matter how hard I try (or don't try) to keep friends, they end up drifting away, or totally abandoning me because of shallow and superficial reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Previous reasons have been because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;1. I'm hanging out with someone they don't like anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;2. I'm not cool enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;3. There's no future for our friendship. &amp;nbsp;At the moment, I need you because I have no one else and you'll have to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;4. There are more interesting people with the same interests as them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;5. I don't enforce the friendship as much, or really say how I'm feeling because I don't want to feel totally rejected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;6. Someone else was stealing them away and although I tried to say something, they didn't care at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;7. I guess... I'm boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;8. They moved away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Yes, it really hurts when someone stops being your friend for no reason and suddenly&amp;nbsp;disappears. &amp;nbsp;Maybe because it's 2 in the morning, and I'm usually at a highly emotional state during this time, but seriously, am I really not good enough to be your friend? &amp;nbsp;I'm not talking about one specific person right now. &amp;nbsp;There have been some... too many friends to lose. &amp;nbsp;When I befriend a person, I always want to be their friend, even when they're being annoying or frustrating. &amp;nbsp;Can't they remember the fun times we've had, and that whole friend bonding stuff? &amp;nbsp;I hate it. &amp;nbsp;When you have best friends you know they'll be there for you and vice versa, but when they suddenly leave, it's like a sudden&amp;nbsp;emptiness&amp;nbsp;that's hard to identify, but nonetheless gone. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What I really hate is when someone thinks you're their best friend or friend still, but you actually really dislike them. &amp;nbsp;How when you have no one else to hang out with, I'm suddenly your friend again and when your friends show up, you suddenly leave. &amp;nbsp;Even before, when I had a discussion about how you're not my best friend and how because you're so busy with your fun filled life and friends, you can't take a day, weekend, minute to spend time with me, I'm not your best friend. &amp;nbsp;I really dislike you so much. &amp;nbsp;And you're a fake two faced bitch. &amp;nbsp;Don't pretend to like someone when you obviously don't. &amp;nbsp;Don't pretend their your best friend when they're not. &amp;nbsp;Stop being over dramatic, self centered, and ignorant in every way. &amp;nbsp;Learn to take&amp;nbsp;criticism,&amp;nbsp;because if you actually get that career you like talking so much about, then you'll have to deal with a ton of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;One more thing,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I hate people who are so arrogant and pretentious in their beliefs that they look down on others, or won't accept someone for not believing in the things they do. &amp;nbsp;Shut up and be a good citizen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Angstful and melancholy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-6684940900634728520?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/6684940900634728520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=6684940900634728520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/6684940900634728520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/6684940900634728520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-am-i-doing-wrong.html' title='What Am I Doing Wrong?'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-7551143289553385177</id><published>2011-05-21T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T22:14:04.655-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The World Did Not End Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Obviously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;That's why you're reading this, and that's why there isn't an earthquake happening and zombies or whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;OKAY GOODNIGHT,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-7551143289553385177?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/7551143289553385177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=7551143289553385177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/7551143289553385177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/7551143289553385177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2011/05/world-did-not-end-today.html' title='The World Did Not End Today'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-4177276314290631387</id><published>2011-05-19T19:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T20:00:30.441-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of the World - Coming Soon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I really don't understand why people think the world's going to end so soon...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;How many times have people thought the world was going to end, got all hyped up about it, then lived to see the next day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The earth has at least 7 billion more years, so no worries civilians of Earth, we'll probably be either dead, extinct, or on some other planet that won't die as soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I don't believe the world is going to end in two days or (on December 21, 2012) (have you noticed how they're both on the 21st??), and it better not, because I'm going to band camp next week, and I have to finish all my dang projects. &amp;nbsp;If I don't get those done, then the world really will end.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Au Revoir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-4177276314290631387?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/4177276314290631387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=4177276314290631387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/4177276314290631387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/4177276314290631387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2011/05/end-of-world-coming-soon.html' title='The End of the World - Coming Soon!'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-3582070979750203749</id><published>2011-05-18T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T23:02:27.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking Un-Peachy Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Current Issues:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- I am pained at the moment. &amp;nbsp;It's quite unpleasant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- I don't want to go to band camp. Oh. My. Goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- I have so many important projects and stuff to do... it's overwhelming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- I hate eating on just one side of my mouth. It's such a weird sensation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- I really need to stop procrastinating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Every time I see a certain person, I think, "Bitch."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Other Things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;Fahrenheit 451 is coming true... I'm scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Why post unflattering photos of yourself on facebook and claim that they're cute? &amp;nbsp;Honestly, you just look really stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Flappers are kind of cool... and not just the way they dressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- One ridiculously stupid class I have is actually teaching me! &amp;nbsp;I just can't believe it. &amp;nbsp;Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- THREE DAY WEEKENDS ROCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Not much else to say... It's late, I'm tired... I must shower and stuff.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;NOIT NOIT sleep TOIT,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Au Revoir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Monica :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-3582070979750203749?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/3582070979750203749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=3582070979750203749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/3582070979750203749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/3582070979750203749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2011/05/thinking-un-peachy-thoughts.html' title='Thinking Un-Peachy Thoughts'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-7986479401527410710</id><published>2011-05-15T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T23:47:32.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Soccer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ggn5cJeCJ4I/TdCc839wviI/AAAAAAAAAKw/mih46zSRx_0/s320/omg+love.bmp" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&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/6362034118580874032-7986479401527410710?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/7986479401527410710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=7986479401527410710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/7986479401527410710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/7986479401527410710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-love-soccer.html' title='I Love Soccer'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mWucTHd8Wog/TdCcz1AFmQI/AAAAAAAAAKo/VK3PFvHEMAo/s72-c/i+love+soccer.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-7664267646920901181</id><published>2011-05-15T23:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T23:35:49.644-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings Are Such a BURDEN Sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Although I may not date, it doesn't mean that I'm not interested in someone... hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ew I hate giggling... which is hypocritical because I do that a lot myself. &amp;nbsp;I can't help it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyhow, those feelings that come with being a teenager. &amp;nbsp;SUCH A BURDEN SOMETIMES. &amp;nbsp;I get really moody a lot. &amp;nbsp;One minute I'm happy about listening to a certain song, then I'm depressed because I remembered how I didn't succeed in something, or how T.O.O. doesn't know I pine for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Just kidding, it's more of a kind of ... longing? &amp;nbsp;Lust? &amp;nbsp;Creepy desire? &amp;nbsp;I'm so odd sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What's weird is that people think I'm so serious all the time, and that I look emotionless all the time. &amp;nbsp;Well... that's because they don't know me. &amp;nbsp;If they did, they would know how seriously weird I am sometimes, how I have my astoundingly hilarious moments of genius, and how I'm completely NOT serious. &amp;nbsp;Under that robotic mask, is a ton of conflicting thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You think you know, but you have no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;SHARK TALE QUOTE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So T.O.O. (which stands for The Other One, for reasons I really shouldn't reveal over the internet) is very unattainable. &amp;nbsp;For one, he doesn't live in my town (that is a slight problem). &amp;nbsp;Two, hes about 2 years older, which at this point in time is a bit too old, and three... I haven't talked to him. &amp;nbsp;Ahh... I'm a walking cliche. &amp;nbsp;Oh sadness. &amp;nbsp;Woe is me. Depression. &amp;nbsp;It's just that around visually appealing people of the opposite gender, I tend to become incredibly shy, and accidentally stare openly. I CAN'T HELP IT. &amp;nbsp;I also tend to say incredibly stupid things at the most&amp;nbsp;inconvenient times. &amp;nbsp;Like when they're passing by, or when they're standing there and I don't realize it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Omg I'm a disaster. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Alright maybe I'm making this sound worse than it actually is. &amp;nbsp;If I weren't so shy, I MIGHT be able to somehow GET T.O.O. because honestly (and I don't mean to sound conceited) I'm not that ugly. &amp;nbsp;Unless you're racist and don't like asians. &amp;nbsp;But aside from my visual appeal, I'm not making any progress nor do I know if it will be possible for next year. &amp;nbsp;I REALLY HOPE IT IS.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;WOW I REALLY NEED TO GO TO SLEEP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;AU REVOIR ET GOOD NUIT (I don't actually know how to say goodnight in french),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Monica&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-7664267646920901181?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/7664267646920901181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=7664267646920901181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/7664267646920901181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/7664267646920901181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2011/05/feelings-are-such-burden-sometimes.html' title='Feelings Are Such a BURDEN Sometimes'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-250711105987195865</id><published>2011-05-09T19:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T19:47:59.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why He Doesn't Like You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Reasons Why:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- You're beyond annoying now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- You've changed so drastically it's ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- In "finding" yourself, you've managed to become a unpleasant looking trollop that wears gross fish net stockings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- You're really not that great, I don't see why there's a hype about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- You're fake, just like your "best friend".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh, and for you normal girls, he doesn't like you because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- You're probably making it really obvious, and quite creepy. &amp;nbsp;Stop being a creep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- You're not showing it enough. &amp;nbsp;He thinks you don't like him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- You're not acting like yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- You're acting too much like yourself, and it's annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- You're just not that interesting, attractive, his type, cool ... etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I wouldn't really know of course, I don't date, but isn't it quite obvious when you're observing those desperate types around you? &amp;nbsp;Besides, I really don't care at this time in my life. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Your amour is not&amp;nbsp;enamored&amp;nbsp;with you because hes still enamored with me. &amp;nbsp;Haha just kidding... but seriously, Life's a Bitch, and so are you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It's funny, because when I look back to all those bitch-sessions, hilarious moments and memories of being a particular person's friend, I see how much time I've wasted. &amp;nbsp;I can't exactly say this to you in person because I don't really communicate with you anymore. I'm not upset about that though, I couldn't stand a minute talking to you because you sound like such a ditz it makes me want to vomit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"WORDS" I HATE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- SKETCHY (ew)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- NBD (disgusting)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- LEGIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- LULZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- LAWL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And&amp;nbsp;squealing... I completely hate squealing. &amp;nbsp;If you do that, please go away. &amp;nbsp;Don't squeal in the process.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Seriously Angstful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Monica&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/6362034118580874032-250711105987195865?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/250711105987195865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=250711105987195865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/250711105987195865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/250711105987195865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2011/05/why-he-doesnt-like-you.html' title='Why He Doesn&apos;t Like You'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-4246236273292619095</id><published>2011-05-03T11:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:16:56.505-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Complaining</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This is also known as "Bitching" and although I don't usually swear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;IT'S THE ONLY WAY TO EXPRESS MY ANNOYANCE RIGHT NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Thing I Must Bitch About:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; how I got my wisdom teeth removed and the results of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; ex friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; stupid books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; I don't know what else, let's just see what happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; So last Saturday I had my wisdom teeth removed... Yeah it sucks... so much.&amp;nbsp; My face is still swelled up, and I can barely close my mouth because it's so FAT.&amp;nbsp; I look like a morbidly obese child, and I don't have a chin!&amp;nbsp; I seriously should've waited until the summer to get them removed,&amp;nbsp;because I look so stupid.&amp;nbsp; At least during the summer I wouldn't have missed anything important... but during this time of the year?&amp;nbsp; FREAKING HELL.&amp;nbsp; I hate missing school because of all the catching up&amp;nbsp;I'll need to do...&amp;nbsp; Not to mention I have an important tournament that's coming up soon, and I don't know whether&amp;nbsp;or not I'll be able to attend!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp; I really want to go, but if&amp;nbsp;my face is still&amp;nbsp;swelled up then I'll look like an idiot while there.&amp;nbsp; This&amp;nbsp;has caused so many complications.&amp;nbsp; I've also been worried about whether or not my gums are infected... although I'm pretty sure they're not.&amp;nbsp; My jaw is wider than the rest of my face.&amp;nbsp; I can't eat anything solid!&amp;nbsp; I can't chew... I'm never full... F M L.&amp;nbsp; I'm probably losing marks because I haven't been to school for two days... and then my average will go down. Oh woe, why must life be so cruel to me right now???&amp;nbsp; Why why why why why why why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;There are people in your life you thought would've stayed in it for a long time...&amp;nbsp; when they leave because of stupid reasons you might become confused, sad or really angry.&amp;nbsp; I have experienced all&amp;nbsp;those feelings&amp;nbsp;because of a stupid person who's too inconsiderate and too much of a push over to try and ignore another stupid person who has stolen my ex-friend away.&amp;nbsp; Although that may sound confusing and not make any sense, it's true, and I don't want to bitch about it for too long because I'm hungry and I have to find something not too hard to eat yet able to fill me up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So I'm currently reading Darkest Mercy by Melissa Marr, who has written the Wicked Lovely series, and I'm getting really annoyed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;KEENAN SHOULD END UP WITH FREAKING AISLYNN!&amp;nbsp; The Summer King and Queen are meant to be together, that's why hes been searching for her for so freaking long.&amp;nbsp; He should have given up Donia and she should've given up stupid Seth, then they would've ruled the Summer Court nicely and I would've been happy.&amp;nbsp; I obviously am not, not just because of my medicated state, but also because I hate how Keenan is now forever Donia's... WTF. &amp;nbsp;No, that's not how it was supposed to end.&amp;nbsp; I hate when books have dumb endings like that. Grr it makes me angry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A few quick things that I must Bitch about before I end this post:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; I hate this stupid keyboard...&amp;nbsp; it's so old and ghetto and I wish I never would've accidentally spilled orange juice on the better one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; Stupid medication... it doesn't seem to be working.&amp;nbsp; WHY ISN'T IT WORKING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; Stupid sutures... are they supposed to be coming out already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; I wish it didn't hurt whenever I ran... my stupid fat cheeks are flubbing around all the time.&amp;nbsp; I WANT TO LOOK NORMAL AGAIN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;OKAY I'm finished bitching online for the day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;(I think I've already complained to enough people)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Au Revoir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Monica the temporarily morbidely obese child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-4246236273292619095?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/4246236273292619095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=4246236273292619095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/4246236273292619095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/4246236273292619095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2011/05/complaining.html' title='Complaining'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-2022645090478072438</id><published>2011-01-01T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:19:19.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Procrastination as defined by &lt;strong&gt;dictionary.com&lt;/strong&gt; is :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="pbk"&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;–verb&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;(used&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;object)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;defer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;action;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;delay:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;procrastinate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;lost.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="pbk"&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;–verb&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;(used&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;object)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;put&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;off&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;till&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;time;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;defer;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;delay.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Yes. Unfortunately I have this problem and it's quite obvious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I mean, I'm so tired all the time from school work and crud but because I'm a lazy procrastinator I don't bother starting my homework until around 7-8 or if I'm really feeling like a procrastinator, 10-11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Even now, as I write this I'm actually supposed to be finishing my science homework and start composing music, which I obviously haven't done...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Oh sadness :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I've been doing this so long, starting from around the second grade.&amp;nbsp; It's hard getting out of these bad habits.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Usually too afterwards, I scold myself (not outloud, I'm not that weird) about how I had a ton of time to do the homework before, but I didn't because I'm so freaking stupid sometimes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I think the reason I procrastinate is because I feel as though by spending the time to do it, I'll be wasting time to do other fun stuff...&amp;nbsp; My definition of fun of quite nerdy.&amp;nbsp; Aside from that though, I think I also feel like I'll be able to get the stuff done with enough time, but I usually end up rushing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;ARGH TO THE FREAKING MAXIMUM LIMIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I am bored...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Au Revoir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Monica &lt;/span&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/6362034118580874032-2022645090478072438?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/2022645090478072438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=2022645090478072438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/2022645090478072438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/2022645090478072438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2011/01/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-2570896162361134282</id><published>2010-12-30T16:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:19:35.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was Banned</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;As interesting as that may sound, that I, Monica, was banned from something... I was actually just banned from the computer... for reasons I won't explain because NO ONE CARES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Oui, so that's why I haven't been on this dang blog in 3 or so months... Once again, it matters not because not&amp;nbsp;many people have been reading this and that's okay because if it was more public then people I know who I dislike or remotely like would read this and know my thoughts on stuff that I do not want them to know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My&amp;nbsp;blog is like a diary of sorts... my real one is kind of similar to this, in the sense that&amp;nbsp;write in it every few months.&amp;nbsp;Hee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Juvenile laughing on the computer makes me giggle.&amp;nbsp; I have yet to understand why I laugh&amp;nbsp;at the most random and insignificant things. Maybe&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;subconciously think it gives me character... or I'm just a fruit basket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Fruits Basket.&amp;nbsp; MANGA.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;also haven't read any mangas in a long time.&amp;nbsp; I used to really like Prince of Tennis (POT... ohohohoho) until I got over it, and I also used to adoreeeee Inuyasha, but then I also forgot about that and&amp;nbsp;got over my obsession.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Before the break I was so focused on school and raising my average, it was ridiculous, and now it's almost time to go back. *sadness*&amp;nbsp; I LIKE GETTING LOTS OF SLEEP. I LIKE FINISHING BOOKS IN SEVERAL HOURS.&amp;nbsp; I LIKE PLAYING ON SIMS AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Oh how I've missed&amp;nbsp;sims.&amp;nbsp; How pathetic.&amp;nbsp; I create simulations of people who are unrealistic in their genetic features, with&amp;nbsp;flawless bodies and loads of money, and then I ruin it all by creating affairs and using cheats for more intereting deaths.&amp;nbsp; I also forget to let them turn old because they're so dang pretty.&amp;nbsp; I'M SUCH A NERD.&amp;nbsp; Whatever, I still enjoy it.&amp;nbsp; It also seems though that I can relate a ton of things to sims...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I obviously need to spend less time on the computer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;MY&amp;nbsp;GOODNESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Well&amp;nbsp;now that I'm back on the computer I think I shall begin posting more entries and such so that it isn't as boring as it was for the past few months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;AU REVOIR,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Monica&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-2570896162361134282?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/2570896162361134282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=2570896162361134282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/2570896162361134282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/2570896162361134282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-was-banned.html' title='I Was Banned'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-5745217180203577285</id><published>2010-10-04T19:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:19:55.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'>C'est octobre...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh la&amp;nbsp;la... c'est octobre et je n'ai pas ... posted dans un temps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm not sure if that sentence is gramatically correct en francais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It was supposed to mean :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh la la, it's october and I have not posted in a while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;That's probably not right because temps has something to do with the weather? Oui...? Je ne sais pas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I hate people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Soooo rude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I wanna kick their faces, but now I also feel embarassed about something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;SOOOOOOOOOOO goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Au revoir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-5745217180203577285?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/5745217180203577285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=5745217180203577285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/5745217180203577285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/5745217180203577285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2010/10/cest-octobre.html' title='C&apos;est octobre...'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-7620935914411681241</id><published>2010-09-23T19:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:20:11.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Edu Ma Cation (Education)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I have been so tired lately because of how I have morning practices for basketball, and have homework which I don't get done right after school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'M SO TIRED GOSH DARNET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I've also read some books, although not as many as I would like to have read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;One example is Another Faust, which is this mostly interesting book with demons, special abilities, sins, and mucho coolness that is described in much depth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I've also been decorating houses and my town on Sims 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I have no life, but aside from that I think that I need to avoid the computer. During the summer I was on it too long, so I got grounded... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I guess that's good for me though, because it's quite bad for my health (literally, ie. my vision) to be sitting at a computer desk all day doing things that don't benefit my health or edu ma cation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Speaking of my education, one again, SCHOOL IS MAKING ME TIRED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It's criminal to force young minds to wake up at around 6 in the morning just so they can get up and go to school...&amp;nbsp; and then to also assign a ton of science and math homework?? GAHAHHRHRHAHRAHRH.&amp;nbsp; That was an angry growl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I like music class though, because I play the alto saxophone and it has some really fun parts to play, although it can be a bit tedious sometimes to play boring pieces.&amp;nbsp; My FAVOURITE is Perseus and The Sea Monster which is about how this son of Zeus saved this "nuddy-pants" girl chained to a wall, from this eveeeel Sea Monster that was going to devour her.&amp;nbsp; It's sooooo good. I suggest you youtube it and listen to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I need to go do my homework,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So Au Revoir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Monica (the exhausted student)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-7620935914411681241?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/7620935914411681241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=7620935914411681241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/7620935914411681241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/7620935914411681241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-edu-ma-cation-education.html' title='My Edu Ma Cation (Education)'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-4019259385147095435</id><published>2010-08-30T20:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:20:38.879-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mockingjay (Success)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I've just finished reading Mockingjay by Suzanna Collins and I have to say, I adored it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;I'd also like to &lt;strong&gt;spoil&lt;/strong&gt; it for anyone who will eventually read it and say &lt;strong&gt;YESSSSSSSSS&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Peeta and Katniss end up together.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Elevation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Yesss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Smugness at all you losers who thought she'd end up with Gale... ahahahhahahahaahahah. Too bad for you noooooobs. Jokes, I felt like sounding asian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But seriously, they do, and it's the sweetest facking, frucking, fick, fruck, freaking thing ever.&amp;nbsp; I even had to make imaginary words up to emphasize the point...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Although anyone who decides to read this will know that Katniss ends up with Peeta, I say, continue forth reading the book and do not cease until the end because your feelings will be swayed to much you'll want to cry and hug randon strangers, although I suggest not to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The reason that Katniss chooses Peeta in the end are for the following reasons (other than the fact that hes more significant and better over all than Gale) :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;1) He goes back to live in the Seam once the who Rebellion is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;2) Hes there for Katniss in the end (forever and always, sweet stuff).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;3) As mentioned before in the book, what Katniss needed to survive was not Gale's rage and firey hatred, because she had enough of her own but Peeta's ability to sustain life no matter the consequences.&amp;nbsp; The "dandelion in the spring" much like life, and rebirth which "promises life can go on, no matter how bad".&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;How I adore this book, although the beginning was a bit tedious.&amp;nbsp; Everything eventually builds up for a spectacular ending, and although the book ends well, it's not completely happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The sad thing is, Prim dies along with Finnick and a lot of other people who tried freeing the districts from the Capitol, and who also helped Katniss with her plan in murdering Snow.&amp;nbsp; The thing is, she doesn't actually end up killing him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;One really (times infinity) sweet part at the end of the novel that occurs is so criminally tender, it'll either make you gag or cry with the precious-ness of it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The story behind it that will make you understand was that when Peeta was captured by the Capitol after the Games was abruptly ended he was taken prisoner and tortured along with many others.&amp;nbsp; They injected him with tracker jacker venom and because we all know that it causes hallucinations, they "hijkacked" Peeta and replaced him with absolute hatred and anguish towards Katniss instead of the love he once felt.&amp;nbsp; When they rescue him and take him back to District 13, he tried to strangel Katniss when he first sees her.&amp;nbsp; Eventually the doctors there find out a bit about what happened with him, and slowly Peeta takes a journey back to reality and finds it hard to determine what is real and what is fake.&amp;nbsp; He is eventaully deemed good enough to go into the battle (although he doesn't really) with Katniss and her squad and they play games of "Real or Not Real."&amp;nbsp; Finally, at the end of the novel Peeta says to Katniss, "You love me.&amp;nbsp; Real or not real?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;She tells him, "Real."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Awwwwwwwwwwww.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I'm over reacting to this because I'm a girl in all, but that's the sweetest thing ever. It's so dang precious, tender, sweet, heart renching and wonderful I couldn't stop feeling happy when I read this, especially since in the other books she wasn't sure whether or not she liked Peeta like that.&amp;nbsp; Now it's confirmed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Well, despite these large spoilers, I hope that whoever reads this still decides to read Mockingjay because I can only describe it as awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Cheers for books and being literate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Au Revoir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Monica :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-4019259385147095435?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/4019259385147095435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=4019259385147095435' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/4019259385147095435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/4019259385147095435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2010/08/mockingjay-success.html' title='Mockingjay (Success)'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-6274406784473206158</id><published>2010-08-07T02:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:21:13.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom and Getting Fat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I really don't want to get fat, but I'm not doing anything so it's inevitable.&amp;nbsp; I guess I could suppress the boredom by doing physical activities, but I never really end up getting up early enough so that I CAN do some sort of physical activity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;OH HOW I DESPISE CONFLICTING THOUGHTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I should really get up and do stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I shouldn't be blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I also shouldn't write dumb stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Alright I have a plan that I might follow, but possibly and possibly unlikely not:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eat a small breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Jog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Shoot hoops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Read for only an hour and a half&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Facebook time is limited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sims time is limited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Blogging should actually occur more often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eat snack or lunch or dinner (whatever time it is)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Shoot hoops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ride bike or something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eat a snack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Wow, what a boring life I live...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I should also get around to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Calling a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Walking somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Getting up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dancing (ew I hate dancing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;GOING SHOPPING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Doing my laundry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Organizing my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;SLEEPING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;LIKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;RIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ffe599; color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Goodnight... btw the time on the blog post probably isn't accurate, so don't believe it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Au Revoir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-6274406784473206158?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/6274406784473206158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=6274406784473206158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/6274406784473206158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/6274406784473206158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2010/08/boredom-and-getting-fat.html' title='Boredom and Getting Fat'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-5846485874558798184</id><published>2010-07-26T01:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:21:52.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Working</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh how I dislike working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ouch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Au Revoir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Monica :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-5846485874558798184?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/5846485874558798184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=5846485874558798184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/5846485874558798184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/5846485874558798184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2010/07/working.html' title='Working'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-8518551280393973796</id><published>2010-07-13T01:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:22:57.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Thoughts ... Oh Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ffe599;"&gt;Do you get that feeling&lt;/span&gt; of sadness, bittersweet emotion and an odd longing after watching something kind of sad, reading a really good book,&amp;nbsp;or listening to a&amp;nbsp;song full of depth and deeper meaning?&amp;nbsp; It's odd, and probably a result of the horomones my body seems to release quite often...&amp;nbsp; Maybe when I'm a world renound psychologist, I'll be able to properly identify the emotion.&amp;nbsp; But seriously,&amp;nbsp; it's somewhat of an addicting emotion.&amp;nbsp; I usually know when I really like a movie, book, or song when I get that feeling.&amp;nbsp; Physically, it feels like some kind of bittersweet weight in my chest.&amp;nbsp; I think it's more of a sad emotion though... because a lot of the things I like, have some sadness, sweetness, and twisted sort of love to them.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I'm weird.&amp;nbsp; Well yeah, I already know that, but still... I guess the emotion can be kind of addicting although not in a bad way.&amp;nbsp; Sudden thought.&amp;nbsp; Maybe it's nostalgia... no, because they're not actually things that happened to me.&amp;nbsp; I don't knowwwww... I wish someone could explain this to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ffe599; color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;On a lighter note...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I changed my blog URL thing, because I decided it was time for a change, although it isn't much of one, and I've accumalated some moolah from baby sitting, which I'm going to spend (waste, but for purpose) on Sims 2 games...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;How sad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I have not completely capitalized&amp;nbsp;a sentence on this whole post.&amp;nbsp; What an accomplishment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm feeling sad, and annoyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dangit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ffe599;"&gt;Au Revoir&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-8518551280393973796?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/8518551280393973796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=8518551280393973796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/8518551280393973796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/8518551280393973796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2010/07/more-thoughts-oh-joy.html' title='More Thoughts ... Oh Joy'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-3584377384992141775</id><published>2010-07-11T18:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:23:52.848-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick-ish thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;PEETA AND KATNISS ARE MEANT TO BE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;WHO THE HECK CARES ABOUT GALE?? He didn't go through all that stuff with Katniss.&amp;nbsp; He was there for her when she was in REAL trouble, and besides, HE LOVES HER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh sadness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The excrusiatingly bad thing is that this is similar to Twilight. EW.&amp;nbsp; I HATE TWILIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But now that I think of it, Jacob's sooo much better than Edward.&amp;nbsp; For one, hes real, and two, Edwards a freaking idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I actually like the main character this time too, since she can actually do things, unlike an incredibly weak piece of ______ (your choice) like Bella. Yuuuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;GALE IS A LOSER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I CAN'T BELIEVE HIM AND KATNISS SMOOOOOOOCHED.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;How unfortunate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Peeta and Katniss are the best couple in the world, and although we cannot see their characters, their babies would be deathly cute...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;How I adore the Hunger Games series... :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But how I increasingly despise the misguided fruits that are pro Katniss and Gale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;HE ISN'T EVEN DESCRIBED MUCH.&amp;nbsp; HOW CAN YOU BE CERTAIN HES AS GREAT AS YOU THINK??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Anywho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Peeta and Katniss is love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Au Revoir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Monica, who is PRO PEETA AND KATNISS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-3584377384992141775?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/3584377384992141775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=3584377384992141775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/3584377384992141775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/3584377384992141775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2010/07/quick-ish-thought.html' title='Quick-ish thought'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-3013672715173768245</id><published>2010-07-06T14:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:24:27.609-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Siblings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;As you the reader have been informed before...&amp;nbsp;I have siblings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;HOW UNFORTUNATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Jokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I like them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I might even LOOOOVE them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;But that's quite a far fetched idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Currently, they are yelling at each other and being extremely loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;SHUT UP PLEASE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;My sister was all "I'm going to go lay in your bed!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;And my brother responded with, "OKAY!" Then he chased her... probably trying to prevent this from happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I'm guessing they like to improvise with really really really odd games and competitions with each other...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Also, my sister made these instant mashed potatoes and I decided to eat them with crackers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;THAT is really odd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Now my sister said, "LOOK AT YOUR ROOM I MESSED IT UP!" to my brother and now hes going to see it... which it probably isn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Their interaction is quite funny, since I know they each have a sibling like love for one another but decide to pretend they don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;THAT IS ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Au Revoir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-3013672715173768245?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/3013672715173768245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=3013672715173768245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/3013672715173768245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/3013672715173768245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-siblings.html' title='My Siblings...'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-6922304211541064576</id><published>2010-07-05T20:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:24:53.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff I've Noticed About...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Opposite Gender (mostly teenage boys)&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; They often like to honk their FREAKING HORNS ON THEIR STUPID CARS while you're innocently walking down THE FREAKING STREET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; They also like to stare at you... while making it incredibly obvious.... unless they possess some sort of intelligence, then they just pretend not to and gaze upon you when they think you're not looking, but you're quite aware of their not so subtle move,&amp;nbsp;so it doesn't really make a difference...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; They like to act dumb a lot, or sometimes they're&amp;nbsp;really arrogant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; They (sometimes) like to pop their collars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; They get really pervy in the teenage years, unless they're one of those nice guys that are feminin themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; In the cars, they're able to slow down... and sometimes wolf whistle at you ... :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; They are the source of depression women and even some males themselves often feel because of their ability to not notice obvious gestures, their inconsideration, and daft-ness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; A large number of them like cars, which can often start a conversation with them, along with sports, Megan Fox, and rating other people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; Males enjoy rating females, because once again, they're inconsiderate nincompoops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; If they don't understand what you're saying, which is often, they'll act really dumb about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; They'll usually start noticing you if you make yourself pleasant to view &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; They're not very subtle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; Especially when they like you... or your features that you CANNOT HELP BUT HAVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Some of them are unbelievably cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Some possess ... abs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Cristiano Ronaldo is one of them.&amp;nbsp; He posesses abs, a greek-god like face, toned body, and he modeled for Armani &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;There are few positive observations...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The Female Gender (Me, and the rest of the population that aren't male):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; We like to eat food that really bad for us despite all the warnings and stupid t.v. shows about losing weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; We are sometimes very susceptible to the male charm.... which is annoying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; We are kinda CUTE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; Some of us (the annoying ones) say LEGIT 456789 in one sentence, often with LIKE before LEGIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; We usually over analyse situations that males usually don't give a second thought to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; A large percentage of us face body image issues, and have a negative perception on how we should look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; We have a lot more options that males for what to wear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; Most of the time, we have longer hair than males&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; We ( not me ... haheheheha) give out clues and hints that indicate we like a male, although they never seem to notice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; Some of us have man laughs, while others may have high pitched, to silent laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; Most of us &lt;strong&gt;should&lt;/strong&gt; resent Megan Fox because of her lack of discreetion, and subliminal message to young females that say, "Guys will only notice you if you wear revealing clothes, and make ugly faces everytime someone takes a photo of you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; Some giggle when guys are around... or if they say something "funny" which they're usually not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; Some act incredibly stupid around guys so they'll like them better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; We (me anyways) don't like being&amp;nbsp;obviously stared at by males&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; WE ARE THE BEARERS OF LIFE so appreciate us more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; Some of us cannot SHUT UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; It's hard to not feel bitchy when you're PMSing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; We don't like making you SANDWICHES DANGIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;If you rock, then say so :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Female and Male interaction&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; There are the nervous girls who try too hard to impress the guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; vice versa for the guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; There are the abnormally over-confident guys that are jerks that make fun of everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; There are the annoying cocky girls that are sluts and rude to the rest of us, and also make fun of everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; There are the ones that don't care... for both genders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; Guys like to show off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; Girls like to watch the guys show off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; Then... there are the couples that like to make out everywhere, and all the time...&amp;nbsp; They are usually the cause of discomfort among people and others usually like to avoid them.&amp;nbsp; Sorry, we don't enjoy your PDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;That wasn't really interaction... but who's reading this anyways :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The road I walk is paved in gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;To glorify my platinum soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I NEED TO GO GET READY FOR SOMETHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;dangit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Au Revoir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;p.s. What else can is known about males, females, and the interaction between both genders?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-6922304211541064576?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/6922304211541064576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=6922304211541064576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/6922304211541064576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/6922304211541064576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2010/07/stuff-ive-noticed-about.html' title='Stuff I&apos;ve Noticed About...'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-3488874436574387412</id><published>2010-07-04T15:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:25:19.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 Summer Season = Time of NO ONE's LIFE because NO ONE CARES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I feel negative at the moment.&amp;nbsp; It seems as though the summer time is an excuse for girls to post even dumber photos of themselves on facebook and give the albums incredibly unoriginal and stupid names.&amp;nbsp; I also feel incredibly bored.&amp;nbsp; I have no job, no (current) education, and nothing to dooooooooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I do not want to become a hobo!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The funny thing is, I asked my little cousin if she knew what a hobo was, and her response was something along the lines of, "A hobo is a fat man that lives on the street and drinks beer."&amp;nbsp; I found this quite hilarious, although I didn't quite show it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Bore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;From&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Lets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;To &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Cedar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Point!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Au revoir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Monicaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-3488874436574387412?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/3488874436574387412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=3488874436574387412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/3488874436574387412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/3488874436574387412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2010/07/2010-summer-season-time-of-no-ones-life.html' title='2010 Summer Season = Time of NO ONE&apos;s LIFE because NO ONE CARES'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-8171233823919561057</id><published>2010-06-17T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:25:42.979-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Cat = Koo Kitz because Kitz = kitty, only better !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;OH NO EXAMS ARE IN LESS THAN A WEEK AND I HAVEN'T STUDIED YET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I feel as though I'm going to cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;miserably&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;then drop out of high school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;then become a hobo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;that'll have to give out free hugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;in order to get any moolah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;to buy some food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;because without food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;there is no life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm just kidding, but seriously, I need to go to bed, and start my DANG REVIEW ON CRUD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;OMG I'M GOING TO FAIL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;OH SADNESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;PITEOUS PAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;LACK OF JOY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;WOE IS ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;DANG THE WORLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;DANG HIGH SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;DANG PROCRASTINATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;More sadness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;OH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;SUDDEN THOUGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I have got contacts now!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;w00t! &amp;lt;-- it looks like an owl :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Yeah, I kind of like my contacts, except for the fact that they randomly get blurry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It's quite upsetting and mucho frustrating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I wish my friend Jessica would let me access her blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Because for one, she's ma buddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and deux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;ISN'T THAT ENOUGH??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Jessica, if you ever read this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;know that you have contributed to my 11 o'clock misery and misfortune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;FEEL BAD YET?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;WELL YOU SHOULD YOU URINE DRINKER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;heheh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;eyeeeeeeeeeelooooooooooooooveeeeeeeeyouuuuuuuuuuuuuuu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;sort of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You odd drama geek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Band geeks are so much better btw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;THASS RAAAAIIIIIIIIIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ignore my improper grammer and continue on reading as I tell a wondrous story full of&amp;nbsp;adventure and more bad grammer and spelling.&amp;nbsp; It is titled :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My Life as a Cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Un-o day-o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I wasa lookin atta mice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;ands I be all ang-er-ee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;cuz dat mouse be all up in my food, ya knoe??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;den wen eet be eatin ma food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I be all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;RAWRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;not lyk a normalz kits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;RAWRZ liks a deenosorrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Den dat leetle mouse be all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;OH NOES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;den sac-urries awayz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I BE DA BEST DANG KITTY IN ALLA NEW JOISEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Ombgs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;that was the absolute worst story ever written in the span of 5 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I wonder how I pass english...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I like attempting New Jersey accents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;THOSE ARE SO SICKENINGLY COOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;THEY'RE LIKE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;:o:o:o:o:o:o:o:o:o:o:o:o:o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I love life and various greekgod like soccerplays&amp;nbsp;introbyTANYAAA&amp;nbsp;(CR &amp;lt;3),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Au Revoir (I probably failed my listening exam),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Monica (koo kitz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-8171233823919561057?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/8171233823919561057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=8171233823919561057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/8171233823919561057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/8171233823919561057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2010/06/cool-cat-koo-kitz-because-kitz-kitty.html' title='Cool Cat = Koo Kitz because Kitz = kitty, only better !'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-6587657983548222345</id><published>2010-05-29T14:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:26:21.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From Band Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I have returned &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;unscathed&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;not raped&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;DISAPPOINTING&amp;nbsp;ISN'T IT? FOR YOU SICKOS OUT THERE ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But for real, I really did like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We went to Canada's Wonderland and I went on the Behemoth twice (along with a bunch of other rides) in which I threw my hands up right away as we were going down the big slope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Ha, I'm such a rebel &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;(only not).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;At the actual band camp there was ghost stories, Bloody Murder (the game played in the woods in which I didn't get caught), a water fight (bleh), touch football (girls vs. guys ... girls lost), a really stupid scary movie called The Descent, food that required an&amp;nbsp;acquired&amp;nbsp;taste, capture the flag, and a lot of band practices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We managed to get second when we preformed, but we still kind of sucked, because I messed up the stupid sax solo since I didn't even know it was an actual performance ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #e06666;"&gt;OMB FML IHTFW&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Recently :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- we have lilac coloured flowers in our garden *gasp-eth*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- I have an incredibly bad tan line in which I'll somehow need to fix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- it's really sunny outside and that makes me happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- I'm bored and I wish I had something to do ... besides homework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;AU REVOIR MES AMIS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ffd966; color: #666666;"&gt;Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;the band camp geek&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/6362034118580874032-6587657983548222345?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/6587657983548222345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=6587657983548222345' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/6587657983548222345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/6587657983548222345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2010/05/back-from-band-camp.html' title='Back From Band Camp'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-2779663684092246987</id><published>2010-05-25T16:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:26:47.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Band Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;So I will be heading off to band camp for three days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;NOTHING IS GOING TO HAPPEN TO ME I&amp;nbsp;GUARANTEE YOU THAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Why do people keep assuming that'll I'll get raped?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;If I get raped though, I'd end up disowned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;That would really suck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;AU REVOIR AND UNTIL AFTER BAND CAMP,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Monica (who still needs to pack and get everything ready ...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-2779663684092246987?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/2779663684092246987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=2779663684092246987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/2779663684092246987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/2779663684092246987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2010/05/band-camp.html' title='Band Camp'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-6862459988802590198</id><published>2010-05-24T02:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:29:45.354-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ew ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am feeling:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- annoyed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- sleepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- like I should brush my teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I dislike (still) (it's only been about twenty minutes since the last post... heheh):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- the word legit ... it sounds so stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- stupid people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- going places with people who don't talk to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- 87&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- BA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- PEETA AND KATNISS FOR LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- pragmatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- lonely?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wish:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- I could've gotten another shirt today but then I'd feel worse for spending the money of my rents... *guilty face* (what does a guilty face look like?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- I could understand the things in my life that don't make sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- I could think of something else I want... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I NEED:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- to brush my teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- to brush my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- to tan my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- to do some cardio training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- to STOP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;AU REVOIR,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Je dois aller!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;MONICA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-6862459988802590198?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/6862459988802590198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=6862459988802590198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/6862459988802590198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/6862459988802590198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2010/05/ew.html' title='Ew ...'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-3113369172776031874</id><published>2010-05-24T01:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:30:32.259-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid People</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really dislike people who aren't mentally retarded but act like it anyways... Why you may ask? Because they freakin' get on my nerves. USE YOUR BRAIN. THAT'S WHY YOU HAVE ONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I also really dislike rude, annoying, hoe-ish and dumb people who try to prove their smart but can't because they have a mental deficiency...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm in an annoyed and angry mood because this one person provokes it in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not claiming I'm some kind of genius, but I'm not THAT stupid ... unlike them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;PSHAW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tired sleepiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They spelled retarded wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and called someone else "retarted"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*face of exasperation and the urge to slap the idiot*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went shopping :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;AU REVOIR MES AMIS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;MONICA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Je ecrirai plus demain... peut-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;" title=""&gt;être...&lt;br /&gt;(I'm not sure if that's grammatically correct in French)&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/6362034118580874032-3113369172776031874?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/3113369172776031874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=3113369172776031874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/3113369172776031874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/3113369172776031874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2010/05/stupid-people.html' title='Stupid People'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-4642868873310386737</id><published>2010-05-09T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:31:13.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Owl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am a night owl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;But I dislike being one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;because then the next morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I have to get up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;and go to my educational facility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;and then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I usually nod off during certain courses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;UGHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's definitely not a good thing and I might be slowly killing myself by continuing this way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I ALSO MIGHT BE CONTRIBUTING TO MY LOSS OF MEMORY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Thats kind of annoying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Along with other things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Like people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;and what they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm actually not in a bad mood or anything right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;But I've decided that in 2010, I must start posting more since it's a year with an even number, and also because it's almost the summer and I have like NOOOOOO extra curricular activities to do *sadness*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I really need to finish up some homework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;oh no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I also need to study for some things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;but I kind of already know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;and it's not really that hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;since I'm pretty sure my teacher for that course loves me and all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;but not in that sick sort of sense because for one, she's also a female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;and twooo ... I think she just thinks I'm a good student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I seem to have that effect on teachers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Maybe it's because I'm asian?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Or maybe it's because I'm awesome?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Most likely because I'm brilliant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sometimes I have these fantastic moments of utter genius that make me so grateful I'm not an idiot, I smile on the outside!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;THINGS I SHOULD MENTION TOO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;- I don't like Twilight anymore ... I've probably mentioned that, but I dislike it with a passion now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;- If you come across this you should spread it to your friends because it's kind of awesome (but only if you like it, and only if you REALLY think so)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;- I may possibly have flat feet (grr)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;- I like the movie "Remember the Titans"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;- I still have those dumb girly emotions (grr x2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;- I hate when I lose my cheese grater, and instead I have to use my abs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Jokes, all complete jokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;AU REVOIR,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;MONICA (who has French this semester :D )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-4642868873310386737?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/4642868873310386737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=4642868873310386737' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/4642868873310386737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/4642868873310386737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2010/05/night-owl.html' title='Night Owl'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-1253356385213659652</id><published>2010-05-09T00:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:32:38.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Under Over Achiever = ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;Despite doing quite well in things that are of moderate importance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;I'M STILL AN UNDER-ACHIEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;:( (in my terms)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;Sadness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;Also, I think :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;- I need to start sounding intellectual again because lately I've been sounding like someone with schizophrenia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;- My teeth are getting somewhat crooked again because at some unfortunate points in time I forgot to wear my retainer D: D: D: D: D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;- I've been severely neglecting my blog because I've been being a hobo and being ... hobo-like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;- I need to reconsider talking so meanly about hobo's because that is quite mean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;THAT IS ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;For now anyhow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;SO TODAY'S MY SISTER'S BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;YUY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;AND SHE'S NOW ... OLDER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;obviously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;But still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;She's the photo genius that created my wondrous banner :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;She's kind of a hobo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;well actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;HOBA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;Because that is what female hobo's are called&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;And the hobo society (as unfortunate as they are)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;Are called "Hobians"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;Yes, I'm quite aware that I sound like a total idiot that severely needs to be admitted to a psych&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;ward, but at the time, those were some rather BRILLIANT words of wisdom :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;I also made it up with the sisterrrrrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;UPDATES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;- I need to get a summer job (ew)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;- I need to start running (jogging) to get into better shape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;- I need to get high grades in MY EDUCATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;- I need to buy some shorts, sandals and new shirts because my wardrobe is in serious need of updating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;- I need a haircut because my hair is getting ridiculously long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;PROBLEMS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;- stupid males&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;- people who whistle at you when you walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;- the male gender in general because they reek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;(not literally [depending on the person] but colloquially because they cause me to get aggravated and nervous D: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;LISTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;ARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;AS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;TYPING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;LIKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;WITH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;CAPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;LOCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;I also like making virtual people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;And the Sims 2 still ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;Je veux etre magnific et formidable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;Je veux parler avec mes amies sur le telephone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;Je suis alle a le CN TOWER et j'ai vu EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm still learning French, and I'm getting better, but because I keep forgetting some freakin' words, not much obviously :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;AU REVOIR MES AMIS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;MONICA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-1253356385213659652?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/1253356385213659652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=1253356385213659652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/1253356385213659652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/1253356385213659652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2010/05/under-over-achiever-me.html' title='An Under Over Achiever = ME'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-7891957160552904334</id><published>2010-03-22T22:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:33:09.552-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OOPS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;So I haven't posted anything in many months...&lt;br /&gt;OOPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;My apologies to those who even bother reading this ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;hahhahahhaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;I don't have braces anymore!&lt;br /&gt;WOOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;But I'm not going to post pictures or anything because that would be setting myself up for bad things...&lt;br /&gt;Again, I must apologize...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO !&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING FOR THE LAST COUPLE (?) OR FEW (?) MONTHS???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;Au Revoir (I still like french...),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-7891957160552904334?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/7891957160552904334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=7891957160552904334' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/7891957160552904334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/7891957160552904334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2010/03/oops.html' title='OOPS'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-5045363097771557353</id><published>2009-12-01T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:33:35.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;So Tomorrow I will be getting my BRACES of disastrous social-interacting off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;MAYBE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;WHY MUST THE DANG ORTHODONTIST PEOPLE TELL ME THAT I &lt;em&gt;MIGHT &lt;/em&gt;BE GETTING THEM OFF, THEN TELLING ME THAT I &lt;em&gt;AM &lt;/em&gt;GETTING THEM OFF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;Why must they be so cruel???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;Or actually... confusing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm going to make a before and after! Maybe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;SEE IT ALL DEPENDS ON THEIR DANG DECISION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT EFFECT DO YOU HAVE ON PEOPLE??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm not particulary sure with mine. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;Au Revoir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;the POSSIBLY normal-ish girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;MONICA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-5045363097771557353?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/5045363097771557353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=5045363097771557353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/5045363097771557353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/5045363097771557353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2009/12/maybe.html' title='Maybe?'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-884087673790973798</id><published>2009-11-20T18:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:34:29.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Discoveries!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;This Night, and actually a couple of minutes ago, I made the greatest discovery (in my opinion).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;What I thought was actually a larger sized Bakugon or however the heck you spell it, that was by the door near my room, was actually in fact a blue bouncy ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really bouncy too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;None of these are innuendos of any sort... by the way... for you weirdos out there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;Au Revoir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;Monica ... the happy finder :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-884087673790973798?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/884087673790973798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=884087673790973798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/884087673790973798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/884087673790973798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2009/11/discoveries.html' title='Discoveries!'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-6186547439347250565</id><published>2009-11-13T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:40:17.165-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;Today is that day... Yes the day where a few hundred thousand people don't even say the name because it could possibly result in bad luck for the rest of your LIFE! Actually, I don't know but I like to think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;I Like Fridays! Yay for Fridays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;I am Hungry, but that usually results in disaster... mostly because I eat too much and then I need to drink a ton of water or else all the food gets lodged in my throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;Google Maps is a super stalker like contraption that will one day be banned because you can look at beaches in Hawaii and California, and see EVERYTHING from street view, or just everything from almost anywhere in general. It was unfortunate though that at the beaches, I couldn't see any people, or SURFERS! My life is so full of misfortune... not really... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;I like songs that are catchy... but unfortunately degrading and &lt;em&gt;tres&lt;/em&gt; disrespectful to women... or just very kind of crude... BUT THOSE ARE ALL THE GOOD SONGS!?!?!?!??! Why must life do this to US FEMALES?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;Those types of songs would:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;1) Sexy Bitch - ft. Akon but is REALLY BY David Guetta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;2) 3 - Britney Spears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;3) I Know You Want Me - Pitbull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;4) Caribou Lou - Tech N9ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;5) Blame It - Jamie Foxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;6) Sexy Can I - Ray J ft. Yung Berg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;and possibly a lot more songs, but I am unfortunately too hungry to search for more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;The reason I am not going to eat something, is because I feel sick of noodles and all my mother made to eat was 3 different types of speghetti like meals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;I fly like paper . Get high like planes . If you catch me in the border . I got Visas in my name . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;Nooooooooooooooooooo. I do not fly like paper and get high like planes .. If you catch me in the border I'll probably have my birth certificate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;Are you shallow? When it comes to finding your own personal &lt;em&gt;amour&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;I just might possibly be... although I'm not searching, just admiring !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;hehehehehehhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;That was not a girly giggle of weirdness, it was a Monica Laugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;I DISLIKE MATHEMATICS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;AU REVOIR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;MONICA, the girl who gets to get lots of sleep tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-6186547439347250565?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/6186547439347250565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=6186547439347250565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/6186547439347250565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/6186547439347250565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2009/11/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-1704267224665059280</id><published>2009-11-10T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:45:06.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;Am&lt;br /&gt;Tired&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;Need&lt;br /&gt;Sleep&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;Am&lt;br /&gt;Going&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;In&lt;br /&gt;French&lt;br /&gt;Monica&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;br /&gt;Tired&lt;br /&gt;Teenager&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/6362034118580874032-1704267224665059280?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/1704267224665059280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=1704267224665059280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/1704267224665059280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/1704267224665059280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2009/11/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-4334272120489511332</id><published>2009-10-05T19:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:45:48.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Normality?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;Is that even a word? Do I want to be less hyper and somewhat normal?&lt;br /&gt;I DON"T KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to answer the unanswerable questions with a blog entry?&lt;br /&gt;Gosh Monica, you silly goose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;Why doesn't your keyboard work properly?&lt;br /&gt;DARN IT MONICA, I TOLD YA I DUNNO.&lt;br /&gt;Likeee ohhmagawshhhh Moniicaaa... donntchaa hatee itt whenn peopleee tyypee lyyke thiss onn facebookkk and mssnnnn?????&lt;br /&gt;Like fer shure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;Don't you know you spelt that wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;YEAH DAWG.&lt;br /&gt;Are you actually like this at school-eth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;Not particularly, depending on who I'm with, how much sleep I got at night, and if I actually decide to say those quite weird thoughts outloud.&lt;br /&gt;Why the heck are you talking to yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;Because I'm a lonely person with only a sister and half-brother half-monkey to talk to...&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that you started your sentence with a because and you're not actually supposed to do that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;Yes... yes I do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;So I really don't have anything to say.. that's worth listening to ... HEHEHEHEH&lt;br /&gt;That was not random at all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;It reminds me of nigahiga...&lt;br /&gt;I Might Be Getting my Braces off Soon. YUY&lt;br /&gt;I should really be doing my homework, although it's practically nothing...&lt;br /&gt;Who actually reads my blog? If you do, you should sign the comment box thing and be like: MONICA IS KITTY OF THE UNIVERSE, since Steph and Z seem to think so...&lt;br /&gt;But I bet that's like only two.. hehehheheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;It makes me giggle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;Au Revoir,&lt;br /&gt;MONICA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-4334272120489511332?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/4334272120489511332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=4334272120489511332' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/4334272120489511332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/4334272120489511332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2009/10/normality.html' title='Normality?'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-6205511026998253593</id><published>2009-09-18T20:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T13:17:27.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-Depression!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I made the basketball team..&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!&lt;br /&gt;I don't think the two people in my blogging world have any clue how relieved I am.&lt;br /&gt;Like seriouslyyyyyyyyyy. :)&lt;br /&gt;:) :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;That's how happy I'm still feeling, after find out about it this morning!&lt;br /&gt;And I HAVE NO HOMEWORK THIS WEEKEND!&lt;br /&gt;YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!&lt;br /&gt;I am rather enthusiastic aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;HEHHEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;I tend to type with a lot of caps and with a good number of too much letters, but that's just&lt;br /&gt;me expressing my happiness.&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;I also think I might have done pretty well on my Math Test.&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe, since it wasn't really even that hard at all...&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;I'm never usually this Happy, Giddy, and Fully of Content!&lt;br /&gt;It's so STRANGE.&lt;br /&gt;Just like how even my cousin noticed that I was mean to guys... heheh... I didn't really realize that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm a strange person... but I'm a &lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt;, strange person, which is what counts the most. :)&lt;br /&gt;I still have ice-cream cake left from my birthday, which was on the twelfth!&lt;br /&gt;YAY! I LIKE CAKE, ESPECIALLY ICE-CREAM CAKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Anyhow... I have got to do some stuff, like not important stuff.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;Au Revoir,&lt;br /&gt;Monica :)&lt;br /&gt;p.s. How many smiley faces can you count in this whole post?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-6205511026998253593?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/6205511026998253593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=6205511026998253593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/6205511026998253593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/6205511026998253593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2009/09/non-depression.html' title='Non-Depression!'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-8767295186441005226</id><published>2009-09-10T18:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T13:16:55.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;My arm, back, butt, (heehee) and ham strings are currently aching... because of stupid excersizing which is good, but makes me really sweaty and exhausted..&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, I'm kind of glad I ache, and that is because it will make me in better shape so I hopefully make the basketball team..&lt;br /&gt;If I don't, then I'm not really sure what I'm going to do.. maybe go into a depressed state of shock, anger and contempt for all organized sports..&lt;br /&gt;I dunno..&lt;br /&gt;High school isn't all that's cracked up to be. Like a certain someone wanted, it's not full of drama, danger and "cute" pcychopaths, but I have met some nice people.&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the weird blonde people, and guys who have seriously deformed laughs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;My school is not very diverse. I swear, the place I live has a caucasian percentage of 87%, although it's not a bad thing. :) There are some very cool people who are not asian, but rock, are talkative and funny.&lt;br /&gt;Some people in my math class are really dumb. GAH. It made it annoyed to listen to their meaningless (yet somewhat funny) banter on how to FREAKING ADD DECIMALS. Holy Shiste. That is so fifth grade.&lt;br /&gt;I mean serioussssslyyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;I think they were trying to be funny though. Maybe their not really that agrivating.&lt;br /&gt;I still dunno.&lt;br /&gt;I want someone to buy me a cookie. I WANT A COOKIE. Hey Person on Blogger that I consider one of my Bestest Buddies in THE MATRIX ( ha..ha..ha.. movie nerd, weird Asian humour), maybe tomorrow, the day before my birthday, you can buy me a cookie? That would be so cool.&lt;br /&gt;Although if Hershey Bar bought me one, I'd die inside of happiness, but there's a 0.0000001% that he will, and it sucks. LIFE IS SO UNFAIR.&lt;br /&gt;I think that after you get to the age of teenage-dom, and if you're a girl, you start noticing the opposite gender more often, and can't help but stare if a certain someone happens to pass by... or like Jenny said, if a random hot guy takes off his shirt..&lt;br /&gt;heeheheheheheh&lt;br /&gt;These silly girl emotion are driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;GO AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END OF WEIRD THOUGHTLESS RANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir (I wish I had French This Semester),&lt;br /&gt;Monica :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-8767295186441005226?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/8767295186441005226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=8767295186441005226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/8767295186441005226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/8767295186441005226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2009/09/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-8855469491825001160</id><published>2009-09-06T09:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T13:16:22.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts really soon...&lt;br /&gt;Like in two days...&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go back to school...&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, I do...&lt;br /&gt;And that's only because of a dumb reason...&lt;br /&gt;GAH...&lt;br /&gt;Shallow girly emotions are extremely exhausting...&lt;br /&gt;Why must this happen to me now?&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Brother is a Mama's Boy...&lt;br /&gt;Like Seriouslyyyyyyyyy...&lt;br /&gt;My Sister is Daddy's Little Girl...&lt;br /&gt;I'm the unloved child...&lt;br /&gt;No not really... I'm just ... neglected?&lt;br /&gt;Also not really... I'm just Miss Independent...&lt;br /&gt;Or I neglect the love of those who love me?&lt;br /&gt;I am confused... and I need some new black running shoes because I like black shoes now...&lt;br /&gt;WHY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I actually got up at an early enough time to go on the computer before my younger sibling, which resulted in my extreme boredom...&lt;br /&gt;And breakfast...&lt;br /&gt;Yum...&lt;br /&gt;My brother is singing to himself... that's kinda weird...&lt;br /&gt;And mumbling weirdly to me about something... that I can't comprehend...&lt;br /&gt;WHY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Tanya's Number One Fan on Facebook... Hahahahahahahah....&lt;br /&gt;InuYasha is cool yo...&lt;br /&gt;Although some characters in the manga might be somewhat harlot like...&lt;br /&gt;but then again... look at Bleach...&lt;br /&gt;LiKe SeRiOuSly O.o ...&lt;br /&gt;How the freaking heck do people constantly type like that???&lt;br /&gt;Sexist family... although I am getting my breakfast now...&lt;br /&gt;I've been sneezing a lot lately...&lt;br /&gt;My nostril sinuses (maybe) are being extremely sensative...&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy drinking tomatoe juice... sometimes I drink it when I get hungry because it is extremely filling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir, at an Extremely Early (for me) time in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-8855469491825001160?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/8855469491825001160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=8855469491825001160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/8855469491825001160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/8855469491825001160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2009/09/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-7447237826068088118</id><published>2009-08-27T21:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T13:15:04.229-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Animals I Like</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I like ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;CATS.&lt;br /&gt;MONKEYS.&lt;br /&gt;PUPPIES.&lt;br /&gt;TIGERS.&lt;br /&gt;PANDAS.&lt;br /&gt;PIGLETS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many more animals for some odd, odd reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InuYasha is a half Youkai ... which is a half-demon, which is a half dog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I call people animal names... I don't know why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dislike eating pork when it's from the asian store or when it's off from the fried pig that still has it's head... EW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to like cats a lot that I really wanted one... and I kept asking my parents for one... and kind of used to play with this neighbourhood cat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt used to have this dog named Cohnan... he liked to lick my feet when I had socks on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like cute pictures of animals... for some crazy reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I tend to make high pitched "AWWWWW!" sounds (in my head... or out loud) when I see cute animals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like spelling monkey like MUNKEE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is the Panada Snake... btw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;My sister is the Tiger Monkey... or Monkey Tiger... I don't remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the last one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal wise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister made an ice-cream sandwhich... and she scooped too much ice-cream... So we had two sandwhiches already... it's time for the third... because the bowl's still full... what a silly kitty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like refering to cats as kitties... or kats... with a K...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired... I don't want to go back to school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARN IT ALL TO HECK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Alex the Lion once stated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AU REVOIR...&lt;br /&gt;Monica the animal adorer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-7447237826068088118?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/7447237826068088118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=7447237826068088118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/7447237826068088118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/7447237826068088118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2009/08/animals-i-like.html' title='Animals I Like'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-7991449400138644447</id><published>2009-08-27T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T13:13:13.274-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Leetle Genius</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;My seester is a minature photography genius that edited my header pour moi!&lt;br /&gt;Although she's only an inch shorter than me... she's still coo and wants some credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like munkees.. and she thinks monkeys will one day rule the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;Monica and Mohinder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I love my sister. Most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. Her name's not really Mohinder... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-7991449400138644447?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/7991449400138644447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=7991449400138644447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/7991449400138644447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/7991449400138644447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2009/08/leetle-genius.html' title='A Leetle Genius'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-6820358848804288122</id><published>2009-08-24T14:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T13:11:18.028-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FAIL ( at making sense ) ( with the SIBS )</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;She thinks she's a failure. AT DDR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't change anything on the stupid game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorant sibling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thinks that monkeys will rule the earth one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, the silly goosling makes me proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I thought she was on standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made an interesting contraption that is unknown to the human species...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Jack has a catchy song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fails at standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thinks she sucks at standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got me looking so crazy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a slow song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's on standard this time... I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not completely failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a silly MUNKEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants to feed the fish after they get back from KARATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said we have to feed the yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a silly little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turtles eat meal worms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gross to the power of infinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weird contraption is now weirder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got through the whole song, but she still got a D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she's playing Genie in a Bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thinks it's too easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thinks she's not failing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says she is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAWL. Ew. I hate that. WHY DON'T PEOPLE JUST SAY LOL ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAWL = LOL = LAUGH OUT LOUD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a bunch of ignoramuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She now thinks she didn't fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got a D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Monkey Tiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir,&lt;br /&gt;Says the Monkey Tiger, Panda Snake, and Turtle Piggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also. If this didn't make any sence to you.. .then don't worry. I'd be more worried if you DID understand this... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-6820358848804288122?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/6820358848804288122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=6820358848804288122' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/6820358848804288122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/6820358848804288122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2009/08/fail-at-making-sense-with-sibs.html' title='FAIL ( at making sense ) ( with the SIBS )'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-2777040378547890311</id><published>2009-08-10T19:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T13:09:54.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CURRENTLY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;AT the moment, I am currently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- typing words onto a blog-like item thing that doubles as MY LIFE STORY&lt;br /&gt;- admitting that this isn't really my life story&lt;br /&gt;- playing bloons tower defense 3 because I am cool like that&lt;br /&gt;- hoping that I'll get my stupid dang iditoic candy and corn eating restrictor off&lt;br /&gt;- watching over my cousin named AJA who is half-ASIAN, and my brother OF the SAME age who is sleeping&lt;br /&gt;- listening to a song from Shrek 2&lt;br /&gt;- wearing clothing, but that's pretty obvious&lt;br /&gt;- thinking of something to watch on youtube...&lt;br /&gt;- now listening to Knock You Down by Keri Hilson featuring KANYE WEST and NE-YO&lt;br /&gt;- thinking how cool Kanye West is... because his name is Kanye&lt;br /&gt;- scratching a mosquito bite&lt;br /&gt;- remembering how British folk or maybe even AUSTALIAN people call moquito bites, mozzy bites&lt;br /&gt;- annoyed by the pain in my left cheek bone and raw flesh in my mouth where my braces and teeth accidentally bit into the inside of my mouth&lt;br /&gt;- enjoying the A/C which my father FINALLY turned on&lt;br /&gt;- deciding that I will type about something different and is brain storming at the same time as she types this because she can multitask greatly even though it's not that good for people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might lose interest in things too easily. Really. I can't help it, but it's just that some books have boring parts which (obviously) bore me to a depressing state, so I skim ahead and find out a bunch of other things that happen to the characters in the book. Kids these days have more disorders (like Attention Deficet Disorder and ADHD) than the kids (our parents...) back then. Can you develop ADD with time? I hope not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looooooooooove the song Missing You by The Black Eyed Peas. And Body Language by Jesse McCartney, although some of the lyrics are degrading to women. Seriously... but then again, a lot of good things come with consequences and flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight Homes, I Be Goin' Now. Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir,&lt;br /&gt;Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-2777040378547890311?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/2777040378547890311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=2777040378547890311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/2777040378547890311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/2777040378547890311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2009/08/currently.html' title='CURRENTLY'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-533015296551762218</id><published>2009-08-02T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T13:09:01.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jude Law</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I hate Jude Law. Sure someone that I know may think he's cute just because the sight of him doesn't cause one to convulse with dry heaves, and because he has a British accent, but seriously, the guy is such a freakin' man whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir,&lt;br /&gt;Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-533015296551762218?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/533015296551762218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=533015296551762218' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/533015296551762218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/533015296551762218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2009/08/jude-law.html' title='Jude Law'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-6127996191681453859</id><published>2009-07-28T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T13:04:53.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid Summer Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Alright, so nothing really maddening is going on to make the middle of summer so MAD, but the boredom has been getting to my head, and so have those sugary yet oh-so-delightful Tim Horton's timbits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho. I've been doing pretty much nothing for the last month, except those oh so fun excursions with my friends, which was for about a week, of the second week of July, and then SOMEBODY couldn't go to someone else's BIRTHDAY PARTY, and then got GROUNDED for TWO weeks, and I had FAMILY sleeping over for a WEEK, then my PARENTS went to a wedding where there was free BOOZE, which all resulted in utter CHAOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ndTitanLady on youtube, is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have croissant senses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have peach yohgurt in the fridge! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once flashed the asian gang sign... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing else to blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AU REVOIR.&lt;br /&gt;MONICA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-6127996191681453859?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/6127996191681453859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=6127996191681453859' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/6127996191681453859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/6127996191681453859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2009/07/mid-summer-madness.html' title='Mid Summer Madness'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-7229315655781486272</id><published>2009-07-01T20:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T13:04:13.805-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The First for the Thirtieth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;Today is Canada Day.&lt;br /&gt;Today is also the day I should post my 30th blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;Why you may ask.&lt;br /&gt;Just because, I will respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer has been so incredibly boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most enjoyable thing I do everyday would be shooting hoops.&lt;br /&gt;As in basketball hoops.&lt;br /&gt;And then stupid neighbours that I don't even know, ruin it. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, life is pretty dull.&lt;br /&gt;I want to pick tomatoes to get some cash.&lt;br /&gt;I need new shorts.&lt;br /&gt;I also need someone to do something with.&lt;br /&gt;AH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a poem, of boredom, angst, and wicked annoyance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time,&lt;br /&gt;In a land far away,&lt;br /&gt;Lived a girl with poofy hair,&lt;br /&gt;and Endless long days.&lt;br /&gt;Her blog was empty,&lt;br /&gt;Of comments or remarks,&lt;br /&gt;So she set off on a journey,&lt;br /&gt;To sing with the larks.&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine, Moonlight,&lt;br /&gt;Breezy summer days,&lt;br /&gt;Lonica the girl,&lt;br /&gt;Was trapped in a maze.&lt;br /&gt;Lost in a world,&lt;br /&gt;Of no A.C.&lt;br /&gt;Of Confused emotions,&lt;br /&gt;Never having been stung by a bee...&lt;br /&gt;Losing touch,&lt;br /&gt;With reality and such,&lt;br /&gt;She decided to end,&lt;br /&gt;IT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't mean that Lonica was going to committ suicide, because she wouldn't consider anything quite that drastic, or for a matter of fact, stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I sometimes over exagerate things and can be overly dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is WEDNESDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir,&lt;br /&gt;Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-7229315655781486272?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/7229315655781486272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=7229315655781486272' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/7229315655781486272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/7229315655781486272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-for-thirtieth.html' title='The First for the Thirtieth!'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-4237081436074769286</id><published>2009-06-29T11:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T13:03:31.048-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Hilarious Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Go to this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pollstar.com/blogs/news/archive/2009/06/17/673595.aspx" style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Swift = T-Swizzle.&lt;br /&gt;Watch the video.&lt;br /&gt;Which in all...&lt;br /&gt;is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir,&lt;br /&gt;Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-4237081436074769286?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/4237081436074769286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=4237081436074769286' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/4237081436074769286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/4237081436074769286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-hilarious-randomness.html' title='More Hilarious Randomness'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-1123152116424649090</id><published>2009-06-28T21:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T13:03:11.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Hilarious-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Today, I spent 3 hours washing my hands to get the pony out of the soap bar. I'm 16. FML&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fmylife.com/" style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;www.fmylife.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;I actually laughed.&lt;br /&gt;Inside and Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir,&lt;br /&gt;Monica&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/6362034118580874032-1123152116424649090?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/1123152116424649090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=1123152116424649090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/1123152116424649090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/1123152116424649090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-hilarious-ness.html' title='Random Hilarious-ness'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-7660731343541320084</id><published>2009-06-28T21:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T13:02:48.262-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like Lists :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;You know you need help when...&lt;br /&gt;- You Obsess&lt;br /&gt;- You Feel Possessed&lt;br /&gt;- You Can't Stop Thinking About &lt;strong&gt;That Thing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You Either Adore or Despise it to the MAXIMUM POINT&lt;br /&gt;- You Make Randomness and Unpredictableness part of your everyday life&lt;br /&gt;Those sort of things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you feel bored when...&lt;br /&gt;- You Make Random and Unpredictable blog entries about lists&lt;br /&gt;- You Make Lists&lt;br /&gt;- You Capitalize words that Shouldn't Be Capitalized&lt;br /&gt;- You can't Stop Moving your legs.&lt;br /&gt;- You glance upon the world with Annoyance and Wonder.&lt;br /&gt;- You go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fmylife.com/" style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;www.fmylife.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;- You go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/" style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;www.gurl.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;- You go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urtak.com/" style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;www.urtak.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;- You go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.ca/" style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;www.google.ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt; and type in things to reduce boredom&lt;br /&gt;- You Google google...&lt;br /&gt;Those kind of things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you genuinely love somebody when...&lt;br /&gt;- On Second thought, I don't really love... like LOOOOOVE somebody other than my family, relatives and friends in that friend like sort of manor.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hopeless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you are a total Asian Sterotype when...&lt;br /&gt;- You type in complete sentences... even on MSN!&lt;br /&gt;- You have glasses&lt;br /&gt;- You have braces&lt;br /&gt;- People think you're smart&lt;br /&gt;- You don't always contract words&lt;br /&gt;- You're somewhat smart or pretty good at what you do&lt;br /&gt;- You enjoy school or don't really mind it&lt;br /&gt;- You enjoy reading books&lt;br /&gt;- You know you're just that good :)&lt;br /&gt;- You have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dictionary.com/" style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;www.dictionary.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt; as a favourite to look up words you don't know&lt;br /&gt;- You have your own personal thesaurus&lt;br /&gt;- You spell favourite, colour, practice and other words properly (or that canadian way...)&lt;br /&gt;- You know more than one way to say you're disgusted and you know more than three ways to call someone a Man Whore.&lt;br /&gt;- You actually enjoy speaking the not so vast knowledge of French you know...&lt;br /&gt;Guilty as charged... (Somewhat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you're&lt;strong&gt; really&lt;/strong&gt; bored when...&lt;br /&gt;- You decide to end this post... in a list like manor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT A NERD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir,&lt;br /&gt;Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-7660731343541320084?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/7660731343541320084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=7660731343541320084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/7660731343541320084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/7660731343541320084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-like-lists.html' title='I Like Lists :)'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-5358247342694883743</id><published>2009-06-16T21:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T13:01:45.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Singing Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;I decided that once again, I would use paragraphs and proper sentences, because I'm graduating, feeling excited, and FREE. I also love that feeling I get after I read a good book. That warm, fuzzy feeling that makes you want to say, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AWWWWWW&lt;/span&gt;!!!" really loudly and put your hands against your heart. That would be the singing heart part of this post-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;eth&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Coming across actual great books, that make everything seem wonderful, is challenging. Sometimes I have these weeks or even months where I read a bunch of books, but I never really finish them because I lose interest or because they're just not that great. I don't like those times of my life. They're so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;Lately though, I came across this wonderfully heart-warming book called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shug&lt;/span&gt;, by Jenny Han, (who is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;asian&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hehehehhe&lt;/span&gt;) which was actually suggested to me by my sister. I think that some of the best books I've read, are the ones I don't expect much from. I love the surprises and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;magnificentness&lt;/span&gt; of it all.&lt;br /&gt;Another topic though, would be how I randomly speak Shakespearean, or think it in my mind. I find it slightly hilarious that I do this, mostly because of how I only read the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Manga&lt;/span&gt; version of Romeo and Juliet, and Hamlet. Yes, I'm a geek, but I did like the Hamlet one. He's a prince. From Denmark. Who dies. Why must all Shakespeare plays end tragically??&lt;br /&gt;Why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;doust&lt;/span&gt; thou do-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;eth&lt;/span&gt; that? I don't even speak-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;eth&lt;/span&gt; Shakespearean properly. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;GAH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I still like Peach Yogurt. I actually had some this week... just to let you know... and I enjoyed it... very much... yum.&lt;br /&gt;Genetically modified food is BAD.&lt;br /&gt;Stem Cell Research is BAD.&lt;br /&gt;Destiny Hope Cyrus is STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;Random Outbursts of Nothingness is AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Revoir&lt;/span&gt; for now,&lt;br /&gt;MONICA!&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/6362034118580874032-5358247342694883743?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/5358247342694883743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=5358247342694883743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/5358247342694883743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/5358247342694883743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2009/06/singing-heart.html' title='A Singing Heart'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-8302602046885591350</id><published>2009-06-03T19:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T13:02:09.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom and More Randomness of June</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day,&lt;br /&gt;I became,&lt;br /&gt;Even More,&lt;br /&gt;ANNOYED.&lt;br /&gt;Why,&lt;br /&gt;you may ask?&lt;br /&gt;There is no reason why,&lt;br /&gt;I don't like watery apple pie.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though,&lt;br /&gt;you need brown sugar for it,&lt;br /&gt;because then the APPLES&lt;br /&gt;STICK TOGETHER,&lt;br /&gt;LIKE your tongue sticking to&lt;br /&gt;a cold pole,&lt;br /&gt;on a cold,&lt;br /&gt;day,&lt;br /&gt;in the beginning,&lt;br /&gt;of JANUARY.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have&lt;br /&gt;PROPER SENTENCES ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;WHY???&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GAH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ARGH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PFTTTTTTTT&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;From everything,&lt;br /&gt;like school,&lt;br /&gt;sports,&lt;br /&gt;dumb grossly weird couples,&lt;br /&gt;and ugly tests that I'm probably going to fail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DANGET&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ARHGAFGhjafgjaljfgjf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must life be so dull and painful?&lt;br /&gt;Like my supposed first impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ARGHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You know what?&lt;br /&gt;When you see my face,&lt;br /&gt;Hope it gives you Hell,&lt;br /&gt;When you walk my way,&lt;br /&gt;Hope it gives you hell,&lt;br /&gt;When you find a man that worth a damn and treats you well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;akjgfadl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kanye&lt;/span&gt; West lost his soul to a woman so heartless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ohhhhh&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;How could you be so,&lt;br /&gt;Cold as the winter wind when it breeze yo?&lt;br /&gt;And more...&lt;br /&gt;How rad is your dad?&lt;br /&gt;My dad's pretty rad.&lt;br /&gt;That's why hes my dad.&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;I'm also even more confused about things today, and I have this weird feeling that won't go away.&lt;br /&gt;WHY???&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes random things that I read are so incredibly sweet, it makes me get that feeling of loveliness... Like this video at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWNYndqFTR4" style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWNYndqFTR4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;... Just when it was ending and I was about to watch something else, this one line came up, and it hit me with a pang. SO SWEET. THESE STUPID TEENAGE GIRL FEELINGS ARE MAKING EVERYTHING LIKE THAT SEEM SO ADORABLY LOVELY.... AND SWEEEEEEEEEEET. GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho,&lt;br /&gt;I should probably be doing more important things.&lt;br /&gt;Like memorizing my dang speech, although it's not that hard.&lt;br /&gt;Yuy... as Jessica would say. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir,&lt;br /&gt;Monica&lt;br /&gt;THE FIRST STILL. &amp;gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;(If you haven't already noticed, that smiley thing has an evil unibrow. Hahahhaha. Am I ever mature...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-8302602046885591350?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/8302602046885591350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=8302602046885591350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/8302602046885591350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/8302602046885591350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2009/06/boredom-and-more-randomness-of-june.html' title='Boredom and More Randomness of June'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-5495904346515994343</id><published>2009-06-02T17:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T13:01:16.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Are you ever so weirdly confused and disoriented about things that you can't help but think about it all the time?&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a moment.&lt;br /&gt;This weird Monica-esque moment that makes me want to scream loudly for no reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;I come across those a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Heehehehhe&lt;br /&gt;Randomness is fun.&lt;br /&gt;Are you RANDOM?&lt;br /&gt;Babies that are about 3 weeks old look like sea nymphs. &lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT SURE HOW TO PRONOUNCE NYMPH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;really really really really really really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; times infinity don't like HEALTH CLASS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I also don't like paragraphs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Since there seem to be none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I can't think of topics in one sentence to blog about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ARGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh! I really like (times infinity) Slumdog Millionaire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;IT'S SO SWEET AT THE END.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SO HEART FILLED AND AWESOMELY LOVELY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I also like the song by M.I.A. that is used in Slumdog Millionaire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's called "Paper Planes," and despite the shooting and banging,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;it reminds me of the movie and what they had to go through in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's so sadly sweet, but true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It makes me meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I don't like melting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;BUT IT'S ONE THING TEENAGE GIRLS CAN'T HELP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Frustration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Agitation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Abduction?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So, if a car crashes into a tree,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Would you rather eat an ice-cream sandwhich or Oreo bar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But before I go Frustrated completely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;AEROPOSTALE IS SOOOOOOOOOO ANNOYING. THEY KEEP SENDING DUMB E-MAILS ON SALES. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I DON'T CARE!@#$%^&amp;amp;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Au Revoir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;MONICA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The First :)&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/6362034118580874032-5495904346515994343?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/5495904346515994343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=5495904346515994343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/5495904346515994343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/5495904346515994343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2009/06/confusion.html' title='Confusion'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-6586238172575810947</id><published>2009-04-22T22:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T13:00:25.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Question to Ponder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This is from the oh so magnificent channel of National Geographic that I might have been watching too much, but never cease to enjoy. There was a program on Feral Children (kids who grow up living with animals and learn to act like them until caught by other humans) that asked this question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are we who we are by NATURE, or NURTURE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir,&lt;br /&gt;Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-6586238172575810947?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/6586238172575810947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=6586238172575810947' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/6586238172575810947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/6586238172575810947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2009/04/question-to-ponder.html' title='A Question to Ponder'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-1188313840200785648</id><published>2009-04-10T09:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T13:00:02.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoyance, ANGER, and QUOTATIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Usually, when I get angry and annoyed, you can tell, unless I'm surprisingly good at hiding my feelings, which I'm not when it comes to those two WORDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's too bad that stupidity isn't painful." - Anton LaVey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes on stupidity make me feel better, because I am NOT going &lt;strong&gt;shopping today&lt;/strong&gt;. I was supposed to, but a certain someone planned to have it on THIS DAY, which is GOOD FRIDAY, WHICH I WOKE UP EARRRRRRRRRRRRRLY TO, AT AROUND 8:10 BECAUSE I WENT TO SLEEP AT 1:45 AND ONLY GOT 6 HOURS AND 15 MINUTES OF SLEEP, WHICH IS AROUND 2 TO 3 HOURS LESS THAN THE DAILY RECOMMEDED AMOUNT OF SLEEP. I ALSO STRAIGHTENED MY LONG AND THICK HAIR TO LOOK &lt;strong&gt;DECENT &lt;/strong&gt;AND GOT DRESSED NICELY, TO LATER ON FIND OUT THAT THE STUPID DANG MALLS IN THE STATES AND CANADA ARE EFFING CLOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSED. WHY DID I NOT THINK OF THIS????? ( It's not JUST ME!@!@!&amp;gt;#&amp;gt;)&lt;br /&gt;I'M REALLY TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;Dissapointed would be a major understatement. I AM BEYOND ANNOYED AND ANGRY.&lt;br /&gt;ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAGKJHALFKJGHKLFJGHKLJS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stupidity is better kept a secret than displayed."- Heraclitus of Ephesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IGONORANCE &lt;strong&gt;IS NOT&lt;/strong&gt; BLISS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou canst not teach me to forget. - Romeo and Juliet, MANGA version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda Bynes ran over a bunny! In "What I Like About You," when she had already broke up with her boyfriend, but was still regretting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never write a letter while you are angry." - Chinese Proverb. Already did that... &amp;gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get angry, I tend to type with the caps lock on, and hit any key in frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now also supposed to look for dress ideas... HELP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when there's no toilet paper in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When eating hallow chocolate animals, I bite off the heads first. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anger is short lived madness." - Horace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now getting over it, and I might go tomorrow. If I don't, then ! @#$%^&amp;amp;*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir,&lt;br /&gt;Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-1188313840200785648?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/1188313840200785648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=1188313840200785648' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/1188313840200785648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/1188313840200785648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2009/04/annoyance-anger-and-quotations.html' title='Annoyance, ANGER, and QUOTATIONS'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-1528663500330663604</id><published>2009-03-16T11:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T20:58:37.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things That Annoy The Heck Out Of Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I've been meaning to put this up, because I suddenly felt annoyed&amp;nbsp;by the world and a lot of un-important things. Also, it's fun letting the blogging world know what annoys the heck out of me, as long as no one &lt;strong&gt;trys to use it against me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. I hate it whenever I have to get the phone, and no one else bothers to get it because they think I will, so we don't end up knowing who wanted to speak to someone. That is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ANNOYING &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;beyond belief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. I hate Miley Cyrus and her annoying voice. I'm not jealous or anything, but I seriously don't like her in general. It's not like a I-hate-her-and-want-to-kill-her type of way. It's just a strong, steady dislike, or hate/ annoyance. I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. Having someone tell you the ending of a book, or something important that happens. Alright, I admitt I have done that to someone before, but only because they were making up disgusting stories on the bus ride back from the Holocaust museum. They know who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. Overly obsessed fans of anything. Likes cats, dogs, hamsters, animals in general, movie stars, Twilight (eye rolling), the unhygenic Robert Pattinson, bands..etc. It's sooooooooooo annoying when they say, "OhMyGosh, I love ________." and they wear shirts dedicated to them, while also talking endlessly about it. I hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5. Slow computers. I used to have a slow computer. It made me extremely frustrated, but now I have a high speed, totally awesome computer of blog worthy awesomeness. I also hate slow laptops, like the ones at school. Argh. Those succccccck. It takes forever to look things up sometimes, and you can't always log in properly, so it wastes boring class time when my brain sometimes numbs up, from the complete and utter boredom, plus my sleep deprivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6. Sequels to movies or books that suck. For example, Open Season 2, most likely New Moon, Grease 2 and probably a lot of other ones I can't really recall. Anyhow. It's nice to have a first good movie or book, but having a second one come out, that isn't even half decent of what the first one was, is stupid, pointless and a dumb waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7. Fake tans, or overly tanned people who do not have the right skin tone for being that dark. It's really weird, seeing this person, with naturally light skin, have a deep orange, or even brown tan. They're killing themselves slowly, with the natural lights , UV rays, and tanning booths. It's extremely dangerous, especially with global warming, and can cause skin cancer. Plus, it looks kinda ugly. Who &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; is orange? I mean besides Oompa Loompas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8. Gross, degrading and deragatory raps, which just happens to be almost all of the raps that are out these days. I'll admit, some can be catchy at times, but must everything be about doing something to another person?? If you really listen to raps, like I sometimes do, you hear things about hookers and prostitues. Why must songs be about those topics of their choice? There are obviously better and less gross things to write and or rap about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9. Drinking warm water... well really, that explains it's self. I don't like drinking warm water. It's really gross. Ice cold, or freezing water, is generally prefered. Unless I'm super tired, or just ran around for something, and am desperate for something to drink, then I do, but otherwise, water that is warm and tastes funny doesn't not have my approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10. People who POKE ME hard, purposely. People like this think they're being funny. You know, because supposedly poking Monica, provoking her to get angry and blow up at your face is &lt;em&gt;funny&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, if a person is just joking, and doesn't poke me hard, or trys to annoy me, then I guess I won't care as much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. That is the end of my ten dislikes, or just the ones I posted. &amp;gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir!&lt;br /&gt;Monica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remembered how I don't like it when people suddenly change the channel while you're watching t.v. So (hehehe) I lied, there are actually &lt;strong&gt;11&lt;/strong&gt; things that annoy the heck out of me. &amp;gt;:) I really dislike odd numbers. Ohh... &lt;strong&gt;12&lt;/strong&gt;... hahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-1528663500330663604?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/1528663500330663604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=1528663500330663604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/1528663500330663604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/1528663500330663604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2009/03/10-things-that-annoy-heck-out-of-me.html' title='10 Things That Annoy The Heck Out Of Me!'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-973143589697342070</id><published>2009-03-04T17:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:59:07.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Twentieth Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Since any odd number, especially 9, really bother me, I guess I am now posting about random things and shoot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a while ago, I went to the dentist for my yearly check-up and it was NOT FUN. No way jose was it fun at all, although it was surprisingly short. You know how when the person before the dentist cleans your teeth? Well mine cleaned my teeth hard enough to cause me to BLEED. TWICE. It was sooooooo (x12456) gross, because I was kept occupied with watching her clean my teeth since there was a mirror thing above, and two times in a row, the blood gushed out of my gums. Later on, at home, I discover a noticable hole in one of my gums. Ewwwwwwwwwwww. It was extremely sickening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that one day, since I'm weird and all, that I'll get a freaky disorder that will scar me forever, like obsessive compulsive disorder. Seriously. I know that people who do have OCD are neat freaks/germaphobic (which I am not... YET), number crazed (liking only certain numbers like 16!) and obsessive over little things. They can also go anorexic from the fear of contaminated food and other negative things. It wouldn't be fun. Nooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered this awesome, not so new authour named Annette Curtis Klause, who is actually pretty dang awesome. She wrote the book Blood and Chocolate, and Freaks, which I kind of.... adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that whenever I pick out something to wear for the day, I ALWAYS match my socks to my sweater or t-shirt... could it be possibly be signs of OCD???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've also been saving this post for a while, I'd also like to mention how I , Monica the magnificent (no, not really) went to a dance for the first time! I'll admit it was somewhat fun, even if the music was too loud for comfort. I might go to the next one? As long as I have some friends to accompany me. ( Jessica?) Even though I know fifth graders have already been going to dances, and I've recently been to my first, it's better late than never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to French class, I keep forgetting to write the word, "Dance," with an "s" instead of a "c".&lt;br /&gt;It drives me crazy. I also hate how I sometimes write down "of" instead of "or".... MY SPELLING MISTAKES DRIVE ME CRAZY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what song is awesome? Right Round my Flo-Rida. Even though I don't like how he talks about a girl pole dancing and other harlot like things, the song is so dang catchy. I also like a somewhat older song, "The Remedy," by Jason Mraz, because he's just an awesome singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My keyboard is acting up. It's NOT WORKING CORRECTLY, as in everything seems to be sticky! I don't even really eat by it much anymore... I've already learned my lesson when I spilled ice-cream on it once...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my current book obsessions (that come randomly enough, like my posts and subjects in it) is that I love The Prince of Tennis... Ryoma Echizen.... the comics... and I don't usually read manga/anime or whatever it is, a lot. It's annoying awesome. I've even watched some of the t.v. series in Japanese (with the subtitles of course) on YouTube. Haha. I love that website. YouTube, Google and Sims 2 are my life... unfortunately. Alright not my life, but they have a great deal of time in it... UNFORTUNATELY. Wow, I am really nature deficet. I should go outside more... like maybe after this? Nah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joking. I will, so I don't make a certain person angry or annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir,&lt;br /&gt;MONICA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE: I think I'll start posting more, since &lt;strong&gt;it is&lt;/strong&gt; March Break and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-973143589697342070?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/973143589697342070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=973143589697342070' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/973143589697342070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/973143589697342070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-twentieth-post.html' title='My Twentieth Post'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-7726047190444710941</id><published>2009-02-22T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:58:35.091-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing Star, Popcorn and Grapefruit a.k.a. YESTERDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;So, yesterday was a fun filled day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica and two other buddies came over, and we partied like ROCKSTARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not really, we played Sing Star (terribly), Jessica hogged the popcorn as she ate it with chopsticks, and my mother chopped up some grapefruit, which Jessica (again) didn't know how to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I'm too dang tired to write anymore, so Au Revoir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I regain my strength,&lt;br /&gt;Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-7726047190444710941?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/7726047190444710941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=7726047190444710941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/7726047190444710941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/7726047190444710941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2009/02/sing-star-popcorn-and-grapefruit-aka.html' title='Sing Star, Popcorn and Grapefruit a.k.a. YESTERDAY'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-585895520159216141</id><published>2009-02-19T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:58:18.475-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Shiz-nit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I haven't really posted anything in a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I think I should have,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;but I guess I was too lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Darn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Raps these days, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A lot are about fame, money, drugs, uhhh... something that begins with an "S" and other not so appropriate things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tisk, Tisk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today I was kept outside of more than ten minutes listening to this person talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I froze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Happyslip on YouTube, is very funny in her own special way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Also, she's Asian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am feeling too lazy to do anything else right now, so I guess I'll just keep rambling on about nothing, to fill up this annoyingly empty of anything new blog of this month, and keep it worthwhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Vapid is a word that is similar to lackluster and dull.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Getting compliments from people you really don't want to get compliments from is weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I like this awesome walnut like ice-cream, with maple flavourings. It's really good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Willow Summer Breeze would be the perfect middle name for Jessica's non-exsistant child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My fingers are weirdly numb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My brain is starting to numb over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ahhhh.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The movie Changelings is sad, a bit frightening in some ways, and in all, pretty decent, incase you ever want to watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I HATE SPEECHES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I LIKE TYPING IN LARGE FONTS WITH THE CAPS LOCK ON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;AU REVOIR,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;p.s. Wombat Stew isn't really supposed to mean anything. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;"&gt;was&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; though, going to mention how I used to sing this weird song with it or that it was from this story, but I lost the mood for it.&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/6362034118580874032-585895520159216141?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/585895520159216141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=585895520159216141' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/585895520159216141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/585895520159216141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-shiz-nit.html' title='Random Shiz-nit'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-5531860332582589401</id><published>2009-01-21T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:58:00.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wombat Stew</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today I was in the mood, to discuss my feeling towards my not so interesting or exciting life and other random, irrelevent things. Unfortunately, I suddenly realized that I want all opposite-of-females to go to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Au Revior,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONica&lt;/strong&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/6362034118580874032-5531860332582589401?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/5531860332582589401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=5531860332582589401' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/5531860332582589401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/5531860332582589401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2009/01/wombat-stew.html' title='Wombat Stew'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-7597212921071493334</id><published>2009-01-01T23:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:57:41.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'>January 1st, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;The beginning of a new year. A new day, hour, second, millisecond... etc.&lt;br /&gt;2009!&lt;br /&gt;Two thousand and nine!&lt;br /&gt;2000 + 9!&lt;br /&gt;1000+1000+ (3x3) !&lt;br /&gt;Aren't my mathematical skills amazing?&lt;br /&gt;I decided to post something on the beginning of a new year, after all my wretched boredom and laziness.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas day, was a &lt;em&gt;jolly good time&lt;/em&gt;. I recieved some &lt;em&gt;spectacular&lt;/em&gt; items, and had a &lt;em&gt;BLAST!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;New Years, was decent, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;I sipped some of my father's wine, and for the second time of my life, I was disgusted with the nasty achoholic wine I sampled. Eeek. It's gah-ross. I also, fortunately, &lt;strong&gt;didn't&lt;/strong&gt; get drunk!&lt;br /&gt;When the clock finally struck 12:00, everyone sipped their pop in styrofoam cups, and we all clinked cups, while some weird people started laughing! hahaha. It was definitely NOT me.&lt;br /&gt;I had an okay time.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am a bit peed off, because I forgot to watch a re-run of the movie "The Hey Arnold Movie," that I haven't seen in years. My stupid Sims 2 game distracted me. It's so darn addicting! Unfortunately, it also kept exiting out, for some odd reason, so that made me even more unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, it's OVER now, and I am content, since I posted on the New Year, and watched some awesome movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir,&lt;br /&gt;Monica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I adored the movie, "The Dark Knight!" It was so action-packed and awesome that I was never really bored! Also, I feel sad that Heath Ledger died, since he was in it. On the Brighter side, I LOVED THE CAR THAT BRUCE USED IT THERE. The Lamborghini Murcielago. I can't even properly pronounce the Murcielago part, but so what? That car is the shiznit. (: So sleek, elegant and graceful (if that's even possible).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-7597212921071493334?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/7597212921071493334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=7597212921071493334' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/7597212921071493334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/7597212921071493334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-1st-2009.html' title='January 1st, 2009'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-6897798999615147289</id><published>2008-12-14T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:57:17.234-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eleven Weird Facts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;[#1] There are &lt;em&gt;ONZE&lt;/em&gt; days left until Christmas. (That is French, for eleven, incase you didn't know...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[#2] Every minute 21 000 pizzas are made in the world. Maybe a bunch come from Italy? Joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[#3] We get goosebumps where our ancestors used to have hair. Eek. Yech. GAH-ross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[#4] I was playing this interesting game, and almost did something completely amazing, but then my internet stopped WORKING, AND IT EXITED OUT OF THE FLIPPING GAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[#5] A quid, is like a buck, only for British folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[#6] &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bish-bash-bosh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is self-confidence and swagger. (Or being appealing to the opposite gender of one's self.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[#7] The reason I know so many of those weird and or different sayings, is because I was reading this book called, "Gotta Get Some Bish Bash Bosh, and it's setting is in Britian, thus making it hard to comprehend some words. Luckily, like most books created in the U.K. it has a glossary for us North-American folk that &lt;em&gt;don't &lt;/em&gt;comprehend their complicated ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[#8] I realized that I haven't posted in 22 days. I BROKE THE NON-EXISTANT CYCLE. SHA-WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[#9] I made up the word sha-wow. It's idiotic, yet joyously fun to say. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[#10] IF YOU'RE A SASKATCH YOU COME FROM SASKATCHEWAN. I made that up during MATH CLASS, but I don't mean to offend and Saskatchewan-ers, even though it &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; be true. Not saying that it is... I'm joking. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[#11] This is the last post. An un-even number. Although it may be bothering me a little, I am going to let it end. HEHEHEHE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AU REVOIR my followers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acinom&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/6362034118580874032-6897798999615147289?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/6897798999615147289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=6897798999615147289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/6897798999615147289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/6897798999615147289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2008/12/eleven-weird-facts.html' title='Eleven Weird Facts!'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-5296948376425395463</id><published>2008-11-21T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:56:59.655-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight - The Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well, my friends and I decided that we all wanted to go see the movie Twilight, which of course everyone has heard of, because of our freaky obsessed nature to talk about it 24/7, at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jesser-Roo picks us up, we go to the movie theater, wait in line for an hour, get good back seats, buy a slushie for J. et moi, then watch, TWILIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it as amazing as it was meant to be? No. Not to me anyways. Twilight was a bit too rushed in the scenes where Bella and Edward are SUPPOSED TO BE TALKING, and Bellward had absolutely no chemistry. Nada. Not any actual passion at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately though, there was of course, EDWARD, a hilarious worm scene, a funny mind reading part, a humurous intro of the Cullen family, and an action-packed baseball game, full o' fun. I didn't think Twilight was supposed to be funny, but I guess it was. So that a plus... I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight rated out of 10? I'd give it a high 6, low-ish 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titanic is still better, and definitely more PASSION FILLED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I don't really have anything else to post, other than the fact that stupid people make me extremely angry and annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AU REVIOR,&lt;br /&gt;Monica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. My apologies for spelling JESSEROO's name incorrectly, although I like it better with the dash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-5296948376425395463?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/5296948376425395463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=5296948376425395463' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/5296948376425395463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/5296948376425395463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight-movie.html' title='Twilight - The Movie'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-8380070942896547258</id><published>2008-11-02T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:56:06.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Titanic the Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;'m about eleven years late, in seeing the whole movie Titanic, but it's waaaaaaaaay better most of the movies these days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I absolutely, positively, &lt;em&gt;adoreeeeeeed&lt;/em&gt; Titanic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I think it's the best movie &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; created. &lt;strong&gt;Ever.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was at my cousin's house, and we were bored, so she asked if my sister, other cousin and I wanted to watch Titanic. At the time, I didn't really care, because it didn't seem like it would be all that great of a movie, but I was dead wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Titanic was such a tragic romance, filled with deep and utter sadness, based on the depressingly true events of the R.M.S. Titanic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I loved the movie. It was amazing, and made me feel deep emotions. Luckily, I didn't cry. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I think Leonardo Dicaprio and Kate Winslet did a spectacular job in the film. Seriously. I melted into a deep puddle of ardent love for the movie, and emotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now, on to something that isn't a rant about how much I loved Titanic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;On Halloween, I didn't go trick or treating, because I have reached an age, where getting dressed up in a costume, is a drag, and I don't care about it any more. Except for the candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My mother was going last minute candy shopping, and in that process, she also bought me this GIGANTIC box of mini ( yes mini, but there were 50 of them) chocolates since I wasn't going this year. That made me extremely happy, and I was later on candy high, but all in all, I was happy, got to hand out candy with my cousin, who came over, and GOT CHOCOLATE. I was seriously craving chocolate, and I &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; got chocolate. Not to mention, by siblings also were being more generous than usual, and shared their chips, and other sweet treats &lt;em&gt;avec moi&lt;/em&gt;. A major plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I read Glass, the sequel to Crank, and it is &lt;em&gt;sad&lt;/em&gt;. Christina ends of losing custody of her baby Hunter, and she and her boyfriend get arrested for getting caught posessing drugs, and for stealing from her mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A lot of things seem to be brooding now-a-days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Au Revior,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Monica&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/6362034118580874032-8380070942896547258?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/8380070942896547258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=8380070942896547258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/8380070942896547258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/8380070942896547258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2008/11/titanic-movie.html' title='Titanic the Movie'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-4838435668768733609</id><published>2008-10-19T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:55:34.285-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A new name / UPDATE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I decided that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peach Yogurt, Reading, and Confessions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, was too long, and somewhat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;childish, so I instead changed my blog title to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peachy Confessions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, because it still maintains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the word &lt;em&gt;peach&lt;/em&gt; and my adoration for them, and the confessions part. I also noticed that I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't really posted about things I've been reading, so it's done. Finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Peachy Confessionals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-4838435668768733609?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/4838435668768733609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=4838435668768733609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/4838435668768733609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/4838435668768733609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-name-update.html' title='A new name / UPDATE!'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-5982482236588429922</id><published>2008-10-17T19:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:54:33.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;My fellow students and I just so happened to get our HPV shots to prevent cervical cancer.&lt;br /&gt;It was kind of painful when the needle broke through my skin, and stayed stabbed in my arm for a few seconds. It felt like minutes though.&lt;br /&gt;Anywho,&lt;br /&gt;after the needle came out of my arm, I got this circular smiley face bandage on my arm, and today,&lt;br /&gt;we got some Free Chapsick, for surviving the shot, not crying, being mature about it, and also probably because we are so darn cool.&lt;br /&gt;I have to love it when they give us free chapstick. Especially when it's mint flavoured (?), and made of natural (er) ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;Also, something funny, was that the nurse that injected the vaccine into my arm, had to ask me questions before she gave me the shot. ie. Do you think you are pregnant? I kind of smiled at that, and for obvious reasons, said, "No," so she wouldn't think that I actually thought I was or am pregnant because &lt;strong&gt;I am not&lt;/strong&gt;. I even mentioned before how I am going to stay abstinent. Yeah. I am &lt;strong&gt;STICKING&lt;/strong&gt; to my words of wisdom. Again though, why the heck would I be in any sort of way "active" at my age. Seriously. I know she was suppose to ask that question, but I obviously am not.&lt;br /&gt;Still,&lt;br /&gt;I have a free tube of chapsick, and it's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;As I was leaving my classroom today though, I saw a bunch of girls, including myself though, looking at their chapstick, and trying to peel this ugly sticker off from the lid. It made me laugh, and still does. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revior,&lt;br /&gt;Monica :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-5982482236588429922?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/5982482236588429922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=5982482236588429922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/5982482236588429922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/5982482236588429922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2008/10/free-stuff.html' title='Free Stuff'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-4033422078776577166</id><published>2008-10-06T21:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:53:51.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenth Ever Post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;So, it's my tenth everrrr post, and I am feeling kinda sad. Sometimes when I listen to songs by the ever so talented Leona Lewis, I start feeling down, and dreary. Almost sad and depressed. I don't think it's really possible for me to &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;feel happiness without the worry, stress, and annoyance, from my everyday surroundings, and stupid, idiotic school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;On the other hand, I found out what &lt;em style="color: #009900;"&gt;mofo&lt;/em&gt; meant. It has an extremely crude meaning, and I am so juvenile for looking it up... I've heard the word before, from fellow peers, who for now will remain un-named, but I've never really comprehended what the meaning was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;I think that hanging out with your friends for too long isn't great for your independence because you start using the same vocabulary as them. I've had one of my realizations, that a certain friends vocab is rubbing off on me. I &lt;em style="color: #009900;"&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; almost used the word &lt;em style="color: #009900;"&gt;shall&lt;/em&gt;. No offence to this friend who probably knows who I'm talking about, but goodness, they talk a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;So, The Twilight Movie has a newer trailer, and I think it's &lt;em style="color: #009900;"&gt;the best&lt;/em&gt;, out of the three. It's super-duper amazing, although similar to the previous trailers. Ah well. The trailer is also on &lt;strong style="color: #009900;"&gt;YouTube&lt;/strong&gt;, which I happen to use daily, for watching dimwitted, yet entertaining videos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;I've noticed, whenever I happen to type out a post, I never really focus on one topic... Maybe I should try that next time? Maybe, if I'm feeling &lt;em&gt;excrusiatingly&lt;/em&gt; bored...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256414529846641282" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6x8iv1MfpWI/SPKJKku2AoI/AAAAAAAAACk/P4-_cz3iuTE/s320/gouda-cheese%5B1%5D.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Holy stuff, I just remembered something very suddenly. Whipped cream is gooooooood. Like really good. It's like gouuuuuuuuda. Gouuuuuuuda cheese. Haha. Gouda cheese. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Anyhow. I am currently overwhelmed by homework, and books that are due in two weeks, so I have got to do other things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Au Revior,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #006600; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Monica&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/6362034118580874032-4033422078776577166?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/4033422078776577166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=4033422078776577166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/4033422078776577166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/4033422078776577166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2008/10/tenth-ever-post.html' title='Tenth Ever Post.'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6x8iv1MfpWI/SPKJKku2AoI/AAAAAAAAACk/P4-_cz3iuTE/s72-c/gouda-cheese%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-4360456771263198818</id><published>2008-10-04T17:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:50:40.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"High on Life"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;As a friend of mine once used, I am now, at this moment, somewhat high on life. Okay, well no, not really. I was just washing CARS, a few hours ago, and I now have this WONDERFUL scarf my grandmother crocheted &lt;em&gt;pour moi&lt;/em&gt;. I feel &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so loved, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;special, delusional, bored, hyper and RANDOM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Hoo rah. It's this purple-ish, pink-ish, brown, fuzzy warm scarf, that was crocheted &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;. Gotta love my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, well I found out a few freaky-deaky WEIRD, things. Did you know that the places where we get goosebumps, are the places where our harrier ancestors used to have hair? Weird and somewhat gross much? Did you also know that if Barbie were a real person, she wouldn't really be human at all, most definitely anorexic, and walking on all fours? She would be extremely tall, with endless legs, a humungo neck, tiny waist, large bust, and not so large head. Barbie wouldn't be beautiful, like the dolls are supposed to be, she would be FREAKY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, at home, I'm really weird. I can't help but let go, and lose my composure at home. All of because it's my home. I don't always want to be quiet, and polite. Sometimes, I scream about things, and forget I'm doing it. Other times, I sing songs I like out loud, very loudly. Especially when they are good songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of songs, I like the song &lt;em&gt;Grace Kelly&lt;/em&gt; by Mika. I know it's incredibly old, but after hearing it in the movie&lt;em&gt; What Happens In Vegas&lt;/em&gt;, I downloaded it, and got somewhat obsessed over it. I've listened to it over 80 times already. Goodness. Sometimes I get these weird song obsessions, and listen to them for a while, until I find a new one I like or get sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently sick of WASHING CARS. I hate washing cars now. It is most definitely not fun.&lt;br /&gt;Cake is really good. I wanna eat some. Mmm.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes instead of calling my dad's cellphone, I accidentally call my cousins. Ha. Ha..hahahaha Different ways to show that you are laughing are to say, "Ha, hee, hahee, hoo ha, harharhar, funny, funnehhhhhhh, funney, LOL, LMAO, LMBO, ROFL, LMFAO, LTFSOOM, (which I idiotically made up on the spot) and HEHAHHDEHAHFAKFNBGAJG....etc.&lt;br /&gt;If I had leather pants, like Sandy had in &lt;em&gt;Grease,&lt;/em&gt; a movie that I find humourously awesome, then I would wear them if I ever I found someone who would sing along to "You're The One That I Want," with me.&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh. My speed of thought is faster than yours. Well, alright, probably not...&lt;br /&gt;I've never really had an adrenaline rush. That would be awesome though.&lt;br /&gt;Twilight is the best.&lt;br /&gt;Dried squid is gross.&lt;br /&gt;I once ran into a door, and pole. It was very painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all, for my randomness.&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT,&lt;br /&gt;Toodles,&lt;br /&gt;Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-4360456771263198818?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/4360456771263198818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=4360456771263198818' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/4360456771263198818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/4360456771263198818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2008/10/high-on-life.html' title='&quot;High on Life&quot;'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-5751859815485476056</id><published>2008-09-25T19:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:50:18.837-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Series of Annoying Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Jehsyka and other students at school may know, I've gotten into this phase where I like to ask people weird, stupid, and irelevent questions, that are a bit personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, It's incredibly fun making people uncomfortable, and watching them turn scarlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Me and my devious ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now it's time for question time. Hoo rah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. Are you emolicious?&lt;br /&gt;#2. Do you &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; you are emolicious?&lt;br /&gt;#3. Would you &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; to be emolicious?&lt;br /&gt;#4. Are your teeth white?&lt;br /&gt;#5. When was the last time you brushed them?&lt;br /&gt;#6. Have you ever heard of teeth whitener?&lt;br /&gt;#7. Ever consider using it?&lt;br /&gt;#8. Peach yogurt is &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; best ever, &lt;strong&gt;aight&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;#9. Can you, can you do the can-can? ... etc.&lt;br /&gt;#10. Do you find uneven numbers annoying?&lt;br /&gt;#11. Like the number 9?&lt;br /&gt;#12. Do you think about waxing yo' belly?&lt;br /&gt;#13. How incredibly stupid do you think these questions are?&lt;br /&gt;#14. Why the heck are you mocking me?&lt;br /&gt;#15. Why are you laughing at me?&lt;br /&gt;#16. Are you scared of being alone?&lt;br /&gt;#17. Are you scared of the DARK?&lt;br /&gt;#18. Are you insecure?&lt;br /&gt;#19. Are you deprived of something and craving it right now?&lt;br /&gt;#20. Are you listening to me?&lt;br /&gt;#21. Did you know that this is the end of my idiotic questions as we know it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#21. Did you know I was lying?&lt;br /&gt;#22. Did you know that I'm a rebel? Or in this case. A rubbel...&lt;br /&gt;#23. Did you know that 21 is also another way to say blackjack?&lt;br /&gt;#24. Did you know that I like that game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I could come up with endless questions, but I can't really type them all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I feel like speaking about other weird things that happened in my life, since I last posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peach yogurt. I know it's kind of weird for anyone to like it so much, but it's so incredibily good, and yogurtlicious. Yeah. I'm creative. I came up with a word to describe the ultimate taste, and power of Peach Yogurt. I am such a geek. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the Pussycat Dolls had their new album come out two days ago. I found out today. Interesting. I don't think the songs are as good though, except for "When I Grown Up", which I happen to like. :) Demi Lavato, on the other hand, had her album come out two days ago too. Weird. I listened to some of her songs though, and I have to say, the album isn't that bad, although I think she copied Paramore a bit. I like Paramore. THEY ROCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading a ton of books lately, and I can't really get them all done. You know what else? I just bought some books today. I am such a confusing person even to myself sometimes. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I've finally ran out of things to say for now,&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;Au Revior!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monica (!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-5751859815485476056?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/5751859815485476056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=5751859815485476056' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/5751859815485476056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/5751859815485476056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2008/09/series-of-annoying-questions.html' title='A Series of Annoying Questions'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-2031954187645651198</id><published>2008-09-11T21:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:49:59.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;September 12th is a very special day. My Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W00t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling this weird excitement bubbling up inside me and ready to burst, even though I'm not really sure what is happening tomorrow or what I am going to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I am turning a special age, and feeling quite excited about that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy and happiness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder and surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excitment and nervousness! (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this year, my birthday at school won't be so awkward, and people will actually manage to say Happy Birthday without not meaning it. I hate that. Or I hope I will at least get a genuine, heart-felt and warm Happy Birthday! That would make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year in school is different. People are still close from the year before, so we don't have to rekindle the old friendships, and feel any awkwardness from not seeing each other over the summer. We communicate, and laugh idiotically at stupid jokes. It's seriously like we never even left school. I'm serious. It's so freaking weird... I don't mind it though. It makes everything funner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the &lt;strong&gt;Large Hadron Collider&lt;/strong&gt;? I am seriously scared. What if a black hole is created, our world get sucked up, and it ends life as we know it? I don't WANT to die. Goodness! The scientists working on it should realize that people are still going to be afraid, no matter how "&lt;em&gt;low&lt;/em&gt;" the percentage is. Why spend 9 freakin' &lt;strong&gt;billion &lt;/strong&gt;dollars on something that could endanger life as we know it? Why not use the money on helping poor, starving, over-populated &lt;strong&gt;COUNTRIES THAT NEED IT MORE&lt;/strong&gt;? Is this madness all in the name of Science? I bet Jimmy Neutron wouldn't even take it that far. At least he has some common sence. He's a genius. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. If you really want to learn more about the stupid &lt;strong&gt;LHC&lt;/strong&gt; (for short) you can go to the YouTube search on my blog and actually watch the video about the LHC. It's called the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Large Hadron Rap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. As corny as it may be, it's very informative and even &lt;em&gt;kind of&lt;/em&gt; interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing topics,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had &lt;strong&gt;peach yogurt&lt;/strong&gt; for lunch! I unfortunately didn't eat it because as much as I love yogurt, I just don't like eating it at school. I can't really explain why, but eating it at home makes me happier and even calmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho. I am up &lt;em&gt;way &lt;/em&gt;past my bedtime, and need to go do some crud, before I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revior,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monica &lt;em&gt;the Birthday girl!&lt;/em&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/6362034118580874032-2031954187645651198?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/2031954187645651198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=2031954187645651198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/2031954187645651198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/2031954187645651198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2008/09/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow!'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-106393369446929222</id><published>2008-09-06T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:48:57.164-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Come Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am back to my "normal" self, although some may think I'm not always normal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Jehsyka commented, (who by the way has her &lt;em style="color: #009900;"&gt;own&lt;/em&gt; blog&lt;em style="color: #009900;"&gt;)&lt;/em&gt; I am steadily approaching teenage-dom, and thus, &lt;strong style="color: #009900;"&gt;I WILL BE A TROUBLE MAKER! &lt;/strong&gt;Or someone, who doesn't know me, will consider me one. &lt;strong style="color: #009900;"&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt; I am no longer, a goody two shoe. I am (going to be) a teenager. Hear me &lt;strong style="color: #009900;"&gt;ROAR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be one of the youngest people in my class anymore! I'll be a teenager!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Teenagers. That's a song by one of my favourite bands. My Chemical Romance. I'll finally be able to RELATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plans, though, for my Birthday, are undecided. I have no clue what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of having a cake, with my immediate family, and maybe going to eat out somewhere. Like at Arby's maybe? I love curly fries, and the sandwiches. Mmmmmm. I'm thinking Arby's. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho! I at least hope to enjoy myself, and have a semi-good time unlike all my other years during the school year. They bring back not too happy memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a Metro Station C.D. as an early, birthday present from my father, even though I picked it out myself. I know it's somewhat old, but I happen to like the songs from Metro Station, and like the pop-ish dance music-y stuff...&lt;br /&gt;I also decided to get it because I have no new-ish C.D.'s for my stereo. I &lt;em style="color: #009900;"&gt;used &lt;/em&gt;have songs from only like four or five years ago, but &lt;em style="color: #009900;"&gt;now &lt;/em&gt;I have one from only &lt;em style="color: #009900;"&gt;a year&lt;/em&gt; ago! Go me, and my bad timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now waiting for a certain someone to pick something up, so as the French say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revior,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONICAAAaaaaaaaaaa !?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-106393369446929222?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/106393369446929222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=106393369446929222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/106393369446929222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/106393369446929222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2008/09/come-back.html' title='A Come Back!'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-3197667072435621549</id><published>2008-09-01T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:48:25.604-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*Dramatic Sighing*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time in my life when I start feeling bored, somewhat depressed, and kind of lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And UNCREATIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot think of anything to blog about at the moment, because of my mood, which I might add, changes pretty easily, depending on my surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhh. Sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revior, and Until I get out of this blogging block,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-3197667072435621549?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/3197667072435621549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=3197667072435621549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/3197667072435621549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/3197667072435621549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-there-comes-time-in-my-life-when-i.html' title='*Dramatic Sighing*'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-236201912903057738</id><published>2008-08-24T20:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:47:41.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY shoot, I SPILLED MY ICE CREAM A FEW MINUTES AGO! @#$%</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well, the title explains it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops. Big mistake.. hehe... I'm not supposed to eat food by the computer for reason like that... Well, I've never spilt food on the KEYBOARD before... BUT THIS IS A FIRST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARNET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I can't really eat my ice-cream here. It was mint chocolate chip. Mmmm, and so good. Ah well, I'll just have to eat it down stairs later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my keyboard's not messed up. HOLY crud it's not working properly. ARHGHGHGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in that great of a mood right now, since I'm hungry, craving ice cream, chocolate and something else to settle my unsettling feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, Robert Cormier, I now know, is a French Canadian, although he lived in the United States. I read a lot of his books, and noticed that in some of them, the protagonists were French Canadian, and it gave me a hint that he was French since his last name is &lt;em&gt;Cormier. &lt;/em&gt;It has a French-esque, about it. After questioning GOOGLE, about it, I found out Cormier &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; French. He was a great writer, although now he isn't alive, and in most of the books the protagonists usually end up losing, the books have something kind of disturbing about them, and they are kind of sad, in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, I'm listening to a song by The Hush Sound. It's called &lt;em&gt;As you Cry, &lt;/em&gt;and in my opinion it's a great song.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, what I typed up above the line was yesterday... I just saved in and decided that TODAY, I would add more on to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 1 ... &lt;strong&gt;Cheerios&lt;/strong&gt; are great for breakfast, apart from being plain and grainy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 2 ... &lt;strong&gt;Meg Cabot&lt;/strong&gt; is a great authour. She's funny, creative, and her books are addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 3 ... Besides that my &lt;strong&gt;cruddy digital camera&lt;/strong&gt;, which I got free from a Christmas party, allows me to take pictures while attached to my computer, it's still worthless and a piece of junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have anything to blog about today, So I'm off to use my computer some more, read, go outside, and watch t.v. until school starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few more things, &lt;strong&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/strong&gt;, to &lt;em&gt;moi, &lt;/em&gt;is&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Awesome, betta fish tanks &lt;strong&gt;SMELL , &lt;/strong&gt;and having a birthday close to the school year, can be &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; useful, in obtaining gifts, and items I may want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revior,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-236201912903057738?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/236201912903057738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=236201912903057738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/236201912903057738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/236201912903057738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2008/08/holy-shoot-i-spilled-my-ice-cream-few.html' title='HOLY shoot, I SPILLED MY ICE CREAM A FEW MINUTES AGO! @#$%'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-4756447588898298703</id><published>2008-08-21T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:47:06.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>YouTube = Awesome-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/" style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/" style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt; is a magical place, full of wonder and amusement, where you can explore and watch anything your heart desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YouTube is like an online Amusement Park,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;em&gt;Top Thrill Dragster,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Millenium Force&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the (Canadian) &lt;em&gt;Behemoth&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or kind of like it since you can watch the rides, on YouTube! By the way, I've been to Cedar Point and Canada's Wonderland, and thoroughly enjoyed myself. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew how to upload the videos of people on the rides. I already tried using the add video button, but still... ARGH. My computer/blogger says there's an error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you really want to see some videos of what it might be like to go on those rides that I mentioned before... click :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sHFi2OtqJlw" style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hnmSWwRvUQI&amp;amp;NR=1" style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;no, right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=75tMcKChlG8" style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;HERE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Fun times. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright well, ENOUGH, of YouTube for now, I have some thing I would like to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this new book called &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Evil Genius&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Sounds interesting, eh? I haven't really gotten to read it yet, but maybe when I'm finished I'll post a book review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;coo&lt;/strong&gt;. Inside joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I really bored, I finish doing things that need finishing. Like putting away my laundry, reading old books, and not procrastinating, which I'll admitt, is a terrible, bad habbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I Grow Up&lt;/strong&gt; - By PCD, is catchy, and all I can say is, &lt;em&gt;"Be careful what you wish for 'cause you just might get it."&lt;/em&gt; Ohhhh scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED A HAIRCUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revior,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monica&lt;/strong&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/6362034118580874032-4756447588898298703?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/4756447588898298703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=4756447588898298703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/4756447588898298703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/4756447588898298703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2008/08/youtube-awesome-ness.html' title='YouTube = Awesome-ness'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-6981022934096283925</id><published>2008-08-20T14:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:46:25.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crank by Ellen Hopkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;So right now, I'm reading this book called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Crank-Ellen-Hopkins/dp/0689865198" style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Crank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;, and I'm half way through, even though I just started yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the back of the book, it tells about how Kristina, the main character, goes to visit her Father, somewhere in New Mexico, but is then Replaced my Bree, who is fearless, and quite the opposite of Kristina. Bree, then meets Adam (/Buddy) who introduces her to the Monster. Crank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, while checking out the book, I didn't know that &lt;strong&gt;Crank&lt;/strong&gt; is actually a &lt;strong&gt;drug.&lt;/strong&gt; It's a form of Crystal Meth, which is obviously bad (like &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; drugs), and addicting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I read the Dedication of the book, I thought it would be an action/adventure or sci-fi, book about how a girl gets replaced by an actual person, while visiting her Dad and then meeting the monster that practically kills her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bree and Kristina are the same person, kind of like she's two faced, Her father doesn't stop her from taking Crank since he abuses drugs too, and I'm pretty sure &lt;strong&gt;Kreena &lt;/strong&gt;gets pregnant. Crank, is a monster, that is slowly killing her, even though she craves it, and (ew) snorts it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; unlike, Kreena, will never, ever, ever, times infinity, take drugs. &lt;strong&gt;Ever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is so sick, snorting stuff up your nose. It's discusting. I'm not about to go ruin my life, while I have so much planned ahead. If I want to acheive any of my goals, I'm obviously not going to do something so incredibly stupid that would get me kicked out of my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm staying abstinent. Not stretch marks for me, big belly or gaining weight with a baby inside of moi! Nuh-uh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abstinence, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the key to a healthy and happy lifestyle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, well, I am finished ranting about abstinence and being anti-drugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;em&gt;Au Revoir!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362034118580874032-6981022934096283925?l=emm-elle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/feeds/6981022934096283925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6362034118580874032&amp;postID=6981022934096283925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/6981022934096283925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362034118580874032/posts/default/6981022934096283925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emm-elle.blogspot.com/2008/08/crank-by-ellen-hopkins.html' title='Crank by Ellen Hopkins'/><author><name>Alpha-Blood-Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11177574953010206773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-035wfTGb4Bc/TxEkAYR5ajI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wB1GstGNryg/s220/sadboxmanpointing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362034118580874032.post-3335683647255694471</id><published>2008-08-19T14:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:46:11.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Número Uno!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welcome&lt;/strong&gt; to My First EVER Post on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Blogger.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is&lt;strong style="color: #009900;"&gt; Monica&lt;/strong&gt;, A.K.A. &lt;strong style="color: #009900;"&gt;Alpha-Blood-Wolf&lt;/strong&gt;, on Blogger because I am a secretly &amp;amp; somewhat crazed, obsessed Twilight fan, with OCD ( &lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;bsessive &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;ullen Disorder) and too much time on my hands, so I came up with &lt;em&gt;ah-mazing&lt;/em&gt; names like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm kind of weird. I admit it. I laugh at random things, and laugh about things that didn't really happen to me, but in books. At school,while in class, I'm quiet. Not just because I don't feel like talking, but because I am observing everything around me, thinking about things, or just because I'm shy. Once you get to know me though, you see the weirdness, hear my thoughts on just about &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;, and listen to endless chatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like me, &lt;strong&gt;you can spend your life burning wretchedly in eternal fire, fueled by my wrath and fury. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I'm not yet &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; creative, so I didn't actually come up with the &lt;em&gt;spend your life burning wretchedly in eternal fire&lt;/em&gt; part, but I &lt;strong&gt;did &lt;/strong&gt;come up with the &lt;em&gt;fueled by my wrath and fury&lt;/em&gt; part! Books are &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; useful if you want to boost your Creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creativity&lt;/strong&gt;, such a wonderful thing! Like Tim Horton's Breakfast sandwiches. They are simple, but oh-so delightful. ( I made that up while going on my vacation a month ago, to Canada's Wonderland and Niagra Falls.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, since I plan on making a nice long introductory blog entry, I feel like explaining why I named my blog &lt;em&gt;Peach Yogurt, Reading, and Confessions&lt;/em&gt;. Well, I named it that because for one, I love peach yogurt. It's my favourite flavour out of the yogurt packets. I keep telling my dad that, and hoping he'll remember, but everytime I ask him what my favourite flavour of yogurt is, or what my favourite fruit is, he blanks out, doesn't answer, or just plain, &lt;strong&gt;DOESN'T REMEMBER&lt;/strong&gt;! Grr. It makes me very annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reading&lt;/strong&gt;, as I explained before, is my getaway from my not so interesting life. I love it, it's addicting, and it's very interesting. Especially Twilight, although that's not the only book series I've read. I love the Princess Diaries series, and a bunch of other things I don't feel like typing out since there's a long list. Read my profile for more info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confessions&lt;/strong&gt;. One night, while lying in bed and trying to fall asleep, I decided I wanted a blog. A Sudden Thought and sheer genius? YES! No not really. I came across them before and thought about making one, and after a while I got one of those, I NEED TO HAVE IT moments. So I made one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music&lt;/strong&gt; is my boyfriend. No I'm kidding, but I do love listening to it. Music calms me down, makes me happy, or just makes me want to sing along. I don't want to be one of those people who claims that without music they would die, or that music is their obsession. It's annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like music particularly by rock/alternative bands, like Paramore, Panic at the Disco, and My Chemical Romance. A newer band I discovered a few months ago would be The Ting Tings. They are more Pop-ish, but they still rock. Hehe. Puns. I like puns, sometimes, but not if someone uses them too much, or if they're incredibly stupid ( kind of like mine...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sticky Notes&lt;/strong&gt;, actually are &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; best ever. I use them for about everything, and I'm not kidding. Notice the Sticky Note Picture. Hahah Funn-eh. :) Canadian pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I would just randomly like to say that I pronounce "The" like "&lt;em&gt;thee&lt;/em&gt;" instead of "&lt;em&gt;thuh&lt;/em&gt;" some times, I don't like lazy people who won't get the phone by themselves, I sometimes say bathing suit instead of swim suit, and melting cheese then eating it is admittingly good. (To &lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;) I admit, even though the Pussycat Dolls, too revealing and degrading to women, I like listening to their songs. *Sigh* Me and my embarassingly bad habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how to pronounce &lt;em&gt;Evanescence&lt;/em&gt; until I looked it up, but I still like the band, and I also like &lt;em&gt;The Hush Sound&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often when I need to look something up or don't know what something is... I use Google. Not like it's a bad thing, but SOME people make it sound like it is. I use YouTube too a lot of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/strong&gt; is an awesome show, even though I didn't get to watch many episodes, and &lt;strong&gt;Bloons, &amp;amp; Bloons Tower Defence&lt;/strong&gt;, are my favourite online games. They are simple, but joyously fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;, the person reading this now knows a bunch about &lt;em&gt;yours truly&lt;/em&gt;, I feel as if I have fufilled my blogging duty for today, and will probably post more in the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the French say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Au Revoir&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #009900; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;P.S. I know that the Title isn't in French, but in Spanish, but I thought it sounded much better and looked cool, so I name this that instead. :) I like speaking French. Turqoise by the way, along with navy blue, is my favourite colour. 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